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Title: Harvest Home, III
Challenge: autumn
Word Count: 100
Minerva stared at his oatcakes. "They look - "
"It's only natural that I would know how to manipulate ingredients," said Severus. He could not help preening slightly as she lifted a crisp, perfect cake from the hearth. "Mixing is my life."
Her lips trembled. "Of course." She placed his oatcake on a china platter, next to her own. "Filius, Pomona. Have you finished the corn dollie?"
"Of course!" Pomona carefully laid the tiny figure made of the first cut grains next to the oatcakes. Filius murmured a charm of blessing. "Shall we?"
"Yes. Follow me to the quidditch pitch."
Challenge: autumn
Word Count: 100
Minerva stared at his oatcakes. "They look - "
"It's only natural that I would know how to manipulate ingredients," said Severus. He could not help preening slightly as she lifted a crisp, perfect cake from the hearth. "Mixing is my life."
Her lips trembled. "Of course." She placed his oatcake on a china platter, next to her own. "Filius, Pomona. Have you finished the corn dollie?"
"Of course!" Pomona carefully laid the tiny figure made of the first cut grains next to the oatcakes. Filius murmured a charm of blessing. "Shall we?"
"Yes. Follow me to the quidditch pitch."