This is written for 200 Flavourful Prompts, a challenge created by PrincessPearl at the NextGenFanatics forum.
and they found their silver lining
July 2nd, number one
Molly & Lucy – baked alaska (hotel, luxury)
Lucy felt a pull behind her navel and the usual dizziness which always began when she travelled by Portkey, so she closed her eyes and held on to her sister's arm tighter. After a few seconds she felt fast ground under her feet, so she opened her eyes – just to be having to close them again since an icy wind blew straight at her.
"Come on, Luce, this way!" her 21-year old sister said excitedly and linked arms with her. They walked down the street together, avoided the most slippery parts and the white, almost blue, snowdrifts. The light from the lampposts made the snow glitter like diamonds, as if the ground was covered in thousands of brilliant, sparkling gems. Their breaths coming out as fog looked like it could freeze in a moment of time and crash down to the ground as ice.
As they half ran with their bags rolling behind them Lucy watched her sister's feet in awe. How she managed to walk on the frosty clobber stones in such high heels was beyond Lucy's comprehension. But still, those might be a better choice than Lucy's sneakers, because these were bound to be soaking as soon as they got inside and they and their shoes thawed a bit.
Then the two turned around a corner, and the difference was palpable. Coming from the darker, scruffier, smaller backstreets – to an avenue, lined with enormous lighted buildings. The warmth it exuded was of the cozy, welcoming kind, an even if Lucy was shivering with cold she immediately felt warmer. They headed to the, in fact, most impressive building in the whole street and began ascending its stairs. A uniform-clad man opened the huge glass doors for them, but Lucy halted.
Seeing this, the man carefully closed the doors again and turned away from them, without a single word or look. He probably wanted to give them space and not disturb them. Lucy came to think of house-elves, how they should do their work without letting their existence being noticed.
"Molly, you really shouldn't do all this for me."
"What do you mean?" her sister asked with a tiny frown.
"You know; taking me to Alaska, get us a room in this extremely fancy hotel." The last Lucy whispered, not wanting the doorman to hear.
"Oh, Luce, what's the fun of having money then? When you don't spend it?" Molly smiled at her.
"But spending it on me?" Lucy tried to argue.
"But, sweetie, you need cheering up, and I've always wanted to show you my favourite hotel!"
Lucy smiled back at her sister, and pulled her scarves off. "Alright then, if you really want to spend your hard earned money on me, your silly, little heartbroken sister, it's okay, Moll."
"It is okay. Now, let's succumb to luxury!" Molly exclaimed, putting her arm around her four years younger sister's shoulder. They walked through the doors, which the doorman had opened for them again with a nod and slight bow.
When inside, Molly shook some water drops out of her reddish blonde hair, the very same shade as Lucy's. The drops reflected the light, making them shine like small jewels. "And when we are having dinner, Luce, you have to try their baked potato, it's delicious."