#kitchen witch bitty

[satorhime]

trouble comes twice ࿐ gojo satoru x female reader. satoru falls ill with a case of baby fever after seeing his baby girl dressed up as him.

content . ᕀ gojo and reader are parents [ referred to as ‘dada’ & ‘mama’ ], brief mention of pregnancy, emotional!gojo, sweet fluff with slightly suggestive dialogue at the end. 

“dada- dada, look at me!” 

your daughter screeches out, announcing her arrival with the bright and melodic babble of a mischievous child. she stands on her tippy toes, her fingers covering your own as she helps you twist the knob and open the door to satoru’s office. 

even now, he forgets that he’s a father, until he is reminded in the most wonderful way. sometimes, your five-year-old will beg to wake satoru up two hours before he has to go to work just so they can play with her dolls together, or she’ll step all over his toes as she squeezes in between him and the kitchen counter while the three of you cook dinner together or like right now, crashing towards him with all the subtlety of a carpet bomb of cursed energy— so eager to show off her costume that her feet accidentally stumble over your heels. 

dressed up as a miniature version of him. 

his lips curve into an instant grin, pressing the button on the screen of the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder to end his current call.  the sound of the higher up scolding him cutting off sharp and abrupt makes his grin widen. they can wait, but his baby girl cannot. twisting in his chair, he catches his daughter just as she collides against him with an audible oof. 

“did we interrupt an important call?” you greet him, a soft smile on your glossy lips as you walk around the large desk satoru is seated at. you pat a hand to his knee before leaning against the edge of his desk. “sorry, i tried to get her to wait.” 

“you kiddin’? nothing’s more important than my two best girls,” he says, tugging at the bottom edge of his blindfold to drag it down, his expression playful as he watches his daughter copy him. she hurriedly removes her own blindfold, a tiny scrap of cloth covering her summer blue eyes. 

“so who are you?” he teases her, twitching one milky brow at the bouncing toddler in front of him. “where’s princess? did a curse finally eat my snotty kid?”  

“i’m the strongest!” your daughter chirps excitedly, crisscrossing two baby fingers to mimic his domain summon. 

your bitty sprout is so precious with her tiny white curls, tied into two space buns and her black blindfold that she scratches at with the back of her fist. not to mention, the bottom half of her cherub face is covered by the high collar of the jacket she’s wearing, identical to gojo’s standard uniform and the result of you staying up all night at your sewing machine, shredding one of his spares into a costume for your daughter. 

looking at her like this, she really is a tinier, stickier version of gojo satoru. 

“the strongest, huh? look at that, you’re already my favorite child. megumi would never offer to take my place so i can retire early.” 

“satoru…” you start, shaking your head in half-hearted exasperation. “when she picks up your sass and uses it against you, i’ll be the first to say “i told you so.’” 

“worried you’ll be outnumbered, mama?” he shoots the words at you, flashing a smile that amusement drizzles from like sweet icing. 

you roll your eyes, and then he turns back to his daughter, reaching down to effortlessly gather her against his broad chest before he pulls gently at one of her fat cheeks, nuzzling her close. “how come you chose to dress up as me, jellybean? it’s not october.” 

“i’m going to a costume party for keigo and haru,” she explains excitedly, her little face brightening at the mention of suguru’s sons. “but mama couldn’t find scarlet witch costume.” 

“oh, ouch,” he whines dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to be wounded by her open honesty. “wound me some more.” 

“dada, you’re so dramatic,” she giggles at him, and though satoru’s genetics may have overpowered your own for the most part, the roll of her eyes is a trait she learned directly from you. 

“second place is a serious injury, little princess. i should go see if shoko’s awake to make sure i’m not dying-”

“i wanted to dress up as dada because he’s a hero, like avengers,” she cuts him off, so perceptive and honest. your daughter latches on to the collar of his jacket so she can pull his head closer and plant him a slobbery mwah! on his cheek, and if you see gojo’s eyes mist over, glassy ocean blue from tears, you don’t comment on it. 

“down, please,” she requests, grunting and wriggling until he sets her down on the floor with a wobbly chuckle. unaware that her father’s expression has glazed over, his mind spiraling from her words. 

gojo satoru doesn’t even shed tears at funerals, but right now? his eyes flicker to you desperately, and you soften like clouds, nodding silently. 

