Pumpkin Spice (Blairon)

The Tea Bag Massacre

Blaise's Pov

The next morning, Ron and I woke up and raced downstairs to make some tea. I took out all the ingredients while he waited for the water to boil. "This is a beautiful kitchen." He sighed, looking at the ceiling and then to me. "To bad I can't cook for my life." I muttured and he chuckled. "Well, then, you'll have to learn cause Bill and Harry were always the ones to help mum in the kitchen." He furrowed his eyebrows and I snorted. Once we were finished making out tea, Ron took the milk, put it in the fridge but froze after he picked up the sugar and tea bags." Third cupboard, to your left." I said not looking up from the magazine in my hand. "And, the pantry." I muttured whilst he started pointedly at the tea bags. He let out an exasperated sigh and ran into the pantry. "Ron?" I called for him but he didn't answer. He had been in there for a minute and I was starting to get worried. I could feel him in his agitated state through the bond and immediately jumped off my seat when I heard a crash and a high pitched yelp. I kicked open the door to the pantry, "What! Who's arse do I need to kick?!"
I snorted and pursed my lips tightly, trying not to laugh when I saw Ron. He was sitting on the floor like he had just fallen, bum first and a large, open bag of flour had fallen on his head. Covering him in white dust so he looked as if Christmas had come early.
"Don't do it." He muttured, his eyes shut. "Blaise, I'm warning you, don't you do it!" He snapped and even more flour fell from the bag and into his mouth, making him choke slightly. That was the last straw for me to start laughing and he huffed in annoyance, pushing the bag of flour off his head. "I'm (laugh) sorry (laugh)
It's j-just (laugh) you look (laugh)! I can't even!" I cackled and he pouted even more. "Reparo." He said, waving his wand and the flour from his head flew back into the bag, the bag closed again and flew back to the highest shelf. "How did this happen?" I asked, wiping away a tear of laughter. "I was, trying to get the tea bags next to the other tea bags. It was high up so I stood on this crate. There was a spider and I fell." He snapped and I started laughing again. He coughed and after a while of restraint, he laughed as well. He immediately stopped laughing when a small, black figure slowly descended from the ceiling and right in front of his face."NOT TODAY SATAN!" He screamed and grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a box of Magic'os and hit it. "Damn, alright then." I sighed and ran a hand across my head. "Let's go, our tea's getting cold." He said angrily before kissing my temple, making me chortle. I followed him out the pantry to find Alfred waiting for us in the kitchen. "Buongiorno Maestro Ron, Maestro Blaise." He smiled. "Good morning to you too, Alfred." Ron smiled and I looked at him oddly.
"What? A bunch of people said it to us when we got here. I figured it ment good morning." He grinned and I smirked while shaking my head at my mate, my husband, my pumkin.
"Shall we go?" Alfred asked. Ron and I took the last few sips of our tea and nodded. We went to the car, got in and set off for the city to do some sight seeing. We came back five hours later, piles of bags in our hands. Both of us oblivious to the setting sun and the crimson moon slowly making its monthly appearance.