A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 982
The red icing slid from the piping bag onto the sugar biscuit. Charlie had only just now finished icing the wings. He still had the rest of the body to do. Making biscuits was something the Dragon's Wing Bakery was known for.
The other thing was Charlie himself. When he had quit playing pro ball to open a bakery, most of the world had thought he'd lost his mind. Charlie didn't really care what they thought. He had always been told to follow his passion. He just hadn't realized sooner that his passion was baking. He grabbed the green piping bag, attached the piping tip.
Carefully squeezing, the dragon shaped biscuit slowly became a green dragon with red wings. The last step was the eyes. Charlie loved to use gold or silver dots to make them sparkle. Everyone who tried the biscuits always came back to the shop to buy more.
"Charlie? You here?" a voice called. Charlie smiled. He'd finally agreed to talk to an influencer, of course, it was all under his terms.
"I'll be out in a minute," he called, giving the cookie one last glance before heading to the front of the shop. The man waiting for him was standing at the counter looking nervous. Charlie really couldn't blame him. Neville Longbottom had soared to fame almost overnight for his reviews of small, local, businesses. Neville's channel was to make sure all these businesses got the attention they deserved. Today was Charlie's day for his five minutes of fame. Charlie couldn't help but be completely flattered when Neville had contacted him. He had been watching the channel before Neville had become famous. It didn't hurt the fact Neville was an absolute cinnamon roll. Charlie had developed quite a crush on the young man.
"Good morning, Neville, it's alright if I call you Neville?" Charlie asked, not wanting the interview to get off on a bad foot. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally offend the object of his affection. He thought Neville looked quite smart in a pale blue shirt with a pair of khaki pants. The pants were pressed beautifully. Charlie almost felt like a slob in his jeans. His jumper had icing on the front, there was also flour in his hair. He'd never been particularly neat at baking. It didn't matter when the final product turned out so well.
"Yes, please do, anything else sounds too formal," Neville stated, following as Charlie led him to a two seated table. The pair sat down.
"So, what do you want to know?" Charlie asked.
"My followers actually sent me a list of questions to ask, if that's alright with you?"
"Sure, but I do reserve the right to not answer, right?"
"Correct, I'm not here to make you give up your secret recipes," Neville laughed. Charlie joined him in laughter.
"I doubt anyone really wants to know how I make biscuits," Charlie commented. Neville blinked.
"You'd be surprised how many of my viewers asked for me to ask that. I'd never ask you something like that."
"Great, since you're being so frank about things, the biscuits are an old family secret recipe. You can tell your viewers that, so they at least know you asked," Charlie offered. Neville smiled, nodding as he jotted the response down. He asked about half a dozen more questions, Charlie happily answering all of them.
"I know this might be a bit much to ask, but my viewers would love to see me eat one of your dragon biscuits on camera-" Neville started to say.
"I just baked a batch this morning," Charlie answered. "There's a few that aren't perfect, so I don't want to put them out for sale. Let me show you the kitchen, I'm sure your viewers would love to see that," Charlie stated. Neville's eyes lit up.
"They would," he agreed, happily following Charlie to the kitchen. They did a quick tour of the kitchen, with Charlie showing Neville a lot of the heavy duty baking equipment. Neville was impressed by almost everything.
"These are the biscuits I baked this morning, see how these one on this tray aren't the right shape?"
"What happened to them?" Neville asked, studying the biscuits.
"Sometimes it happens," Charlie answered. "I ice them anyway then sell them in bags of pieces. They go great with a cuppa," he explained. Neville nodded, smiling as Charlie held up a biscuit.
"This one looks good, here," Charlie said, handing Neville the biscuit. Neville took it, he brought it to his lips. They almost touched the red icing. He paused.
"Charlie, do you think you could help me record this? All you have to do is hold the camera steady," Neville explained, handing Charlie his camera. Charlie nodded, holding it steady while Neville enjoyed the biscuit. Charlie couldn't help but wish it was his own lips that Neville was licking.
"Those are amazing, Charlie, absolutely amazing," Neville stated, taking his camera back. He quickly looked at the footage.
"Is it alright?"
"It's perfect, um, I know this might be overstepping things, but um, would you like to come over sometime, before this airs. We could edit it, watch it get posted together?" Neville asked, his face flushing as bright red as Charlie's hair. Charlie smiled brightly. He couldn't believe his luck, first Neville had decided to interview him, now he was being invited over to his studio.
"I would love that, Neville, thank you," he answered, wondering if someday he might be licking the icing off Neville's lips.
"I'll send you a message when. I'll see you then," Neville stated, as Charlie walked him back to the front of the shop. They paused at the front door, both glancing at each other before bidding the other good bye for now. Charlie smiled as he watched Neville leave completely unable to believe his luck.
