InsaneJournal

It was with a heavy, remorseful heart that Nymphadora Weasley woke up in her Hufflepuff Dormitories that evening. Being a person whow was highly impartial to any form of negativity, she has never learned how to handle a situation where she had unintentionally upset someone. There was a constant ache in her chest since the realization that his anger in the journals had been genuine. She was only joking! How could anyone believe that she could actually make someone into a pie? The worst part was it was Paul- in a way the burden was heavier because it was him who was mad at her, and such ony exemplified his importance to her.

So with a determined line to her shoulders, she woke and headed immediately for the kitchens. Her entire afternoon had been dedicated to making her pies for Paul, which the elves had only been too accomodating to assist her with. By late afternoon, she was able to accomplish three: a lemon meringue, a strawberry designed with hearts, and her personal favorite, a banana cream one. With specific instructions, the house elves had gone to Paul's room and left the pies on his bed, along with a note from her, folded into a paper plane, just like they always did, even when they were together. She only hoped he wouldn't get more upset with her...

Dishiveled and possibly covered in flour, Dora retreated back to the Commons. It was with exhaustion that she decided lounging for a second on the couch near the fire to rest would be a good idea. The moment her head hit the couch arm, she was out cold...