Title: Baking
Rating: T
Character(s): Andromeda, Nymphadora
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 420
Notes: This collection will feature Andromeda in a mother and grandmother role. There will hopefully be fifteen chapters.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: March Event - Mother's Day - Prompt: A mother and child making something together
Sixteen-year old Nymphadora stared at the stove. Her look made Andromeda believe her daughter thought it might come alive and bite her.
"You ready to start, Nymphadora?"
"I told you not to call me that!" she snapped.
"Well, that's your name, so I'll call you it whenever I want."
Nymphadora glared. "Mum, I don't want to do this."
Andromeda crossed her arms over her chest. Ted had wisely decided to vacant the house for the day; he had been certain there would be a fight, and he was probably right. "You told me you wanted to learn how to bake Charlie a birthday cake. So, that's what's going to happen."
Nymphadora sighed. "Can't I just use magic?"
"Yes, but it won't taste quite as good and you won't have the same satisfaction of a job well done."
"Maybe I can live without the satisfaction."
"I'm going to teach you the right way or not at all," Andromeda threatened.
Nymphadora's eyes flashed with barely restrained emotion. "You're so frustrating, Mother!"
Andromeda ignored the rude tone. "Let's get started. First, we need to make sure we have all of the ingredients. You said you wanted to bake a peanut butter fudge cake, correct?"
"Yes," she growled.
Andromeda flipped through the recipe book until she found the right page. "We need flour, white sugar, confectioners' sugar, baking soda, butter, unsweetened cocoa powder, buttermilk, eggs, vanilla extract, and creamy peanut butter.
Nymphadora checked off each ingredient as she grabbed them.
Andromeda nodded. "Baking can be quite easy. All you have to do is follow the directions. Just like in potion making."
Nymphadora moaned in frustration. "You do remember I'm horrible in Potions, right?"
"That's just because Professor Snape isn't the best professor. Without him hovering over you, I'm sure you'll be fine," she casually encouraged.
Andromeda had been wrong. With or without Professor Snape, Nymphadora just didn't know how to follow directions.
By the time they were done, the kitchen was a mess, and Andromeda wasn't even sure the cake was edible.
"I told you I couldn't do it, Mother! You're the worse teacher in the world!" she yelled before she stomped to her bedroom.
Andromeda winced when the door slammed shut.
The front door opened and Ted cautiously walked in. "Bad day, Andi?" he asked.
She glared at him and waved her wand, quickly cleaning up the mess. "I don't want to talk about it," she growled.
She then went to her own bedroom, and Ted was left standing alone in the kitchen.