Gobstones
Black Stone- anniversary
Accuracy: CharlieDraco, Power: ivory, Technique: frustrated
Around the World in 31 Days (Cabo Verde: Charlie Weasley)
Charlie watches helplessly as the ivory icing begins to melt, leaving a sugary trail down the cupcake liner. He lets out a frustrated groan, kicking the oven out of spite. He should have known better than to apply the icing before the cupcakes could cool. Charlie has watched his mother bake countless cakes. How could he be so careless?
Under ordinary circumstances, ruining cupcakes wouldn't be the end of the world. Now, however, something so simple feels like a crisis. After swearing loudly and fluently, he draws his wand, quickly casting a cooling charm, hoping to salvage them before the icing melts too much and makes them soggy.
Still, he supposes it could be worse. One glance at the bin proves that he's lucky to have this batch. A dozen cupcakes are burned to a crisp. Another dozen had refused to rise and are hideous, flat things.
Charlie turns his attention back to the array of surviving cupcakes. He's almost tempted to try for one last perfect batch. Almost. After his continuous annoyance over his lack of baking skills, he isn't sure his kitchen can take much more of his frustration.
Deciding the cupcakes are as good as they're going to get, he tosses a few colorful sprinkles on the frosting. They don't fall off, so he's pleased that at least he didn't freeze the frosting while chilling it.
There's a knock at the door. "Come in!" Charlie calls, and a moment later Draco has made his way to the kitchen.
"Why does it smell like you've been given burnt offering to the gods?" the blond teases. "I thought you could cook."
Charlie scowls. He can cook. It's something he's always prided himself on. "There's a difference between cooking and baking," he grumbles. "The latter is a more precise art."
Draco snorts and snatches a cupcake without asking. "What's the special occasion?" he asks, nibbling it. A smear of ivory lines his lips.
"Happy anniversary!"
Draco looks at him like he's lost his mind. He rolls his eyes, taking another bite. "We've only been dating a week," he says before swallowing. "You aren't one of those crazy people that has to celebrate every insignificant thing, are?" He shudders, and Charlie hears him mutter something about Pansy under his breath.
Charlie snorts, grabbing his own cupcake. In retrospect, he should have been more specific. "No. You've been at the dragon reserve for a year today," he explains.
Draco purses his lips, eyes widening. Charlie guesses he hadn't paid attention to that particular milestone. "Huh. A year…"
The redhead nods. He can still remember that day clearly. He'd been wary of the Slytherin; after all, Malfoys and Weasleys have never gotten on well. Over time, Draco had become kinder. The dragons had seemed to bring out the best in him.
"A year," he repeats, and a small smile plays at his lips.
Charlie pulls him closer, kissing him gently. "A year," he agrees. "I can't even remember what I ever did without you."
"Well, I'm here to stay, so I hope you'll never have to remember."