“sweet pea, the party starts at 3:30 so you have plenty of time to show megumi-nii your costume, why don’t you?” you suggest, giving your boyfriend a moment to discreetly wipe the wet away from his cheeks. sure, he’s seen his students grow into formidable sorcerers that he is infinitely proud of and sure, he may have gotten choked up once or twice while snapping memories of megumi’s important milestones— like his middle school graduation, and that one time he didn’t insult gojo loudly when he picked him up from class in front of his peers— but this…? this overwhelms him, the kind of love he feels right now.

this love… this love is so different, something he’s never experienced before. it’s unlike quick flings brought home from bars, trying to lift the weight off his shoulders for a couple of hours with a pretty face. it’s unlike the near religious idolization from his clan, smothering him with their expectations and obsessive admiration. it’s whole and pure— it’s his family, his true one. it’s you and your baby girl driving away his loneliness like sunlight chases down bad dreams. 

“okay, mama!” she agrees, nodding.

“but go directly to his room. remember where it is?” 

“i remember!” 

“i’ll be right behind you after i talk to your da. don’t annoy megumi-nii too much, ‘kay?” you turn around, opening the door to let your daughter out of satoru’s office and into the long corridor where you watch as she waddles in the direction to megumi’s room. when you can no longer see her, you step back into the office and shut the door before turning to look at your boyfriend. “she’s so excited to go to this party. it’s supposed to be superhero-themed and she wanted to dress up as wanda maximoff, but- are you still crying?” 

satoru barely remembers moving so quick, reaching out to hook one of his strong arms around your waist to pull you into his lap sideways.. he barely remembers cupping your cheeks into his big palms as if you’re his most precious thing, a goddess that carved out a piece of heaven for him to hold here on earth. your body is rounded and soft, a comfort to him when his emotions get the best of him. his eyes, pale blue like the northern glaciers, flicker over your face— to your expression that is more than concerned, and your lips that are parting to ask if he’s okay, and then, he’s kissing you—

you gasp, but your initial surprise melts into love, like a piece of chocolate held between your fingertips for too long, because you know what came over him now. you feel it too sometimes, when you see him bonding with your baby girl. it’s sweet, the way he spells words into those kisses— gratitude, affection, and something a little more primal that you can’t place. 

god, he knows you can feel his tears, saltine as they slip traitorously down his cheeks to pool in between the cracks of your joined lips.

when he pulls away a little, you wipe his wet cheeks with your thumbs, your heart tender from the aches until he ruins the moment by whispering four words against your lips that make your big doe eyes widen to full moons. 

“i want another one.” 

huh.

“are you crazy?” you whisper-shout, laying a fist against his chest to keep him from moving closer and indulging him in another kiss. before jellybean was born, having a child together had not been in either of your wishlists for the future, but two pale pink lines gleaming on your bathroom counter five years ago had changed everything and now, you couldn’t imagine life without her. 

but another one? 

“don’t tell me you’re getting baby fever just because she dressed up as you.” 

satoru doesn’t know what has come over him. he never wanted to have children of his own anyway. it was one of those stubborn pacts he made with himself when he was young and flippant. but seeing his baby girl dressed up as him— calling him a hero above all of his faults and failures— is making him want an entire litter with you, a dream team.

“she said i was a hero. i need to hear that from at least one more little me.” 

“we’re not having another baby just to feed your ego, satoru,” you shake your head. “i mean it so stop giving me that look!” 

“what look?”

“that look, the one that tells me you want to bend me over your desk right now,” you huff, “i have a party to go to.” 

“but she was so cute in her little costume, wasn’t she? we make cute kids, i told you that the first time you let me-” 

“i should have left you at dinner that night.” 

“but you didn’t,” he says, grinning toothily, his long, pale fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt to tease at soft skin underneath. he’s got you already, and he knows it. “just like you ain’t gonna leave this office without another baby in you.”

