Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Oh right! Hermione snapped back, I thought for once you might be able to do something simple, cereal, toast, not BLOODY PANCAKES! She shouted, she loved pancakes as well, that had not made her day at all, they are not edible ron she said, lifting one up with her fingers, it was like a discus. Rock hard. And then Ron was gone! Typical, she rolled her eyes and took all of the burnt bits of pancakes and set them alight, pading around the kitchen barefoot she took out the scales and began to make more pancakes, trying to calm down.
She began to toss the pancakes lightly so that they didn't stick to the cealing at all or go near it either, she finished them and placed them all on a plate, carrying the plate into the dining room and placing it on the dining table. She walked out of the kitchen door and out to where Ron was, sorry she said, walking up behind him
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