#Crackling Fire

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Hot Chocolate

@wolfstarmicrofic December 13, word count 353

Snow was falling outside. The fire was crackling merrily, and Remus had a new book to curl up with on this perfect winter's day. The only thing missing was a nice mug of hot chocolate. 

He got the pan out to heat up the milk. He set it on the hob to heat and went in search of the tin of hot chocolate. He found it in the cupboard with the tea things. Opened the lid and nearly cried. It was empty. 

He growled as he turned to turn off the pan of heating milk. He would gut whoever put the empty tin back in the cupboard. His money was on James. That man was a disaster. 

He left everything as it was, too annoyed to put anything away and tried his hardest to relax with his book. Eventually, he gave up and watched the snow fall out of the living room window. 

He thought about going out and buying more hot chocolate. He’d have to get bundled up and go and find his muggle money, but he’d never settle without it. 

Remus had just hauled himself out of his chair when the front door banged open. Sirius walked into the house, covered in snow and wrapped head to toe in Effie's homemade knitted items.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Sirius’s voice was muffled by his scarf. He took it off, along with his coat, gloves and hat, before shaking his hair out. That’s when Remus noticed the carrier bag by his feet. 

“Did you go to the shop?” He asked hopefully. Sirius grinned at him. 

“Couldn’t find your hot chocolate, huh?”  

Remus rushed forward as Sirius plucked the familiar red tin from the shopping bag. 

“I love you,” He gushed, kissing Sirius chastely on the lips and rushing off to the kitchen to finally make his hot chocolate. 

“Make me one too, will you?” Sirius called after him as Remus busied himself with opening the tin and carefully measuring out far more of the chocolate powder than the tin said to use. He couldn’t wait to finally get to do what he’d planned to do.  

[vanalex]

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Undercover, yet exposed

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Do we have our OWN paradise after we die? Here's today's poetry, a sonnet. Enjoy! #suparhythm

No pearly gates, no harps with golden strings,Just what if, after shuffling off this coil,We wake to find our own fantastic things,A personal paradise, in the undiscovered realm?Maybe a beach, the waves a crashing beat,Sun-warmed sand beneath our careless toes,Or crackling fire, friends we loved to meet,Laughter that forever ebbs and flows.Imagine sculpting worlds from heart’s desire,Replaying…

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searching for the dragon’s lair | crackling fire 3hrs

it had been weeks of searching, but you’ve finally found it. the cave of legend. you followed this damned ancient and cryptic map to the letter. there’s nowhere else that could’ve worked.

the crunch of gravel is a harsh sound beneath your feet as you slide down the steep incline into the dark heart of the cave. generations upon generations-worth of treasure is said to await you. and clearly it’s yours for the taking. the legend, you concede, did mention a dragon, but obviously dragons are either not real or extinct since no one has even heard of one for a thousand years. plus, looking around you, you see only empty cavern, cold stone. or rather, you think as you put your hand against the rock, warm stone. is that normal? for the stone to be warm?

perking up your ears, you think you hear something. like twigs snapping. or like the crackling of fire. but maybe it’s just the echoes of your own footfalls, and there’s something about the shape of the cave that makes it sound like that? that sounds plausible, right?

journeying deeper into the cavern though, you hear it. deep, rasping breath. and you feel it, rushing all around you. taking a step around a bend in the stone, the cave opens up before you and you see more gold than you ever believed existed. and at first you don’t see it. the scales are that same burnished gold as the hoard around it. but when it moves, muscles shifting to turn its huge body to face you, there’s no mistaking it.

a grotto in the campagna - john robert cozens c.1776