lemon tartlets

My brother asked me to help out with ‘afternoon tea’ canapés for my baby niece’s christening. Happy to help bro! I made the lemon tartlets, scones and dark chocolate mousse cups pictured in other posts, as well as these tiny pastry 'boats’ with creme patissiere and blueberries.

In Every Universe: Begging For Tarts

In Every Universe: Begging For Tarts

Bakery AU, Harry/Ginny, Romance/Comedy, PG-13

A/N: For hpshipweeks on Tumblr. Enjoy!


Vic. Dom. Freddie and Roxy. 

Check. Check. Double check.

Ginny sighed in relief and shook her long red hair out of her flushed face. She hadn’t expected to spend her only day off that week in the company of her mad (albeit adorable) nieces and nephew. Thankfully, her duty as Best Aunt/Sister/Sister-in-law was now coming to an end, and the sense of impending freedom, just within reach, had pure elation blossoming within her. It pushed through bone-deep exhaustion and weariness and hunger (why was she so hungry?) and forced the corners of her lips up in the semblance of a smile. Vowing right then and there to never again leave the house with four children (never mind have four children) or at least start charging a sodding fee for her services, she hitched baby Dominique higher in the adjustable carrier strapped tightly to her torso, took hold of Victoire’s small and slightly sticky hand, and pushed the side by side pram containing Fred and Roxanne towards the bakery just ahead.

She had to twist around to push open the swinging glass door with her back and jiggle the wide pushchair over the threshold just to enter the shop, but the sweet, sugar-laced air was a reward in itself for the mild irritation. Ginny inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment as she imagined herself sitting back, kicking up her feet, and stuffing herself with lemon tartlets, raspberry croissants and chocolate éclairs. But then three little voices began to chant, “Biscuits, biscuits, biscuits!” and her daydream popped like a dirty dish soap bubble.

She opened her eyes and faced reality. Queuing up behind an older woman who threw her a rather disdainful look, no doubt from the cacophony the children were making, Ginny quickly squatted before Victoire and the twins. Vic quieted once she caught the look on her face. The twins, however, needed further reprimanding.

“Hey, hey, hey.” She caught both of Roxanne’s flailing arms in one hand, and grabbed Fred’s tiny foot with the other before he accidentally kicked Dominique. “I thought we discussed this in the car. You only get a chocolate biscuit if you behave.”


 “Biscuits, biscuits, biscuits!” they continued, just a smidge quieter, plump cheeks pink and brown eyes alight with excitement.


 She laughed. It was all she could do. Nobody could reign in Freddie and Roxy. Deciding she was doing nothing but wasting her breath, Ginny turned with exaggerated exasperation towards Victoire, who always giggled when she rolled her eyes at the twins’ antics, only to find the space she’d been previously occupying empty.

Her lungs quit taking air and her heart seized in her chest, but Ginny still managed to spring up and scream for her eldest niece. This was her worst nightmare come true and the very reason she’d been reluctant to take on more than two children at a time. George had teased her mercilessly just that morning when she’d revealed her fear of losing one of them, asking her repeatedly if she could count to four before she’d shoved him out of her flat.


“Victoire! Victoire!” Her voice had gotten hysterical, and there were tears burning her eyes. She could feel the stares of the half dozen patrons on her, but she ignored them as she continued to search for her niece’s strawberry blonde locks and sparkly purple top. “VICTOIRE!”

“Er,” said a voice from a slight distance, one she almost didn’t hear as Dominique had begun to wail. “Is this your daughter, Miss?”

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