Fourth Floor Common Room; Evening

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Cloud was making cookies.

Or actually, trying to make cookies. It was totally Kate's fault, but not really, since nobody was forcing him. At any rate, the first batch was done, and the smell of cookies was in the air. At least they smelled well? They were of almost all the shapes you could imagine, not because of him using several different molds, but mainly due to his inability to make them round and pretty, like he imagined they should be. Cloud had taken the time to make a little sign so people would better before eating them.

I (Cloud) made this cookies,
Eat at your own risk
                                             -Could

In all honesty, they weren't that bad -he had tasted some- but any bad criticism would most likely make him quit. And yet, he would appreciate if people offered advice to his cooking skills.

[Those are your typical chocolate chip cookies and this is an open common room!]