Inell's Fanfiction Archive

“It‘s a disaster.”


“It looks…okay.”


“Liar. When your Mum made it, it was moist and soft.”


“I bet it tastes great.”


“Ron, the knife won’t even cut it.”


“It’s okay, Hermione. I don’t like cake much anyway.


“I can brew the most difficult potions with ease so why am I unable to make a cake that is worth eating? I will make this blasted cake and it will be edible! What are you doing?”


“It says ‘kiss the cook’.”


“Have I mentioned that I love it when you obey directions?”


“Forget the cake,” he whispered before kissing his wife again.