Of Life, Love And Weasleys
Chapter One: Cinnamon Hazelnut
"Good morning, sir, would you like a portrait?" a voice asks him. He looks down and sees a familiar pair of blue eyes ringed by smudged purple circles.
"Lucy, what are you doing out here?" he asks incredulously.
"Getting my art out there and making money," she retorts coolly. "You want a portrait or not, Malfoy?"
"Oh, so we're back to using last names, Weasley?" he asks. "I love it when we do that, raises the sexual tension."
"We have no sexual tension, Scorpius," she says, narrowing her eyes disdainfully. "Now, do you want a portrait, because there is a queue?"
"How long is this going to take, I need to meet a client," he says wearily, taking a seat opposite her.
"Half an hour, at the most," she answers, choosing a stick of charcoal from her box and unfurling a roll of parchment. "Now, keep still."
It's painful, for a man who lives a lifestyle as busy and bustling as he does, to sit perfectly still for so long. She doesn't even look at him except for darting her gaze up to his face and back down to her parchment, sketching with quick, light movements. The scent of cinnamon drifts along on the breeze and he wonders where it's coming from before he notices the jar of cinnamon sticks next to her equipment.
"You can stop fidgeting now, I'm finished," she says, slotting the charcoal stick back into her box and brushing the dust from her hands.
He looks at the parchment and wonders how such talent comes from the spiky little Slytherin he used to throw snowballs at during the annual snowfall celebrations. She's captured him perfectly, from his eyes carefully smudged a misty grey to the little tendril of hair that always hangs in his eyes, no matter how many times he gets a haircut. He looks on edge, ready at any second to bolt and his mouth is set in a hard line.
"It's brilliant, Lucy, how much is it?" he asks. She pauses in the act of washing her hands in a small basin.
"Ten Galleons," she says after a minute of thought. He delves into his pockets and tips ten large gold coins into her eager hands.
He looks at her as she deposits the coins into a pouch hanging from her waist. She's at home here, he can tell, on the street selling her art. Her freckles are almost hidden by smudges of charcoal and pastels, her clothes covered in paint splodges and her hair prematurely-greyed from charcoal and tipped with paint. He leans towards her and kisses her.
"Get away from me," she hisses. "Go and see this important client and don't come back!"
Scorpius grins as he walks away. For all her ranting about being the artist of the family, she can act just as well as her sister. He licks his lips as he enters the nearest restaurant, the lingering taste of hazelnuts from her lips on his tongue.
"Molly, how are you? I've just snogged your sister."
"'Bout time, she was getting almost too crabby to live with."
This is a collection of 200 nextgen drabbles, based on candle and coffee flavours, for Pearl's '200 Flavourful Prompts - for Points' challenge over at the NextGen Fanatics forum.
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