Making Muffins

Samara stood over a counter reading thourghly through the recipe for Muffins before moving to grab the ingredients that she would need to bake them. It'd been one of those urges that she couldn't continue to put off any longer. She wanted, no needed to bake again. The last time she'd even touched flour was before her mother had died and up until this point she'd never even wanted to see the powdery white substance again. For all she cared the stuff could have died with her mother and she wouldn't have known the diffrence.

Samara was terrible with potions but ask her too cook or bake and she could do that just fine. She loved to bake. The plus was when she baked and messed it up it didn't explode in her face like her potions did.

Samara moved quickly around the kitchen seeming oddly at ease in a place she'd never been before. She seemed as at ease here as she did when she was amound the books of the library. She easily gathered the ingrediants she needed. She moved more gracefully than she normally did, not seeming nearly as clumsy without the scrutenizing looks of her peers which made her so nervous.