She hummed an old muggle song to herself as she moved about the kitchen, the skirt she had chosen for the day making her feel like dancing, she twirled as she moved from the warming coffee pot to collect a bowl and the ingredients for pancakes. "I hold a dream an" there's no compromisin’" She sang out, placing the griddle on the stove, "I know there's one certain laddie for me." the pancake batter came together in the bowl, "One day he'll come walkin" o'er the horizon: But should he not, then an old maid I'll be." She hummed a few bars in between, as she got the griddle hot and made herself a cup of coffee, "Waitin" for my dearie, an" happy am I