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Writing Club
Book Club: Nina Zenik: beautiful, white roses, waffles
Showtime: Prisoner of My Past (Sirius Black)
Love in Motion: SiriusUmbridge
Sirius never understood the saying love is blind until she came into his life.
She isn't beautiful, except, perhaps, to those who find toads attractive. She isn't kind either, or funny. Really, she has no qualities Sirius has always sought out in a partner.
But there's another saying he's heard, and maybe it explains why he keeps finding himself in Dolores Umbridge's home again and again. The fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
He opens the door to her home without knocking. The warm, sweet scent of waffles greets him, and his stomach growls in response. "Someone has been busy!" he calls cheerfully, shutting the door behind him and following the mouthwatering smell into the kitchen.
Dolores looks up, her wide mouth stretching into a grin. "I know how you love waffles," she says in an overly sweet voice as she drops another waffle on top of a pile of others on the plate. "Almost as much as you love me."
Sirius doesn't bother to correct her. Does he love her? Perhaps. Does he love anything more than waffles? No way in hell.
He'll never tell her that, of course. If Sirius doesn't exaggerate his emotions for her, he may never have waffles as fluffy and scrumptious as hers again. "Of course," he assures her, pulling a small bouquet of white roses from behind his back. "That's why I got these for you."
Dolores rests her hand over her heart, letting out a content sigh. "For that," she says, waving her wand and summoning a vase for him to put the flowers in, "you get an extra sweet treat this morning."
With a nod, he takes his place at the table, picking up the hot pink knife and fork. A moment later, Dolores places the waffles in front of him, and Sirius is almost tempted to ask her to marry him right then and there. These aren't ordinary waffles. Whipped cream fills the squares in place of syrup. Better still, she's drizzled chocolate syrup over them, making everything damn near perfect.
"I love you."
Though he's talking to the waffles, Dolores gives a little giggle. Sirius shrugs; let her think it's about her. The happier she is, the better the waffles will be.