Soft hums of various Gryffindor girls filled your dorm as the heat from the summoned oven reddened all your cheeks. Laughter erupts when Lily told a joke, a specifically funny one you had to be there to understand.

You stand behind her, feelings arising in her as you hold her hips to steady yourself to grab the flour from the top shelf.

She almost loses it when flour spills over her, and your hands immediately pat down her dark red apron, apologies tumbling from your mouth in a fast blur.