Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Cinnamon.
Word-count: 94
The morning was grey, humid, but snow had fallen. Draco woke up to a pleasant smell – someone was baking.
He stumbled into the kitchen. His fourteen year old son was covered up in flour.
"What are you doing, Scorpius?"
"I'm baking."
"Well, I can see that…"
"I'm making Swedish Christmas-cookies!"
"Hum, is that cinnamon I smell?"
"Yes, and ginger, cardamom and that sort of things. Do you want to help me with the frosting?" Scorpius held a bucket with something pink within.
"Do you miss mom, Scorpius?"
"Yes, dad. I miss her so much."