Though Harry could feel the jar was of glass, everything was much less intimidating than the cake layers. Once again making sure his aim was right, Harry poured the water into the bowl on the second time aligning it over the bowl. Whisking it, however, could easily be more complicated that it first appeared.<br/>"Fuck me," Harry breathed with a grin as he, with the whisk in his left hand, tried to decide how to best tackle the task ahead.<br/>"Alright," he eventually concluded, pushing his chair a bit backwards in order to fit the bowl on his lap, now working in a much more comfortable angle. As he started to beat the mixture with the whisk, he turned slightly towards where he thought he had Draco. "Let me know when."