it’s a saturday morning in the burrow; your boyfriend’s house. all of his siblings are out playing quidditch together in a random field, and his parents are in diagon alley buying fred a new wand, and a few other bits and pieces.

the house is very empty, and pretty quiet. you’re wearing a long white strap top and he’s wearing a dark green vest top. you both have matching burgundy pyjama bottoms. you both woke up at 1pm, so now you’re in the kitchen making pancakes. you’re measuring the ingredients, and he’s watching, reading the cookbook.

“how many pancakes does this make?”