Molly: Homemade
"Hullo," called Molly. The Muggle-obsessed boy grinned at her, cheeks turning pink and offsetting his freckles. She grinned back, sliding into the seat across from him in the compartment.
Molly dug in her pocket and pulled out a small brown bag. The smell of cinnamon and spice was overwhelming – much the way Arthur's personality was. Molly didn't mind though on either, as sometimes things were better when they filled your senses completely.
She smiled. "I've got homemade biscuits. Want one?"
Their hands brushed together too closely to be anything other than overwhelming for both. Thanks mum, for the cooking lessons.
I love this ship, though hardly write them or read them. /Shrugs/ Thanks to all those who are reviewing - I'd be extremely happy if you keep doing so.
Next up is Gilderoy!