Hannah laughed, and a piece of her hair fell out of its bun; she moved it back behind her ear with the heel of her hand, her new ring getting slightly tangled for a second, though she worked it free. Actually, wearing her ring just before she used her hands to fill the ravoli wasn't the smartest idea, so she took it off, setting it carefully on the counter inside of an empty teacup.
The dogs watched her with interest, sitting back disappointed when her hand did not move towards them with food.
"That's like Ernie, when he was a prefect," she said, still giggling. "'No hexing! Stop running! Ten points from Ravenclaw!' Ernie would be a great cook!"
She grinned as Megan swiped some of the filling. That sounded like a good idea--Hannah took herself a pinch of both the cheese and the pesto. Yum. "Well, if I did, I'd need Sally's help, since she's just as good in the kitchen." Hannah paused as she used her wand to flatten the pasta dough into a perfect sheet--better than any pasta maker--and then began cutting the sheet into squares. "Wouldn't it be fun if everybody who really loved to cook and bake and stuff got together? Like...we could cook for...an orphanage, or for those Muggle groups who help people who don't have enough to eat."