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Description: Part 10/100... Baking and ... Rose is an ass... She is just very literal, and that doesn't help James at the moment.

A/N: WOOT WOOT 1/10 of the way done!

"Albus?" Katelyn asked as she sat on a stool in the Kitchens at school, "what is James doing?"

"He is trying to make cookies," Albus said as he stared quizzically at the cookie dough his brother was stirring in a bowl.

"James," Scorpius said, "are they supposed to look like that… all …"

"Shut it!" James snapped as he grabbed something that was on the table in front of him, his back to his brother, cousin and their friends.

Rose shook her head and she was reading, not bothering to look up. She knew of his disasters in the kitchen from her Aunt Ginny. She had tried to teach him, but like his father, he couldn't get the baking skills down. Now, he could cook with Grandma Weasley and it was nothing but brilliant, but trying to bake cookies or cake, something usually exploded.

"Is this safe?" Katelyn asked Al quietly, but not quietly enough.

"Of course it is safe!" James said wiping around and flinging his spoon out of the bowl, blue sticky substance flying everywhere. Numerous house elves froze where they were as they were hit, Scorpius and Katelyn dove to the right to the ground, and Al dove to the left, but because Rose was reading, she was hit with a glop of it.

James tried to look sheepishly as he saw Rose look up, a heavy frown on her face, and a glare in her eyes.

"You know," James said backing up, "you look an awful like your mother now. Quite scary… Rose, why are you taking your wand out, we aren't in any classes at the moment."

At that moment, Rose was sliding off her chair, glaring at her older cousin. She wiped the blue goo of her face with one hand and flung it off onto the floor while pulling her wand out with the other.

"You hit my book James," Rose said walking around the corner, careful to avoid the house elves that were watching with immense fascination. "A book that Grandma Weasley gave me last year when I turned 10."

"Sorry," James said trying to get away from his younger cousin. "If you want, I can clean it up?"

James was trying to find anyway to get her off the warpath.

"I could clean it UP! The point is that you aren't careful with what you are doing, what if this had been potions, you could have hurt someone in your class!"

"Your not my mum Rose," James yelled, feeling quite angry with her all of a sudden. He pushed past Rose and stormed out of the kitchen.

"Rose," Al said quietly walking up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"What happened in Potions class, Al?" Rose asked, feeling guilty and horrible all of a sudden.

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