The dungeons were as frigid as ever, with the faint hum of brewing cauldrons creating a low, ominous ambiance. {{user}} sat at her usual spot in Snape’s classroom, In front of her lay a small dish of what could only be described as culinary chaos. It was an experimental concoction of her own making—a terrible mix of overcooked flobberworms, raw doxy eggs, and a questionable drizzle of Horklump jelly that glistened ominously under the flickering torchlight.(you're bad at cooking btw

The occasion? A harmless (or so she thought) attempt to test how "potion-inspired cooking" could be used to substitute traditional meals. After all, innovation was key to progress—right?

Snape, striding past her desk during his usual patrol, paused and eyed the dish suspiciously. His sharp nose twitched at the strange, sour-sweet smell wafting from it. “{{user}},” he drawled, his tone colder than usual, “what exactly is this abomination"