꒰ LOLLYNOTE ꒱: waaaah, i hope you enjoyed this lil piece ! this was a bit selfshippy and totally self indulgent but i hope you love it anyways <3 thank you to @sleepygetou for letting me use her darling babie ocs keigo & haru too 🥹

[omgauplease]

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like an ice cream cone (1,522 words)

Featuring: Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: “Life is like an ice cream cone; you have to lick it one day at a time.” - Charles M. Schulz

Byron loves the afternoons when he can have ice cream, in Boston Common, with his au pair. When an adult Shitty has the opportunity to buy a truck, he jumps at the chance.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

(Based on this au headcanon and these au headcanons by @livvychoclate)

🎂 Not What It Seems 🗡️

(When Luz is about to pass by the kitchen entrance, she stops and takes a step back after noticing the shadows of Beardo Philip and Camila inside. At the kitchen table, the couple are engaged in a lively conversation as laughter is exchanged between them. Luz, who is still skeptical about Philip, pays close attention to his shadow as she furrows her brows. He has to be up to no good. How could her mamá be falling for both him and his tricks? After a second laugh is shared, Philip holds up his index finger, instructing Camila to wait as he swiftly pulls out a jagged dagger, causing the mother to emit a small gasp.)

Luz: (Her jaw drops) I knew it! (Looks like her suspicions were right! He is up to no good! He's trying to knife up / stab her mom! Probably for some weird witch hunter thing! Of course he didn't give up his old ways! Once a witch hunter, always a witch hunter. Without wasting a single second, she rushes into the kitchen, directing an accusatory finger at Philip) Stop right there, you! I won't let you hurt my--

(Philip turns around and reveals his dagger to be covered in frosting while a cake that was missing a slice sits on the kitchen table. Camila, seated at the table, has a cake slice in front of her on a plate.)

Luz: (brings her finger down) Mom.

Camila: (smiles at Luz) Luz, there you are! You're just in time for some cake. Philip had baked it today and was telling me all about it.

Philip: (proudly) It's vanilla. (Cuts a piece for himself and sits at the table) Made it from scratch.

Camila: I was planning on getting him a knife from the drawer to cut it, but he told me that he already had one on him.

Luz: Oh! (A bit embarrassed that she was wrong) Well... that cake is probably poisoned... or something.

Philip and Camila: (In sync) Poisoned? (He and Camilla share a glance before looking back at Luz. They proceed to let out a good-natured laugh.)

Philip: Now, Luzura, don't be ridiculous. If it were, I certainly wouldn't be eating it nor would I feed it to your mother.

Luz: Oh yeah, well, it doesn't even matter cause (points two v-sigh fingers at her eyes) I've got my eye on you (then at him), Wittebane. (Turns around to leave.)

Philip: Wait!

Luz: (Stops and turns her head around)

Philip: Before you go, please take a piece. I put a lot of effort into creating this cake and would be absolutely delighted if you tried some of it.

Luz: (Smiles smugly at him as she crosses her arms) Ha! (Her eyes go to glance at the cake) I don't wanna eat your stinkin'-- (When she looks at the cake, she notices that it looks pretty good. More than good actually. It looked like a cake you would see on TV or displayed in a bakery. She slowly begins to change her attitude) ... Well, maybe one itty bitty piece wouldn't hurt...

(She ultimately cuts herself a large piece and sits with Philip and Camila as the three converse happily.)

[thesleepyskipper]

Just posted a very fun project I completed with @petrodobreva​, who did an incredible podfic of my new work, which was inspired by @lutzgocelly​’s art for @omgauplease​! Bitty the Kitchen Witch has been in the back of my mind ever since I first saw him! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47404624

[labelleizzy]

Story ideas from my sketchbook that I had forgot about: (comment with one of them and I'll write a sentence or two for you!)

Kitchen witch Bitty and sorcerer Kent have to work together when the villages are all up in arms!

Cait Farmer loves snowboarding

Bitty being touched or not, and acclimatizing

Loops and swirls of self-care ( dimension / texture? 1/18/18)

Hey Zimms, would you kiss me? (The sequel is titled c'mere Kenny)

Hera chapter: the trainer story, and Zeus not allowing her to work and why

I can't Remember The Things I've Lost

Lardo, Art Buddies And Accountability: that's why Shitty is always arting it up!

If I had 90 seconds to tell past me how to finish a project - what would I say to myself?

Bitty and the Good Knives.

