The Gryffindor nodded his head enthusiastically in agreement. Yeah foul cookies bad. At the suggestion for the clever technique- knew he liked this guy for a reason- Zander found himself nodding even more. So much nodding. So much goofy smiles. Grayson Whitlock sure sounded like a good role model. Hm. Anyways, someone they'd trust? "Oh yeah, I reckon that'd be a good way to do it too," and with that he looked right over to Mr. Watson and Sherlock. They'd better make some darn good cookies.

Fifteen minutes. Geeeez. "Chocolate chips? We should ask the house elves for some!" So what if actual fortune cookies didn't have chocolate chips? That couldn't stop them from adding some! Chocolate was always welcome. Especially around this Gryffindor. He excited looked around for a house elf before oh-so-casually throwing Grayson's BRILLIANT idea out there. "Are there any chocolate chips out here!?" Because they really really wanted some. How's that for a decoration, right?

AND TIME WAS UP! AT LAST! PRAISE MERLIN!

As Grayson took the cookies out, Zander basically MELTED at the amazing scent. Sniff. Sniff. "They smell ahmazing!" Ha, good teamwork. Yes. Mhmmm. Turning back to the list of steps, the Gryffindor read over them quickly. "So now we drop the fortunes in? I can do that part if you do the shaping?" He didn't even wait for a response because he was so eager to get these things done and into his mouth.

One fortune for you, Mr. Cookie. One for you. And one for you, you, you, AND YOU! He also did the folding thing and then looked over at his partner with a smile. So the shaping then? All yours, Whitlock!

Simon just raised his eyebrows and nodded REALLY slowly at his best mate. Uh huh. Suuure. Ethan. Whatever you say mate. He continued nodding. "Right, I know that. That's why I coughed away," he said with a wry smirk playing upon his lips. He nodded in agreement. "I don't know how the actors, such as Benedict Cumberbatch do that. I mean... It's unbelievable. Do you think he had to spend hours in his room spewing out random nonsense about things? Picture this. Sherlock sitting in his car spewing out random facts about how to cook an egg," said Simon as he burst out into laughter, breaking character. The image was just too funny. He too tried to speak very, very quickly. "First take an egg, then we're going to break it in half. This must be done at the utmost precise angle with the correct amount of force. After doing so, crack it in half and let the egg yolk and white roll into the bowl. Repeat."

Without another word, Simon dipped one fortune cookie into the chocolate sauce and then slathered one side, lovingly with sprinkles. He did this again and again. He admired their finished products with a wide grin. "They look good."

And then K-burn was all leaning into him and snapping her fingers and invading his personal space. Cutty could smell her breath. The remnants of the hot cocoa. A wicked, long, ape-like smile became quite apparent as the boy found this kinda neat. He was gross. I'm sorry.

He didn't say anything, however in reply to her comment about her mouth and the professor. Rather, he just absorbed in the information of K-burn's take on the Divination professor. Getting Professor Morgan alone in her...Actually, he Divination tower seemed to be rather neatly kept. Lots of stuff, but not downright dirty. Possibly, it would be no work at all to clean her crystal balls.

Cutty reached a hand over and patted Zahra's shoulder twice, still wearing that monkey-like grin and considering that betting against defeat was also an option and carried with it the possibility of a win. Thank you, Zahra Kettleburn and Zahra Kettleburn's mouth. Thank you. He felt inspired as he went on to make his fortune cookies.




"Accio teacohp!" He sent a teacup flying through the air toward him and caught it before setting it down and cracking the eggs into it. Right. Okay. He was meant to separate them. He'd forgotten in his lust for how he and Zahra were going to make a quick galleon. He took out a spoon and drew out the vibrant little balls against the slight tug of the whites and verbally evanesco'd the mess.

With his eggs now separated, Cutty tossed it into a larger bowl to which he added the vanilla, almond, water, vegetable oil, and something of his own concoction.

"Engorgio." He said aiming the spell for the teacup into which he'd left the egg whites.

All that agreement meant one of two things: either Grayson came up with oh-so-great plans OR Zander was one of those people who simply agreed to a lot of things that people said. Grayson was going to go with the former for obvious reasons. Pride and ego reasons, of course. And he didn't want to be thinking bad of the Gryffindor. Nah! Besides, the third year was looking over towards the Holmes-Watson pair too. "You think they'd share their cookies with us?" Those two were GREAT cooks.

Swear to Merlin, Zander was just full of bright ideas, wasn't he? The kid was suggesting asking the house elves! And what was event BETTER wa that his courageous, I-have-no-shame and act-first-think-later side had gone ahead and asked! BRILLIANT. Grayson couldn't have been more pleased in a partner. "I hope they have some and give us enough. Reckon we could take a couple to snack on too." That last sentence was said in a low voice so that only Zander could hear because this fifteen year old did NOT want other people taking his idea. No thank you.

