Fred padded into the kitchen and peered over Kagome's shoulder as she mixed something in a bowl quickly, she was covered in flour and had spots of food covering the counter.
"What in the world are you making, love?" he asked cautiously.
Kagome spun quickly, making him jump out of the way. "I'm trying to make a treacle tart. I got the recipe from your mom."
Fred raised his eyebrow as she dumped the contents of the bowl into a piecrust, whirling on him. "Look, I've re-made this four times it looks fine."
"Alright, calm down. Didn't you just get back from your internship though? Aren't you tired?" Fred asked amused.
Kagome shoved the tart in the oven and dusted her hands off with a cloth. "Yeah, it was my last day. Healer Smethwyck had me help him with a warewolf victim. But, I wanted to do this though before I left for Hogwarts."
"Final year, that's exciting." Fred smiled.
"N.E.W.T.S. are something I'm not ready for. I don't think I'll be able to pass potions." Kagome sighed.
Fred caressed her cheek softly, "you'll do great. If Snape gives you a hard time, give him one back."
Kagome snorted and tossed an oven mitt on the table. "If only it were that easy, Snape's potion class this year isn't going to be a joke, I may not be home for Christmas if I feel like I'm going to fail."
"You can't just leave for a year and leave me alone with a treacle tart, you'll be home for Christmas because you always are." Fred smirked.
"Hey, I've got this year to get through, I can't leave like you and George did last year."
Fred rolled his eyes and smirked, "it wouldn't kill you to be a little rebellious. Dumbledore's Army doesn't count either."
Kagome tossed the towel at Fred's face before making her way to the bedroom. "I'm going to shower and finish packing."
"Can I come?" Fred called.