Magic's Heir| A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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AT FIRST GLANCE, like everything about Hogsmeade, the outside of the Flour Dust gave off an aura of normalcy. It was old stone, and had a huge purple and white striped awning overhanging a large window. The display was filled with glistening pastries, towering cakes, and eclectic cupcakes. But the sign above the window was something else. Something other worldly.

It was neon, and showed a rolling pin rolling out a pad of dough, but then Blue blinked, and the image changed. The dough had become a piece of bread, fresh curls of steam rising off it and she couldn't figure out how it had happened other than magic.

A bell trilled as Rose peeled back the door. Blue entered behind her and was immediately taken by the sweetness scenting the air with sugar. The walls were a soft lavender, the floor a checkboard Blue had most often seen in diners going for that nostalgic-look, and a huge, almost wall to wall display case separated customers from the back. It was a nice enough place with flower centerpieces on the few tables in the space, but what was making Blue's eyes bulge out of her head, were the desserts. 

Some flew. Others breathed smoke and fire. Two enormous dragon cakes nested in the rafters, their frosted eyes glaring at Blue and her companions. In the display case, crème puffs shaped like cauldrons with rusted bottoms bubbled creamy custards. Angel-shaped shortbreads rested on clouds of soft meringue. There were ginger snaps, a ginger and molasses cookie with an impressive set of teeth. As Blue bent over to get a better look at them, one jumped off the tray and lunged at her, teeth bared. She stepped away, situating herself behind Rose and Xen.

"Look," said Rose, pointing at the end of the case. "They have a Muggle variety pack."

Blue shuffled over and sure enough, there were a plethora of muggle offerings: black and white brownies, chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies shaped like brooms, cauldrons, and witch's hats,, glistening pear tartlets, and chocolate truffles filled with a whiskey caramel.

Xen sidled up to the girls, looping a piece of hair around her finger. "They're out of lace wands." She frowned.

Blue looked up from the case. "What's that?"

"Oh," said a woman sauntering out of a door. She was squat, her skin the color of espresso, her long, black braids gathered at her neck and held back by a tie. Kind brown eyes swept over each of them, taking in the new customers. "Lace cookies," she continued, setting down a tray of ginger snaps. They snarled and growled as she placed them in the display case next to the others. After muttering, "get along," to the cookies, she returned her attention to the kids. "Rolled like wands and filled with either cookie butter or a coffee mascarpone cream."

"They shoot different colored jams depending on what spell you mutter," added James. He clamped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ask Albus. He got a face full of lime curd, when Rose accidentally said—"

"Shut it—" snapped Rose, doing a great impression of one of the ginger snaps.

"Don't," pleaded Albus, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks were red, and he was fiddling with the hem of his sweater, his eyes glued to the ground. James chuckled.

The woman smiled, and turned her attention back to the three girls. "I think we have some in the back, Xen." 

At this, her face brightened immediately. 

"Cookie butter," the older woman's nose wrinkled, "and lime curd, right?"

Xen nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Grizzle."