InsaneJournal

"So... I... peel it?" Ron asked, his freckled face pressed into a frown as he began to try and peel away the outside layer of the onion. He was being taught to cook. Without magic. By Lily Evans. Ron had only just been getting used to that fact before his magic was taken, and now not only was he hanging out with a girl who was technically dead and related to his best friend, but he was learning how to not die from some weird muggle kitchen gadget in the process. After all, it was hard to think of her as 'Harry's mum'. She was only a year younger than Ron himself, after all, and actually quite pretty. Until he caught a glimpse of a freakishly familiar pair of bright green eyes and would suddenly he was reminded of who she was.

"Oh, bloody hell," he muttered, because suddenly his own blue eyes were starting to water with the fumes from the onion. Ron sniffed, dropping the knife and stepping sharply back to swipe a hand over his streaming eyes. Which proved to be a mistake as they promptly started to sting. Ron yelped, stumbling back until one large foot stubbed on a table leg.

"Oh, buggering bollocksing crap!" Ron slumped until his long, lanky frame was leaning against the tabletop, scrubbing at his eye with the sleeve of his jumper. "Is cooking always this painful?"