Chest heaving, I finally arrived at the Gryffindor table and spotted the red haired, cookie stealing, excuse for a best friend. Grabbing a spoon off an unsuspecting second year I stormed towards Lily, showers of milk flying of the metal utensil.

“What are you doing?” I place my hands on my hips and do a very good impression of an L’Oreal advert with my hair. 

I can practically hear the house elves whisper “Because you’re worth it”.

“Do you mind?” I snap, glaring at his hand, which was slowly inching towards the spine of the book. He smirks, and snatches the book off the shelf. 

“No, not at all.”

“Is there any reason why you two are trying to disrupt my class?” said Professor Slughorn.

“No Sir, Ruby and I just had a disagreement.” 

“Yes Sir. He thinks the lipstick shade that best compliments his skin is pink, while I think he’s more a coral. What do you think?”

“Nothing to see here; go back to your homework, I don’t want to be held responsible for you failing school. Take Lily as an example and you can never go wrong!” 

“Be quiet, Ruby.” Peter laughs and pulls me back down on to Brian.

I love baking. There’s just something about sticking your hands in an uncooked mixture that really entertains me. What can I say? I’m strange.