The Past Is Always Present

The Last Shameful Secret Has Been Shared

Scraping teeth lightly over neck - SHUDDERING

[90secondnewbery]

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

1963 Newbery Medal Winner

Adapted by 5th/6th Grade English Class of Berkshire Country Day School (2024)

From Stockbridge, MA

Judges' Remarks: I really enjoyed this sassy take on the story—and it was made with such skill and craft! I appreciated the attention to detail, like the on-point costumes (Meg's pajamas in the first scene, or Mrs. Which's wacky witchy clothes, or Aunt Beast's appropriately furry ensemble) and the sound design (thunderstorm sounds in the first scene, or the pounding "heartbeat" sound when they are in the room with the disembodied brain IT). It was a smart idea to condense the three witches into one character, and to dispense entirely with blind alleys in the plot like the trip to Uriel and the encounter with the Happy Medium. I enjoyed the smart-aleck insolence of the script, like Charles Wallace saying "it's because of my spidey-senses!" or "slay queen!" (right before he's hypnotized) or Calvin repeating about how popular-but-depressed he is, or Mr. Murry shrugging "sucks to suck." I also liked the goofy additions, such as the Man With The Red Eyes running in to the room after IT is defeated and howling "No! What happened! No! My little itty-bitty IT!" There was a good use of cinematography throughout, especially the placement of the camera in the scene with IT so that it looks like the disembodied brain is much larger than the brain prop actually is. I also liked that there were interior and exterior scenes in various locations—this wasn't just shot in the corner of the library or in a school hallway, but in a real-looking kitchen, a forest, the climbing wall in the gym, etc., and this movie actually took the trouble to stage the scene with the many kids bouncing basketballs in unison! There were also resourceful touches, like having the characters spin around in a circle with a characteristic sound effect to indicate that they are tessering, or using the glass wall in the school to indicate the transparent column where Mr. Murry is trapped. I was also amused at the comedy of Charles Wallace offering Meg "warm milk and a sandwich," but just hands her . . . an empty plate? This movie was funny, resourceful, and well-made, with fantastic performances by everyone!

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[parvuls]

fic idea every day #10

Trope: Magical Realism, Setting: Principal’s Office, Word: Sugar.

Maybe Suzanne should've known, with the way Dicky follows her around the kitchen, climbs on the counter to watch her fold the dough, stares with wide eyes as she cuts pastry to weave a lattice top together.

But it skipped her generation, and though her mama warned her about it, she thought - maybe it would skip Dicky's, too.

Except now she's standing in the principal's office of her son's elementary school, trying to come up with an explanation for how a six-year old managed to conjure a cherry pie out of thin air, filling his classroom with the smell of nonexistent baking and crisp sugar.

[alphacrone]

ok but kitchen witch!bitty and plant witch!jack living in a sweet little cottage and greeting the sunrise with delicious things bubbling on the stove. bitty goes out, half asleep, to feed the chickens, his familiar, bun, on his heels. jack kneels down to run a hand through the soil around his herbs, sneaking glances at his husband. just the sight of him, bleary eyed and smiling in the gold of dawn, is enough for a small flower to appear in Jack's hand. he sneaks up on bitty to tuck it into the pocket of his apron, pressing a loud smooch to Bitty's cheek.

[cottagelf]

Me ‘n my girl!!!

[dontthinkaboutzimbits]

Jack gets a call that he needs to go shake the witch Bitty down bc he’s been stealing stuff. Usually the captain sends Office Oluransi but he got married and is on his honeymoon. So Jack ambles down to the cottage and he does Not Like it There.

It’s very pleasant don’t get me wrong. But Jack has heard stories that would make your hair curl, about cops doing their jobs and getting in a witch’s bad side in the process. Look: someone has a knife or throws a punch, he can counter. Someone draws a gun, he has a vest on. Someone hex him into next week? He’s got nothing.

So Jack ambles up to the cottage. Bitty’s waiting for him on the porch, sitting in a rocking chair with his hat resting on a nail in the door behind him. “Mr. Bittle?”

“Mr Zimmermann.”

“Someone recently made allegations that you stole some items of some value from the lighthouse?”

“Could be.” He leans forward suddenly, and Jack takes a step back. Bitty is grinning. “Do I trouble you, Mr Zimmermann?”

“More than you could possibly imagine.”

Somehow Jack finds himself inside the cottage, in the kitchen where the walls are painted a peachy yellow, with a piece of pie and a glass of tea in front of him. He shouldn’t eat it. This is how every witch story goes- the food and drink are bespelled and the next thing he knows he’ll be sitting in a tub of ice with his kidneys missing. But it looks so damn good and he is really hungry, and Bitty is chattering and eating too.

No sooner does he finish his slice than Bitty is fussing over him, touching the graying hair at his temples. “It’s a stressful job, aint it,” he coos.

“It can be,” Jack says.

“I have just the thing,” and Bitty puts together a little satchet of herbs, “to put under your pillow for deep sleep and sweet dreams.”

