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Ryan didn't have a single creative bone in his body. And now he was expected to make Gingerbread houses? The only time that the boy was near food was if he was about to eat it. Luckily having a high metabolism, the boy was quite skinny, he just liked sugary foods to much. But never once had he been expected to make food. He never went near an oven, never prepared food himself.
And WERE THEY TAUNTING HIM?! Gingerbread.. It was SUGAR wasn't it? It was FAR too tempting. The Slytherin stared at the icing and the gingerbread and anything else that was placed in front of him. Must. Not. Eat. Gingerbread House.
His head flickered up as he noticed Conner come over and sit at the Slytherin table. "Hey" he answered with a small smile. "How exactly are we meant to do this? The sugar.. Its calling me" he said dramatically. Maybe it was best for him to not go to Hogsmeade. Keep him away from Honeyduckes that way. "Yeah. Unbelievable" he muttered halfheartedly still staring at the ready to make Gingerbread house. Where to start? What to do?
AHHHHHH!
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