XII. Cake
Scorpius' family had never really approved of his passion for cooking. They said it was work that should be done by house elves and commoners, but certainly not by Malfoys.
That was why, upon coming to Albus' house for dinner, Scorpius had insisted that he would make a cake. He had done it in the muggle way, earning himself confused glances from Albus' mother and approving nods from Rose's (who, according to Rose, was a dreadful cook even with the aid of magic. That, flying and chess were the only things Hermione Weasley had ever been bad at).
Eventually there was a very large, chocolate cake on the table and an equally large group of Weasley-Potters staring at him as though he were the most peculiar thing they had ever seen. Whoever would have expected that a Malfoy would a. be sorted into Ravenclaw, b. not be smarmy, slimy and arrogant and c. be good at baking of all things? Rose's father, of course, was missing, apparently convinced that any food made by a Malfoy would be laced with poison. It was almost enough to make Scorpius wish that Grandfather Lucius hadn't been such an evil git.
Only James and Albus weren't staring at him in shock – James had his head in a bowl and was trying to eat all the melted chocolate ("You're causing a complete mess, James you pig!" shouted Rose), and Albus was staring at the cake with a bemused smile on his face: even more bemused than usual, which meant that he was going to say something that would make Scorpius feel as though his brain was melting.
"Who came up with the idea of cake?" Albus asked.
Scorpius groaned, not wanting to waste his breath on answering that question.
"What are you on about now?" Rose asked.
"Who came up with the idea of cake?" Albus repeated. "I mean who would think of mixing flour, eggs, butter, sugar and chocolate would leave you with a cake? You'd have to have wrackspurts in your ears to… Got it! Wrackspurts invented cake!"
Scorpius didn't know whether to start laughing or crying when he heard this.
"Al," Rose sighed. "Just shut up and eat."
Al shut up and began to eat the cake in such a way that Scorpius finally realised that he and James were indeed related.
"Hey Scor, is bread like cake?"
Scorpius groaned; if Albus was going to continue asking stupid questions, this was going to be a very long day indeed.