James Potter, resident dickmitten. (pottedprongs) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-05-07 15:47:00 |
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James had gathered the ingredients with his usual zest; he enjoyed putting things together and how, no matter how random a combination of things might look on paper, you could mix them up and put them in a waffle iron and when you tasted the outcome (smothered in icing sugar, butter and syrup, obviously), it would make something resembling sense. He'd had more successes than explosions since what was now referred to as The Great Pudding Incident of 1979. A lot of the time, James left his wand out of it, and that made a lot of difference. It was like him in a lot of ways, ready and eager but sometimes it jumped the shark, in too much of a hurry to meet and end, which was exactly how James had ended up with a pudding-induced hole in his ceiling. Lately, James had been keeping his wand in his pocket, mixing ingredients with hands and spoons and spatulas. It took more time, but the difference in taste was noticeable, as was the lack of repairs needed around the house. He hadn't made anything particularly complicated yet--macaroni and cheese, beans on toast, pancakes, waffles and crepes, and a batch of oddly inverted but very tasty cupcakes--but James was discovering that puttering around in the kitchen was something he really enjoyed, and even more so if he was cooking for Lily. The batter was ready within about five minutes, and then in went pretty much the entire bag of chocolate chips. The icing sugar, butter and syrup sat on the table along with plates, forks, knives and a pot of tea, and James called to Lily before pressing the first lump of batter into the waffle press. |