Prompt: Addicted
Addicted
Words: 100
Ginny Flooed home, her greeting dying in her throat before she could speak. Something was different.
The living room was tidy and the silence was eerily strange too. Edging into the kitchen, she saw Harry stood at the sink, washing up by hand. He hadn’t heard her arrive so she stopped to watch him, suspicious. When she saw what he was washing she called out to him.
“That was for dinner! Did you eat all that yourself?”
“No,” he said defensively turning round evidence in his hands. “The boys helped”
“They’re almost as addicted to treacle tart as you are!”
Words: 100
Ginny Flooed home, her greeting dying in her throat before she could speak. Something was different.
The living room was tidy and the silence was eerily strange too. Edging into the kitchen, she saw Harry stood at the sink, washing up by hand. He hadn’t heard her arrive so she stopped to watch him, suspicious. When she saw what he was washing she called out to him.
“That was for dinner! Did you eat all that yourself?”
“No,” he said defensively turning round evidence in his hands. “The boys helped”
“They’re almost as addicted to treacle tart as you are!”