"Fred, you look entirely too happy to not have done anything." You spoke with evident suspicion as a brow raised on your head.

Fred and yourself had decided to make some sugar cookies! Perfectly ordinary, right?

Definitely not with Fred present.

"I'm telling you they're fine! Just cause you walk off for a few minutes doesn't mean I spiked the dough behind your back." Fred spoke with a feigned innocence, batting his eyelashes and putting a hand on his heart with playful offense.

He stood just over the batch of freshly cut sugar cookies, all lying neatly on a baking sheet with parchment paper on it.

He also discreetly stuffed his wand back into the waistband of his pants, the light dying at the end of it as a small vile of dragon's breath and fairy tears slid behind the sugar jars.