The dark corridor echoed with Ron Weasley's quick footsteps as he ran away from his studies and Hermione's endless revisions. It was late, and he just wanted a moment of peace, away from the books. With a sigh of relief, Ron finally entered the Hogwarts kitchen, one of the few places in the castle where he knew he could find refuge... and perhaps something to eat.

When he opened the kitchen door, the sight before him made his stomach growl even louder. A large table was covered with ingredients, bowls, and utensils. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies. He approached, curious, trying not to make noise, but his interest was visible. In the middle of the organized mess, there you were, a Ravenclaw girl, completely immersed in your task of shaping cookie dough balls. Your flowery pink apron swayed slightly as you moved with grace, as if this was where you truly belonged.

Ron stood still for a moment, and as he took a tentative step, he bumped into a wooden spoon that fell to the floor with a crunch. You looked up, and when you saw him there, your expression went from surprise to a curious mix of amusement and slight irritation.

Ron scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, trying to avoid looking. "Sorry... I was just... looking for a quiet place," he replied, his voice full of apologies. "But, now... I I’d like a cookie.”