Where: The kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place
Rating: Well there really isn't anything more wholesome in the world than baking cookies, now is there?
Summary: Bill gets the urge to try his hand at baking cookies... the muggle way.
Bill opened up the antique oven just in time to be met with a cloud of smoke thicker than anything a Hungarian Horntail could belch out on its best day. Coughing loudly, he pulled his wand out of his back pocket, squinting his eyes shut as he pointed it towards the thick smoke.
A small breeze filled the room, breaking apart the smoke cloud and filtering it out to other parts of the house. Bill would worry about getting rid of the rest of it later. Right now he had more pressing business at hand, such as the state of his third attempt at a batch of cookies. Leaning over with roughly as much trepidation as one about to look up a haunted chimney, he peered in at the tray and the many small black circles that now dotted it.
"Oh bollocks... burnt them again."
With another swish of his wand, Bill had the tray levitating itself out of the oven and heading over to the waste basked, which was all ready close to overflowing with various blackened lumps from his previous attempts. Once the tray had dumped out its contents, he had it set itself back down on the kitchen counter as Bill went back to the flour and batter-caked bowl beside it and set about reorganizing the ingredients for another go at it.
"I've really got to remember to thank Mum for doing all the cooking for me for so many years... this is bloody impossible!"
Reaching for the oversized bag of chocolate chips, Bill measured out another one and a half cups of chocolate pieces to pour into the bowl, pausing for now the third time to pop some into his mouth. Stirring up the thickened contents with a wooden spoon, Bill blew a stray strand of Weasley-red hair out of his face, knowing that his cheeks were probably already smeared with flour.
"Well... fourth time's the charm, I guess."
After spreading out several more globs of dough onto the tray (and after scraping off the remains of the last three tries) Bill sent the new batch levitating into the oven again while grabbing the bag of chocolate chips and sitting down on top of the kitchen table with his dragon hide boots propped up on one of the chairs. He tossed several more chip into his mouth while glaring at the oven door defiantly.
"That's right, you bloody wanker... I'm watchin' you this time, so no more funny business!"