“Is this a bribe?” Jack doesn’t take bribes.

“It’s not a bribe.” Bitty tuts about the kitchen, putting things away. He could use magic but...he doesn’t. “It is a kindness. A gift of no monetary value. I look after my community, same as you. It would sure be a cold world if we didn’t have each other’s backs.”

And then Bitty ushered him out the door and Jack walked to his car in a daze. He was down the street before he realized he’d forgotten about the stolen mixer for that creepy demon. Ughhhhh.

He needed backup. Jack pulled out his phone and dialed. “Shits. I need your help.”

Dex is a cross roads demon who likes to spend his summers in a lighthouse because he hates being near people. Nursey is a “client” of his; Nursey summoned Dex to help with his writer’s block, so Dex sent him to the lighthouse to work uninterrupted while Dex ties up some loose ends in town for a couple days.

It’s going great until a swimmer in a big fur coat washes up on shore. Nursey is a cool bro and helps the swimmer, one Adam Birkholtz. He gets Holster cleaned up, feeds him a hearty meal, and hands him his coat on his way out the door.

The facts are these: Holster is a selkie and his coat is his pelt. Feeding and inviting a selkie into your home is a common courting ritual, and some selkies consider this a declaration of Intent. Taking and then returning a pelt to a selkie is on par with putting a ring on it.

Bitty is a local witch who arrives at the light house to shake Dex down for spell ingredients—imagine his dismay when Nursey flings open the door and begs him to help. Holster is crying and singing and being super emotional in the living room.

“Please Bitty, how do you undo a selkie marriage??? If I don’t figure this out Dex is going to kill me! Or worse! He’ll never let me live it down!”

It’s cool, Bitty knows a guy. (Bitty knows everyone.) He calls up Officer Oluransi to gently tell Holster about human customs, being the supernatural liaison for the police department and a selkie himself. Ransom arrives on the scene and takes Holster aside to talk for a while. Like a really long time. Like Nursey’d kinda worried that they fell off the face of the earth.

Bitty steals stuff from Dex’s kitchen. “He’s a demon, it’s not like he’s using this mixer anyway.”

Dex comes back the next day and is greeted by Nursey yelling “EVERYTHING IS NORMAL.”

“Why is there beach sand and stuff all over the carpet? What happened here?”

“SHUT UP DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!”

“Did you finish your manuscript?”

Nursey didn’t write anything. It’s suspicious. Dex is suspicious. But he’s always suspicious so he lets it slide.

(It takes him three weeks to figure out he’s been burgled.)

I’d call this fic Selks on the Beach if I ever wrote it proper.

[goldasschains]

If ghosts are canon in Check, Please…who’s secretly a witch/magical on the team 🤔

[zombizombi]

zimbits, 4

4. over a cup of tea

Jack has only just lifted his hand to knock on Eric’s door when it swings open, leaving him standing with his fist in the air. His neck hurts, muscles pulled tight. Eric smiles the way he always does, golden and warm, and Jack wonders why he ever tries to knock. 

“Hi, honey. Long day?” Eric asks, tilting his head just a little to left. He is wearing Jack’s sweater, looking at him the same way he’d looked at him when he read his palm, and Jack wonders how he knows.

He always knows.

“Yes,” Jack says, stepping through the door as Eric moves aside. It’s cool in the apartment, and as Eric shuts the door behind him, Jack lets his shoulders relax. Eric’s cat winds itself around Jack’s ankles, purring. The windows are open, a light breeze stirring Eric’s filmy curtains. It smells like bread and cinnamon and the traces of incense, heady and sweet.

“I’ll make you some tea,” Eric says, and not a moment later the kettle whistles from the kitchen. As Jack follows him he can see the dark mug he always uses out on the counter, can watch the constellations appear as Eric pours hot water inside. Eric has gentle hands, and Jack’s eyes follow them as he places the kettle back on the stove, cuts bread, puts it on a plate.

At the table, Jack closes his eyes and wraps his hands around the mug, inhaling the sweet, herbal aroma of the tea. It’s not the same as the tea Eric sends Jack home with, nor is it the same as what he’d made for Jack’s mother. This is mint and anise and wintergreen, soothing in the way Eric’s hands are soothing as they trace down the back of Jack’s neck. The skin tingles where he touches, warm and cold all at once.

“I love you,” Jack murmurs, eyes still closed.

