Chapter 1 : Chapter One: Accidents, Bacon and Chaos in the Kitchen.
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Chapter One – Kit’s Perspective
The noise of what sounded like a metal pan hitting the cold kitchen tile rudely woke me up. Stretching out, I found the other side of the bed stone cold. Blearily, I opened my eyes to find it was empty. After checking the clock on the bedside table (7:30AM!), I was even more puzzled as to where Oliver had gotten. Oliver is a creature of habit, see, and he never gets up before I do.
I (rather ungracefully) tumbled out of bed, quickly pulled my hair back into the messiest bun known to man, and trudge downstairs to see what kind of havoc Oliver is wreaking on our kitchen. As I enter the room, I can’t help but burst out laughing. There are dirty pots and pans everywhere, every single worktop is covered in a substance that looks like a cross between tapioca and strawberry jelly, and my favourite cooking pot is lying upside down on the floor. Amidst all of the chaos, Oliver was standing, wearing just a pair of black sweatpants, looking bemused.
“What in the name of God happened in here?” I asked sleepily, stifling a yawn. Oliver jumped slightly and turned to face me, a slightly sheepish grin on his face.
“Happy anniversary,” he replied, attempting to make light of the havoc he had wreaked. I laughed lightly, carefully navigated my way across the kitchen and hugged Oliver, burying my face in his chest.
“Happy anniversary babe,” I replied, reaching up to kiss him.
After several minutes of kissing, Oliver pulled back and grinned at me.
“So, you’re not angry at the mess?” he asked, almost surprised.
“Honey, I’m a witch. This mess will take thirty seconds of my time, tops,” I replied “And besides, it rather looks as though you were trying to make me breakfast, and who can get angry with somebody that sweet.” Oliver grinned goofily, and kissed me again. Once I had managed to get free (which admittedly took a lot of my self control), I cast a quick cleaning charm around the room, then searched through the fridge to see what food had escaped Oliver’s kitchen assault.
“So, sweetie, can I ask? What were you going to make?” I asked, finding a packet of bacon and some eggs hidden behind the largest jar of olives known to humanity. I turned back into the kitchen, and had to duck quickly as a (now clean) pan flew towards my head and into one of the cupboards.
“Well, looking at what you’ve just rescued it should have been bacon and eggs,” replied Oliver, dodging the frying pan as it found its way to the stove. “But, I was attempting to make a bara brith* for you.”
“Aw!” I exclaimed “That is so thoughtful!” Oliver grinned bashfully, then set about frying the bacon and eggs.
Just as we were about to sit and eat our breakfast, our owl Mercury flew through the open window, dropped a copy of The Daily Prophet in the middle of the table, took a quick drink from a bowl we leave him, and flew out again. Oliver laughed, took our food over to the table and immediately opened the newspaper to the sport section.
“Sweetie, I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do we still pay for a subscription to this?” asked Oliver through a mouthful of bacon “I mean, you get one for free since you work there.”
“It’s just a force of habit really,” I replied. I glanced at the clock, saw that it was already after 8 o’clock and groaned loudly. I began to shovel food into my mouth at a pace Ron Weasley would have been proud of, causing Oliver to shoot me an impressed look.
“Babe, whilst the fact that you eat faster than anybody I have ever met is possibly the most weirdly sexy thing on the planet, why are you doing so?” he asked.
“Because, you weird, weird man, I have to be at work at half past 8, and I still look somewhat akin to a banshee,” I replied through a mouthful of food.
“No you don’t,” Oliver said “I sent a message with Mercury earlier saying you were feeling a bit under the weather and so you wouldn’t be able to make it into work today. I figured, since I have a day off training, we could spend our anniversary being all adorable and such.” I grinned, leant over and kissed him gently.
“You’re all adorable and such,” I said, pulling a goofy face. Oliver laughed loudly, causing me to pull a mock-offended face.
“Hey!” I exclaimed “I was being sweet and you’re laughing at me!” Oliver immediately sobered up, walking around the table to hug me.
“I’m sorry babe, I promise not to laugh at your sweet comments again, no matter how amusing,” he said, kissing the top of my head. He picked up my now-empty plate, took it over to the sink and proceeded to wash the dishes, Muggle-style.
I ambled over to where he was, wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the spot in between his shoulder blade that he has always been quite sensitive to.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Washing the dishes,” replied Oliver, sounding confused.
“Are you a wizard or not?” I replied, nibbling slightly at his earlobe. Oliver turned to face me, catching on to where I was going.
“Miss Owens, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, his tone amused.
“Honey, if you have to ask that then I’m not sure I want to anymore,” I replied cheekily, grinning. Oliver casts a quick charm on the dishes in the sink, then picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me up to our bedroom.
“So, happy anniversary indeed,” said Oliver, later in the day. I giggled, moving over so I was resting my head on his bare chest.
“Indeed it has been,” I replied, mocking his slightly formal tone. Oliver pushed me so hard that he accidently shoved me off the bed. I hit the floor with a thud, and immediately burst out laughing. Oliver scrambled over to the side of the bed, clearly distraught
“Babe, I am so so so so sorry!” he exclaimed. Once he caught sight of the fact that I was laughing, he looked confused.
“Babe, I have literally just pushed you out of bed. Why the fuck are you laughing?” he exclaimed.
“I’m just thinking of all the ways you are going to have to make this up to me,” I replied, a cheeky grin on my face.
“I’ll go and get a pizza,” sighed Oliver, climbing out of bed and pulling his sweatpants back on.
“That’ll do for starters,” I replied, grinning cheekily.
*Bara Brith is a Welsh yeast-enriched bread that has been filled with fruit.
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