Kate was lying on the couch. For some reason, that morning, she'd woken up after a nightmare about her childhood. This one had been about the many times her parents had locked her in their basement.
She shuddered at the flow of memories, and tried to think of something pleasant. Hogwarts. She hadn't been very popular at Hogwarts, and had escaped to the kitchens quite a lot. She'd gotten to know the house elves, and they'd even taught her how to cook, a little bit.
She never cooked anymore, it brought back painful realizations that she could never go back to Hogwarts, but maybe it would help a little this time? She couldn't think of what else might help.
She found her way to the Malfoy's kitchen, and turned on the lights. It wasn't bright enough, so Kate conjured a few more floating lamps. The kitchen was fully stocked, and Kate tied on an apron, turned on some loud music, and began rooting through the cupboards.
She shuddered at the flow of memories, and tried to think of something pleasant. Hogwarts. She hadn't been very popular at Hogwarts, and had escaped to the kitchens quite a lot. She'd gotten to know the house elves, and they'd even taught her how to cook, a little bit.
She never cooked anymore, it brought back painful realizations that she could never go back to Hogwarts, but maybe it would help a little this time? She couldn't think of what else might help.
She found her way to the Malfoy's kitchen, and turned on the lights. It wasn't bright enough, so Kate conjured a few more floating lamps. The kitchen was fully stocked, and Kate tied on an apron, turned on some loud music, and began rooting through the cupboards.