Black as Knight || Sirius Black

CHAPTER TWO

(The blueprint of the bakery is pictured above!)

"We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on... that's who we really are."

It was another late night of packing up the ingredients she used to bake her desserts—a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Francesca Knight owned a bakery on the corner of Main Street. It was the perfect location for the small business—London was always bustling with people, many stopping by on their way to work to grab a muffin or two. Although it wasn't much, Francesca called this place home. From the mint exterior and light tiled flooring, to the dainty sign that read "Sweet Dreams" above the door, Francesca had practically built the place herself. The girl had just finished tucking away the rolling pins when her sister peeked through the doors of the kitchen.

"Are you done yet, 'Chesca?"

Francesca laughed. She'd been called that silly nickname for as long as she could remember. "Just about, 'Ev."

Everly scampered over to the small rack where Francesca was crouched and tugged at her colorful apron. Standing up, Francesca allowed Everly to lead her back to the kitchen, where she discovered an array of ingredients set out for that night's dinner.

"Did you do all this?" she asked, peering down at the little girl.

Everly nodded triumphantly.

"Wow, great job, 'Ev!" Francesca exclaimed, scooping Everly into her arms, who giggled. "What are we having tonight?"

Everly gave her a toothy grin. "Pizza!"

"Pizza it is, then."

Combining the flour, along with a few of the essential ingredients Everly missed (she was only six, after all) and stirring them together in a bowl, they began with the dough. After forming it into a perfect circle, Everly slathered the pizza sauce onto the dough, albeit a little messier than Francesca would have liked, getting it all over her hands. Then, after cleaning Everly up, they placed the cheese onto the pizza and put it in the oven to bake.

"Now, we wait," Everly said, placing her chin on her hands and staring at the oven in front of her.

Once the pizza had cooked and Everly was settled at the table, Francesca headed downstairs to talk with Sarah Lockhart, her best friend and co-worker. She would eat after she checked in with her, Francesca decided.

When Francesca was just starting up the bakery, she was extremely short-staffed. She didn't have much to pay her employees with, all of the budget was spent on getting the bakery open for business, and with a large influx of customers, Francesca was left to do all of the work herself. Everly tried to help, but it wasn't very safe, nor sanitary to have a four year old running rampant behind the counters of a bakery. Not even magic could save Francesca in this situation.