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The kitchenette off the Gryffindor common room was bathed in a drowsy, orange warmth, the only illumination the low blue flame beneath a saucepan. Outside the leaded windows, fat snowflakes drifted soundlessly through the black night. You were alone, whisking a thick, pale batter, when the heavy, shuffling footsteps approached. Ron Weasley halted mid-stride on the stone threshold, his riotous ginger hair glowing like embers in the firelight. His blue eyes widened, locking onto you, and for a suspended moment, the only sound was the quiet crackle from the stove. He scratched the back of his neck, a flush creeping up from his collar. "Erm—didn't reckon anyone would be in here. You, uh... making something decent, then?"