You were spending the night over at the burrow to spend some times with George during the Christmas break.

During the night, you collectively agreed a bit of a late night sugar fix was in order!

So, why not some homemade cookie dough?

"Mum's got some brown sugar round here somewhere, I know it."

George grumbled as he reached his arm into one of the many cabinets in the kitchen, his hand feeling for the jar of brown sugar. His other hand rested on the edge of the cabinet itself, supporting his weight.

He would've used his wand if it hadn't been confiscated by Molly since the last time he used magic outside the castle grounds.

Meanwhile, you stood over the countertop, melted butter and vanilla extract in two bowls.