Speaking of ideas, here was yet another good one. Good thing too evause otherwise, the Slytherin wouldn't have stopped sniffing the air because of the cookies. MAN, that SMELL. If it wasn't his Amortentia smell, he was going to be VERY surprised. "Had anyone told up that you're smart?" he asked, reaching over and grabbing a muffin tin. Because once it was shaped, it needed to be dropped in there for cooling reasons. Uh huh.

Sooooo, the task began. And once Zander put the fortune in and folded the cookie over, Grayson took hold of the cookie and shaped it so that it looked a bit more like a fortune cookie. Did he know what a fortune cookie looked like? LOL. No. Not REALLY. He was relying entirely on his memory for this one. The small memory of Professor Cassie holding up the cookie earlier on. AND te Slytherin had done what any other person would do and stolen a quick glance at someone else's cookies.

Cookie shaping was going on. And dropping them into the muffin tin to cool off. And their ones were going to look FANCY.

The process continued, with Whitty shaping the cookies that Chef Z had folded over before depositing them into the tin. At long last, they reached the final cookie, which Grayson folded over and dropped into the muffin tin with a bit of a flourish. "LOOK! We have fortune cookies! Look at how GREAT they look!"

SPOILER!!: Steps!

Ingredients
•2 eggs (whites only), use the yolks for something else
•1/2 tsp. (2.2g) of vanilla extract
•1/2 tsp. (2.2g) of almond extract
•3 tbsp. (41g) of vegetable oil
•8 tbsp. (62.5g) of flour
•1 1/2 tsp. (4g) of cornstarch
•1/4 tsp. (1.5g) of salt
•8 tbsp. (100g) of sugar
•3 tsp. (15g) of water

Steps
1. Make fortunes, use the shrinking charm reducio to make the parchment small enough to fit into the cookie
2. Using your wand heat preheat the oven.
3. Combine all the ingredients and mix well until dough is smooth.
4. Place tablespoons of batter onto a cookie sheet, space them around 2 inches apart.
5. Bake for fifteen minutes or until golden brown.
6. Remove cookie and place parchment in the middle, fold the cookie over.
7. Form into fortune cookie shape.
8. Place cookies into a muffin tin to hold their shape. Let cool for ten minutes.
9. Decorate if you like.

Cutty had to pause there. He leaned on his elbows against the work surface and peered down at the recipe. Having enlarged his teacup, he was now ready to start combining the dry ingredients. "Scourgify!" He hit the now empty and enlarged teacup with a cleaning charm and began to add the flour, sugar, cornstarch (into which Cutty had placed his entire hand liking the silky yet loose texture), salt and sugar. After giving it a stir, Cutty threw in the egg whites, vanilla, water, almond extract, oil and whatever it was that he added himself.

Yes. It was official. Grayson HAD to teach him how to be cool. Zander did need someone to look up too. Hehe. But yes, about Simon and Ethan. "Yeah, definitely. They're our friends. They have too!" Wasn't that what friends were for? Giving each other food 'n cookies and stuff? Plus Simon was like a real life chef in training so his cookies would definitely be amazing. Yes. It was settled. The Slytherin pair better share. Please?

As the Gryffindor waited around for a house elf to respond, he turned back to his partner chef. Couple to snack on? Merlin. This guy wasn't just COOL he was BRILLIANT too. Yes. Definitely settled. Grayson would have to give cool lessons later. After class or something. Shame this term was already coming to an end. Could someone say, fifth year projeeecttt? Sixth for Grayson. But still. "Yeah! Maybe we can even stick a few into some of our extra cookie dough," MHhhhhmmm was his mouth watering? Yes. Yes it was.

Smart!? Group Leader Grayson thought HE was smart?! Say whaaaaat? Zander wasn't normally the super cocky Gryffindor type, but man Grayson was really starting to make him feel good about himself. Yep. Grayson, what are your robes made out of? Is it... ROLE MODEL MATERIAL? Anyways. He just let out a small chuckle and grinned. Goofy goofy grin. So anyways, now that it was time to start folding into shape, Zander watched Grayson getting to work.

They looked.... WONDERFUL! "They look awesome! Great folding, mate." Yes mate. Because they were officially friends now. Grayson had said it himself. Yep. It was a thing. Anyways, Now they just had to wait right? And that would be it? That decoration stuff was also an option... If Grayson was into that. Of course, chocolate chips would be a nice decoration. But anyways. "I kind of don't want to give them away... Wanna eat them myself." Of course that included Grayson too. They were so precious, it'd be a shame to have to give them up to the others. Could Chef G and Z enjoy for themselves, Professor?

