ron wiped his hands on his jeans, glancing nervously around the bustling kitchen of the burrow. the air was thick with the smells of roasting meat, simmering sauces, and freshly baked bread. it was just another typical weasley family gathering, but this time, mum had her hands full with… well, pretty much everything. somehow, ron had volunteered to help with the cooking, and had coaxed you into joining.

"alright, this is going to be a piece of cake," ron said, his voice a bit more confident than he actually felt. "i mean, how hard can it be, right? we’ve got a recipe, we’ve got our wands… and mum’s not even hovering over us this time." he picked up the family’s ancient cookbook, flipping through the pages until he landed on what seemed like a simple enough dish: shepherd’s pie. "this doesn’t look too bad. just some chopping, a few spells to get things cooking faster… easy." he shot you a grin, hoping you couldn’t tell how out of his depth he felt.

ron grabbed a knife and a few potatoes, then hesitated. "er, maybe you could start with the meat? i’ll, uh, handle these." he gestured to the potatoes with a vague sense of determination. as you turned to the stove, he tried to remember how mum usually did it—peel, chop, boil. but as soon as he flicked his wand to start peeling the potatoes, they shot off the table, bouncing around the kitchen like rogue bludgers. "oi! stop that!" he yelped, diving after them. he managed to catch one mid-air, only to have it slip out of his hands again, landing with a splash in the nearby sink.

"well, that’s… not ideal," ron muttered, his ears turning red. as the chaos continued to unfold, he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "okay, new plan," he said, trying to sound authoritative. "we just need to… stay calm. whaf’s the worst that could happen, rig—” a loud pop echoed through the kitchen as the pot on the stove started to overflow with a thick, bubbling concoction that definitely wasn’t in the recipe.