Eric kisses just near his ear, eyelashes brushing the skin before he pulls away. “I love you, too, sweetpea,” he says.

ways to say i love you prompts

[parvuls]

fairytale au where an evil witch curses prince jack to confinement in a tower, but instead of trying to escape jack concludes he brought it on himself and considers it as a punishment he deserves. he doesn't do anything to discourage the rumors that the tower is guarded by a fearsome dragon, either.

enter bitty, who's on a mission to slay a dragon in order to prove himself to his dad, king richard, and chooses jack's tower because he's not too interested in the tales of locked up princesses going around.

imagine bitty's surprise when there's no dragon to be slayed. imagine bitty's anger when jack forbids him from telling people that he rescued the lost prince, and even tries to get him to leave as soon as possible (rudely, too! without even an offer for something to drink! bitty is outraged. even more so by the state of the tower's kitchen.)

bitty refuses to leave without proof of his courage (mostly because he's really not too keen on returning to his kingdom and all that awaits there). jack refuses to come with him.

they must find a way to reach a compromise.

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ZIMBITS AU -- Neighboring Magic Shops

Eric Bittle, a kitchen witch, is determined to bring success to his new bakery, Just Peachy, where he specializes in charmed treats and teas. Jack, the fallen wunderkind of famous necromancer Bad Bob, does not appreciate the saccharine scent of baked goods wafting into his shop every waking moment of every damn day. He runs a serious store, with powerful artifacts and ancient tomes -- things far less frivolous than luck & cheer infused PSLs. Enter a few meddling friends and a werewolf pack that runs the neighborhood bar, The Haus, and Jack and Bitty find themselves on the adventure of a lifetime. 

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Eric loves Diagon Alley. He adores it - when he first learned how to apparate, if was the first place he went, getting a few weird looks from the local witches and wizards as he took as many pictures as he could for his folks back in Georgia. 

Sure, he guessed, there were places in it back home, but nowhere quite the same. Nowhere so steeped in history, his history, than London. 

When he’d gotten his letter to to to Ilvermoney he’d had no idea about the whole other world out there, just under the surface. He always thought he’d been different - and he was. 

But he’d graduated now - and his parents were... trying real hard to come to terms that he wasn’t going back to rural Georgia and live a ‘normal’ nomage life. 

Muggle. A muggle life. He liked Muggle better, he like a lot of things better in Diagon Alley. 

Namely, he liked his own little part of it.

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Bitty Bakes was a small, wildly successful bakery slash cafe that filled the little nook between the bookstore and the jewelers. When he’d started out, he’d been worried - a loan from his folks back in Georgia, one from the bank and his entire savings account just for the downpayment - but it had all paid off. 

He was a so-so wizard, but he was a fantastic baker. When he’d worked out (early on in his education) that he could combine just enough magic to make his baking even better, he knew what he wanted to do. 

He spent most of his days working in the kitchen, charming his pots and pans clean, making sure that the upside-down cake never fell flat, and chatting to his customers. 

His busiest time of year was always the lead up to the start of school. The street came alive with posters and fliers, he loved watching all the little muggle borns walk through the crowds with huge eyes, trying to take it all in at once, the older kids, surer and well versed in the coming and going of the street, would meet up with their friends in little groups and descend onto the shops as they needed. 

And no trip was complete without a visit to Bitty Bakes. He had a huge range of pies and cakes, and he worked hard to make sure that everyone who walked through the door got a warm welcome. 

Especially if they were...

“Well good morning, Mister Zimmerman.” He said, from where he was placing the goodies he’d made that morning into the glass display, as the door opened with an almost silent ping. His friend, Dex, who worked at the smithy making caldrons and other iron goods, had made the bell above the door. It sounded a little different for every person. Eric found that he could now pick out who was walking in just by the jingle of the bell. And Jack Zimmerman was... well... just as muted as the bell.

Oh, not that you could tell, really, the way he’d fill up the small shopfront, tall, handsome, with the bluest eyes... but so sad. 

“Morning.” He said, looking over the selection. He did the same thing every day, and every day he asked,

“So what’s good?”

“Same as every other day, sir.” Bitty said, standing up and dusting some of the flour from his hands. “Everything.”

Today Jack was wearing a lovely blue sweater, just the right colour to match those eyes, and Bitty felt himself going a little red around the ears as he took in how well it clumg to the well defined arms of the required Quiddich star.