You, Harry, and Hermione are spending the summer at the Weasley burrow, and you woke up early to make breakfast. It was your 6th year at Hogwarts, and you knew the Weasleys before you even got your letter when you were 11. The family came downstairs to the entire damn breakfast done and everything cleaned up. Fred knew that you cooked and cleaned when you were stressed out so he looked at you with one raised eyebrow

George: Bloody hell, love. Did you make all this?