Garret's neck grew ever warmer at Daphne's insinuation that he wanted the Ravenclaw to help, and also the fact that The Ravenclaw was watching them so intently. This cooking this was supposed to be Top Secret, and now she was probably going to blab to the entire school about it.

Oh, he could just imagine it now, "You know that Garret Crocker kid? The one who likes to pretend he's macho? Yeh, him, he laiks to coooook!"

Wincing at the voice in his head, he turned his back on both girls to pour the batter into the mold on the other counter. He was going to die a horrible death of mortification. All because he'd wanted to do something nice for Daphne.

He came to the conclusion that he should stick to being the mean Butcher's Son she had labeled him as.