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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack  The Gryffindor widened his eyes a bit at Cool Group Leader Grayson's surprise. Actually, Zander had no clue as to what they were going to do with the cookies... It was just a guess. DRAGON DUNG!? ".... I.... I hope not..." So like um, was there a way to get out of that? Because uh... Dragon dung? "Maybe we can find a way to get out of it?" They were 'Colonel Cool Grayson Whitlock' and 'Pretty Cool Mate Zander Adair' after all?
He was probably blushing now. Was he blushing? And furthermore, was it getting hotter in here or was it just him? It was probably just him. Because he was GLOWING, yes glowing with pride now. And being a Gryffindor-despite the accusations ahem cough- pride was very valued and sometimes dangerous. Culloden would? How Zander always wanted to make that guy proud, but yet was terrible scared of him was beyond confusing. But he definitely did want to impress the man. So. Just. Grayson Whitlock staaaahp, you're going to make this Gryffindor explode. "Heh, thanks! I picked it up from watching you though," HEHE someone please send help.
Zander looked over at Grayson as the older guy began taking out the cookie sheet. Yes. This Gryffindor approves. "Good thinking," and now for the moment of truth. Would Cool Group Leader Grayson Whitlock approve of his mixing skills? Aaaaannnnndddddddddd YES! Success. These were going to be some great cookies. HA! Ahem. Back to the cookies... Right.
The Gryffindor gave the fourth year another smile as he reached over and took hold of the spoon. Zander began following suit and scooping and placing and scooping and placing. They really made a lot of dough. BUT AHHH the end of the bowl. He could SEE it! AWESOME! Cool. So now that the scooping was over, the could get back to the baking! Picking up the tray, carefully, the Gryffindor stuck the tray into the oven that Grayson had preheated before. "And now we wait?"
"Me neither. I don't want to taste foul cookies." No, keep that stuff AWAY, thank you very much. As for a way to get out of it, WELL, wasn't THIS an interesting line of thought? "How do we get out of it? We can't use the under-the-table-feed-the-dog technique." Because they were missing something crucial from that plan: a freaking dog. "Though, I guess, if it's from someone we trust, we can trust them to make good cookies." Like Simon and Ethan over there. Uh huh. You two'd better be making cookies for Taureans and whatever star sign Zander happened to be.
Was he BLUSHING? Grayson was picking up a lot of interesting things from this Gryffindor and blushing was, apparently, one of them. Along with him not being one of those overly brave Gryffindors that jumped straight into something without thinking about it first. What a bunch of idiots those were. And WHY wa he thinking about that when this guy over here was praising him? Grayson smirked before saying, "Looks like you're a fast learner." Was his chest puffed out a little in pride? Yes, it was.
The scooping really had taken forever, hadn't it? Jeez. It was as if the two had been one of those people in primary school maths problems. You know, the loonies that bought fifty pineapples and were all too glad to be giving them away. Swear to Merlin, who even bought that many freaking pineapples in the first place?! Jeez. Some people sounded like they came straight out of the loony bin.
Sigh. Task, Whitty. The dough. Which they had scooped aaaaaaaaall of it out and placed onto the cookies sheet and theeeeeen......... into the oven! "Yeah, we wait. Fifteen whole minutes! And MAN, these are going to smell SO good." He was sure of it because THEY were the ones who had made it. Of course it was going to turn out to be brilliant. "Though, maybe not as good as the chocolate chip kind. Do you think they have chocolate chip fortune cookies?" And more importantly, could they have some? Because waiting was making him hungry, as was that SMELL. Sweet Merlin!
Tick tock tick tock!
Fifteen minutes was a long time. Come ON! Hurry up and BAKE alre--
"TIME'S UP!" Was he excited? He was. He really really was. He even grabbed an oven mitt and took out the tray and the cookie sheet. "Mmmmmmm! That smell!" What was the next step again?
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