Legal Disclaimer: I own my stuff, but not the original source material. That belongs to whoever. Also, the opinions and interpretations I use here may not reflect the same in said whoever that owns the source material. Look, I'm just a poor college librarian. Suing me isn't going to get you anything but tears.

Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There's also brief references to the canon war. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: Have a little bit of fluff, darlings.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Gryffindor MC (x2); Magical MC (x2); Old Shoes; Bucket Listing (Y); Hold the Mayo; Zed Era; Ship Sails
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 03
Subject (Task No.): Muggle Art (Task#2: Write about characters singing together.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [230](Coffee Shop AU); Fantastic Beasts [73](Visiting a fortune teller); Auction [D20-A1](Parvati/Lavender)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Divine Flower)[Bingo](5B - Bakery/Cafe); Chim [Dextrin] (Royal Purple); Fire (Femme Fatale); Garden [Flowers](Royal Purple)
Representation(s): Black Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: n/a
Word Count: 627 words

(^^)
The HEA Cafe
(^^)

Some thought it was just a bit weird that they had gone into business together. Those of their friends who thought that it wasn't weird that Parvati and Lavender were working together at a business that they both were equal owners of, well, none of them had expected that business to be a bakery. But after everything that had happened during the war, especially the final battle, they had just wanted something simple and mostly mundane.

And it was only mostly mundane, though none of the muggle customers who came in and out of the bakery would ever be any the wiser that the Black woman reading their fortune on a well-worn deck of tarot cards was using real magic to do so. Actually, most of the wixen who occasionally visited would not have acknowledged that divination magic was real magic. The drunken half-fraud who had taught their generation the subject was only partially to blame for that. The rest was just a willful prejudice against the subject in general for reasons that were as fascinating to analyze as they were frustrating to deal with in their day to day life.

Lavender helped her wife with the early morning mayhem that was their regulars getting their pastries and coffee before continuing on to their myriad of jobs. Once the tide of human began to recede enough that they could hear themselves thing, their part-timer Rose arrived (right on time for once, instead of her normal five or ten minutes late) to take over assisting Parvati with the bakery customers. Lavender pressed a chaste kiss to Parvati's cheek before heading off to the table off to the side of the main flow of traffic.

She mediated for a few moments release the tension of the morning rush. Careful to keep her actual magic within herself, she shook out her arms while visualizing the fuzz of strangers' energies leaving her aura. Once cleansed, she set her feet firmly against the ground and sat straight as a tree in her chair. Physically grounded by the position, she worked to magically and spiritually do so as well. An old hand at this now, it took only a few minutes to fill fully grounded and centered. Only then did she pull out her beloved deck from its decorative bag that had been created from kelpie hair woven through royal purple glass beads.

Almost immediately, Lavender had a client settling in the seat opposite of her. Lavender smiled and handed the deck over to be shuffled briefly by the anxious looking young man. He looked vaguely sick, but his aura assured her that it was just from nerves. She sent a brief prayer out to the Triple Goddess that she would be able to help him with whatever had brought him to her today.

Later, after several clients, Lavender rose to take a break and slipped easily into the kitchen. Fernando, their baker, was doing the prep for his morning baking. Recognizing the Electric Light Orchestra song he was singing as he danced with his bowl of dough, she joined in easily. They sang their duet into a pair of wooden mixing spoons.

"I'm alive," they both sang, and they were. They all were.

As happily ever afters went, there were certainly worst ones out there. After all, she could have married Ron instead of her beloved Parvati. She wouldn't have this busy little cafe if she had done that. She wouldn't be allowed to read her cards as often or as openly. Worst of all, she might not have even had Parvati in her life, not even as a friend.

Yes, as endings to fairy tales with snake-faced monsters went, this definitely had everything.

It was their very own happily ever after.