Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines II

James Potter- Biscuits (c)

Although you weren't a Potter, Euphemia and Fleamont made you feel as good as their biological child. Your family wasn't the healthiest place for a teenager to grow, so you had unofficially been adopted by the Potter's thanks to your friendship with their friend James. It wasn't the first time they took in a stray friend of their son's, also taking the role of parents to James' best friend Sirius. Even if it wasn't the most traditional family, it was yours and you loved them all dearly even if you fought with your 'adoptive' brothers.

Sirius was out of the house for the day, visiting Remus, leaving you and James alone at the Potter's home. You didn't have too much in common, so he was doing whatever he wanted to do whilst you decided to bake some biscuits as a nice treat for the family when everyone returned.

Whilst you baked, you thought it was for the best to leave your glasses off, knowing the recipe off by heart and not wanting to get flour and other ingredients over them. You left them on the dining table in the adjoining dining room before heading into the kitchen to do your baking.

It didn't take you too long to make your dough, roll it out and cut it into the shapes you wanted your biscuits to be before placing them in your preheated oven, ready to bake for about fifteen minutes. Of course, you could have used magic to make them, but it was always far more satisfying to get your hands dirty and make them yourself. You washed your dishes and your hands before going to put your glasses back on so you could actually see the timer on the oven and see how long it was left until you had warm biscuits.

As you put on your glasses, you instantly knew there was something not so right. Your vision was blurred, unaffected by your glasses, a peculiar concept for you. As you tried to figure out what was wrong, you heard James laughing and you knew he had something to do with it. Taking off the glasses, you saw him stood there holding a pair that you assumed were actually yours.

You slapped his arm, taking the glasses from him, putting them on and being able to see finally.

"You're such an arse," you frowned.

"It was funny," he laughed.

You shook your head. "You're not getting any biscuits."

His jaw dropped as he tried to argue with you, but you were stuck happy with your conclusion.

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Written by Charlotte.