He looked over at the ovens. He was lagging behind a bit and found it to be beneficial in the sense that he need to do no oven preheating. So, getting right into it, the monkey being passed off as a boy in robes tried his mother's stirring spell to get the cookie dough a smooth consistency. Once achieved, Cutty found a cookie sheet and sprayed it down with oil singing what sounded like some sort of Arabic... seduction song?

Or maybe it was just the way he was singing it.


Perhaps it was about gardening. Oh, please let it be about gardening!


Plopf! Plopf! With a tablespoon, Cutty laid out the measurements of cookies onto the cookie sheet and used his wand to measure out a reasonable distance between them. He had no idea why this had to be this way, but as with Potions instructions, it was probably best not to deviate from specifications like that.

The really nice student Missus was talking to Toddles again and he turned away from the other littler Missus to pay her attention. Lasagna to go. Er. Was.. that.. allowed? Well, a portion of lasagna wouldn't hurt, right? And she did ask so nicely. "Toddles will get Missus some lasagna. Toddles will make some!" It didn't matter too much that the young elf had never made that particular dish on his own, did it? He would try and make the student missus very happy!

And this student Missus was very nice too! The little elf beamed at the girl as she spoke. "Yes'm, my name is Toddles," he nodded happily. "Does Missus Sophie need any more help?" He wouldn't mind, since she was so nice and all. She could tell that Toddles was a good and helpful elf.

Toddles heard the voice of another studentsie hard at work. Asking for chocolate chips. Toddles knew where they were normally kept, but he wasn't sure if they had been brought out or moved for Professor Missus' lesson. And there were no other elves coming over to help this poor studentsie since they were so busy cleaning up. So Toddles was on the job! "Toddles will try to find some chocolate chips. Toddles will help Master decorate his cookies." And then maybe he would feed Toddles one.

As she walked around, Cassie could not be happier with her students and the house elves for that matter. They were doing a wonderful job! Her green eyes snapped to some honking when she heard it. Oh Pips was saying he was done. "Bravo Pips" She snapped for him and Zhara. This lesson had turned out sooo great, at least she felt it had.

Moving towards the front of the kitchen and noticing the time she clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention. "Alright class. It seems we are almost threw. If you are still waiting on your cookies, you have a few more moments so don't try to rush them if they are backing. Now what is a cookie if we do not share. So the three that you have made with fortunes please hold onto them. You will see why once the homework has been posted. Now for the extras feel free to eat and share them as much as you want."

Looking towards the house elves she beamed, "Thank you again for helping us today. Can I help clean up at all? I do better at cleaning than baking so whatever you need." She would certainly help them. Looking back up she clapped her hands again. "Seventh years, thank you for joining me this term. Good luck in everything you do." She glanced around the room not wanting to miss anyone that was going to be graduating soon.

Class is over! Thank you so much for coming! I will leave the class open until morning for you to finish up if you need to finish your activity or just having your student say their goodbyes! Homework will be posted shortly

"Yabn el halal...!" Oh, gentlemen!

Apparently, it wasn't about gardening at all, but Grayson Whitlock! Cutty went on and on partly singing quietly to himself in his semi-trained voice partly humming about a polished, poised young man who wouldn't give the time of day to anyone as he waited the fifteen whole minutes for his fortune cookies to cook.


Once time was up, Cutty used a placement charm to carefully lay the demi-cooked cookie sheet onto the work surface. They seemed to have gotten rounder by the look of it during their cooking. That would probably help in their folding. How were they folded? They looked almost origami-like in their construction and architectural from an angle. For certain the edges met. Cutty placed a cooling charm on the cookies, finally noticing the warmth of the kitchens created by their recent oven use. In the center, he placed the horoscope for Taurus and lined up the edges then bent one of the corners back, then the other.

He held it up for inspection and moved on to Pisces. Place. Fold. Bend. Gemini. Place. Fold. Bend. With his spare one, he took out a remaining sheet of parchment scribbled a random fortune, shrunk it down and placed it into the last of his cookies.



It was something he'd heard on the street in his muggle neighbourhood and he was curious to see if one of the muggle born children would know what it was all about.

Eeep, class dismissed? Leah quickly picked up her hot cookies and placed them into a muffin tin. Let cool for ten minutes. This time she was careful enough to set her watch for that period of time. The professor had said they need not rush, but Leah still felt a need to hurry things up a bit.

She shuffled towards the decoration station, picked up some pink and red sprinkles and returned to her table. She sprayed all cookies with them, making heart shapes with the sprinkles. When she was almost finished, the ten minutes had passed.

Leah took off her gloves and touched the cookies. Not as hot anymore, yay!