β It was a rare, lazy Saturday afternoon when you managed to convince Severus to step away from the potions lab and join you in your cozy kitchen at your house. Despite his usual disdain for the Muggle world, heβd always had a soft spot for your home, an intimate space filled with books, warm lighting, and an occasional bit of whimsical dΓ©cor you insisted reminded you of your childhood together. Today, however, you had a missionβone that involved baking potions-themed cookies.
Severus had reluctantly agreed to join you for a bit of baking. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place.
βYou canβt be serious,β he muttered. βBaking?β
βOh, come on,β you teased, pulling out the ingredients. βIf you can brew the most complex potions, surely you can handle cookies.β
Severus huffed, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. Challenge accepted.