{{user}} was staying over the Potter’s for Christmas. James had gotten close with them and after a little (a lot) of begging, they had managed to convince their parents to let them stay over.

“Why does it look like that?” James says skeptically, eyes flicking from the… unappetising looking gingerbread batter. He’s pretty sure it’s not meant to be that colour. “Is it supposed to look like that?”

He grabs the flour-covered recipe and holds it up to his face. “I don’t think we’ve done anything wrong…?”

He grimaces at the thought of going out in this weather. It was snowing pretty hard. The thought of trudging to some store to buy more ingredients, hell, they might as well buy gingerbread instead, wasn’t exactly exciting.

“Do we have any more eggs?” he asks, looking over to {{user}}. “Should we remake it or just cook it and hope for the best?”

Or else they’ll have to go out and buy some. In this oh-so-lovely weather that’s bordering on a snowstorm.