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Jeez, he was starting to feel a little overwhelmed by all of her picture taking. It was flattering, yeah, but performing for the camera was an art and he was trying to bake here. Frilly apron and all.
The sixth year just tried to ignore all of the flashing attention and filled his bowl to the brim with everything he needed. All that was left was a little bit of mixing and filling the pan. Baking was easy. See?
Uncomfortable pause. Ascanius shifted and put down the bowl that he was using to whisk all of the ingredients up for her cake. "I don't have one," he said trying to brush the topic off with a casual shrug. Could they talk about something else? Anything else would be nice.
Did Ascanius know what he was doing with the stuff in that bowl, or was she going to be dead by the time that cake landed in her stomach? The Gryffindor stole another picture and watched curiously. Show us how it's done, apron boy.
"Oh." Oh, right. He was an orphan. But Alice didn't find the topic at all uncomfortable, on account of connecting on emotional wavelengths was hard, and the fact that her friend was bothered went completely unnoticed.
"Do you know around when it is?"
'Cause she was a hundred percent set on getting him a present this year.
Snap.