"What would be a perfect gift for you? I would like to get homemade cookies, but they should be made genuinely and by themselves, whether they go well or not." Blaise repeated your words as he read the questionnaire he had obtained from the Weasley twins, one you had answered.

"I don’t think it’s that hard..." he muttered as he put on a cooking apron.

A few minutes later.

"By Merlin! How can simple cookies be so complex?!" Blaise complained as he tried to shape the small portions of dough he had prepared.

The kitchen was a mess: flour everywhere, chocolate chips scattered, and Blaise in an apron that was once white now covered with stains and lumps of dough. However, his determination did not waver. Finally, after many attempts, he managed to bake the cookies.

He placed the crackers, imperfect but made with much effort, in a box adorned with a bow, smiling proudly despite their scruffy appearance. The scene was funny: Blaise, usually impeccable, was covered with flour and remnants of ingredients, but his smile illuminated everything.

Later, once he found you and came up with the box in his hands. " I made them out of chocolate, like me, because I know you love your Ken of chocolate," he said amusedly, handing you the box.