Crimson Ink

Cake with Blood

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Over the next couple hours Harry and Tom played little games to help improve on his spelling, handwriting and math. Until Tom asked what time it was and told Harry to go to bed. For the first time in years Harry slept peacefully feeling like he made a friend ...

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*bang*bang* Harry jolted up from his bed as he heard someone bash the door to the cupboard ...

"Wake up you lazy brat and make my breakfast!" Ms. Figg snapped through the door.

Harry hopped up feeling very cheery compared to the usual. "Yes Ms. Figg." He said obediently as he tucked Tom's journal far under the bed and out of sight. He came out of the cupboard and went to the kitchen.

Ms. Figg paid no attention to him as he set things up to cook, "Bacon, two eggs scrambled, French toast and a fruit smoothie." She ordered without taking her eyes off the TV.

The young boy didn't even answer. He just started filling the order. After he pulled out his step stool and grabbed the ingredients needed out of the fridge. Of course, making sure to check that the cake was safe first. It wouldn't be the first time Ms. Figg did something to get him in trouble like take a bite out of a cake before he could serve it. By using his baggy threadbare shirt as a basket he managed to carry everything to the counter and begin preparing them.

As he set the strips of bacon in a frying pan to sizzle he cracked two eggs into another pan and hopped off the stool to grab a whisk. He flipped the bacon as he set he whisked eggs aside to cook a little then started the toast. The batter was easy to whip up and he soaked the pieces of bread in it ...

The crispy bacon was slid onto a plate and next to the eggs before he set up the French toast. As the toast sizzled he chopped up some fruit and put them in the blender. He made the mistake of running the blender when someone was watching a show before and was punished severely for it. It was the memory of his raw bloody back covered in lashes from his uncle's belt that kept him from pressing the button until a commercial came on. Only then did he let the blender do its job.

With the smoothie completed he flipped the three pieces of toast and hopped off the stool. It took a moment of searching the pantry, but the boy finally pulled out a fold up table. After placing the portable table next to Ms. Figg he put the smoothie and silverware on it. Next he hopped back on the stool to get the plate of eggs and bacon. Once the plate joined the drink he put the perfectly cooked French toast pieces on top of each other and dusted with powered sugar on a separate plate ...

Ms. Figg hated it when sweet foods touched the non sweet foods so he had to separate them and even give her fresh silverware too. Harry grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and took them over to Ms. Figg. He set them on the table and waited for any other instructions ...

"Boy, strawberries and whip cream today. Hurry up!" Ms. Figg huffed as Harry scurried off and brought back a can of whip cream and extra strawberries he cut when making the smoothie. The strawberries were placed next to the French toast. Then Harry aimed the cream and sprayed the cream onto the plate watching for Ms. Figg to signal him to stop before returning the whip cream to the fridge. He came back to wait for anything else. The child's tummy twisted painfully in hunger, but he said nothing. Just waited to take the plates when his sitter was done ...

The squib gobbled down her eggs and bacon as she watched the TV, "Soon the baby will be born ... wonder who the father is?" She mumbled as she watched her favorite drama she set to record the night before.

Harry took the empty plate and silverware and went to the kitchen. He quickly returned with fresh silverware. It was painful to watch the squib drizzle maple syrup on the French toast and dip each piece she cut away into the whip cream so he focused on anything else. Green eyes soon landed on the cupboard ...