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Once you've tickled the pear and turned the knob, the Hogwarts kitchen will be revealed to you. Located directly beneath the Great Hall, the kitchen is a high-ceilinged room with five identical tables to the ones in the dining room above. Unlike the room situated above however, heaped around the walls are large quantities of pots and pans. On one end of the room are shelves of plates and utensils, stoves, sinks, and a large brick fireplace.
Here numerous house-elves are working on the castle's next meal when they aren't tending to their other duties as employees of the school. The team of house-elves have specific assignments to accomplish inside the kitchen, whether it is to cook, wash the plates and cutlery, keep the pantry stocked, place more wood into the fire, or set the tables before everything is summoned to its exact replicas overhead. Though the house-elves are incredibly busy, they will surely serve you a snack ... if you aren't asking Algamus. Or you can, of course, make your own food. Just don't leave a mess behind!
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SPOILER!!: Pips, Shera, Juni, Nimma
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Originally Posted by Pips
SPOILER!!: Miss Shera, Miss Juni, Master Slate
Pips nodded, "Pips okay Miss Primeaux, just want help studentsies." He watched as the two little Miss talked and the young Master walked up to them. He was trying to keep up with them. "All of the bestest studentsies *hiccup* want a burrito?" Pips looked up at each studentsies.
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Originally Posted by Pucki
SPOILER!!: Juni, Slate and Pips
"That's good," Shera commented with a smile at Juni saying that she was striving. Though... at this point she was really unsure what she should add to the conversation, especially with the other person who had just joined them and was definitely not known.
She tried to smile at him as well though, not to make the situation awkward for him as well when he had nodded his head as a greeting to her. "Hey, I'm Shera, nice to meet you!"
She contemplated adding first year Ravenclaw, but she was wearing her house tie and based on the fact everyone seemed to assume she was a first year anyway, she figured that wasn't necessary. Maybe first years had a vibe? She was assuming first years had a vibe. That theory was on the list of things to be confirmed in the future. Next year would be the year to test that.
The current only alternate theory was people would just look familiar from passing. She preferred the vibe theory.
Her eyes shifted back to Pips. So they could answer a question about their wellbeing. Good to know, next time she'd try to get the answer from her own question. And she was one of the bestest students? Score one for Shera in terms of befriending the house elves. "Yep, I think that's a burrito for everyone now please Pips."
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
SPOILER!!: Stale, Pips and Shera
Okay…. But Juni was really starting to get hungry now. She smiled when Slate joined them. ”Hey.” She whispered. And she laughed at his comment about the burrito. Of course she knew that he would be down for anything. He loved food that much. ”They went good. But we’ll still just have to see.”
She turned to Shera and smiled at her. For a first year Juni really liked Shera. Not that there was anything wrong with first years. Some of them anyway. ”Shera this is my friend Slate. And this is Shera she’s in my house.” She nodded to each of them as she introduced them to each other. Now that that was done, did that mean they could eat now?
Then she looked at the house elf, though she was still concerned about him and him scratching his ear like that earlier. She nodded at him. Best students *inserts heart eyes here* ”Yes, Pips. Burritos for the best students. Thank you.” She said with a excited grin. ”Do you think that you can make Slate an extra one.” Really she planned one that one being hers. So yeah.
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Originally Posted by Nimma
Nimma sometimes shy so Nimma listen to studentsies talk to Pips. One of the studentsies asked Nimma for her name. Nimma listened to Pips greet Miss Studentsies before speaking.
"Nimma at your services," and bowing low enough to wipe the tip of her nose on the clean floor. And another studentsie came and gave Nimma a greeting. Nimma wanted to do jobs that needed doing in case there was trouble, but studentsies needs things sometimes. "Mistress Juniper," she said with a smile and bowed again.
Nimma heard Mistress Shera wanted a kebabs or burritos. Nimma knew what such a thing was. Mistress Shera wanted burritos for three studentsies now. And Nimma bowed again "Masters Slate."
Nimma didn't cook. Nimma cleaned. Nimma went to fetch some clean plates and gave them a wipe over. Nimma was extra clean.
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Originally Posted by Pips
SPOILER!!: Juni Slate Nimma
Pips ran off to begin making the studentsies their burritos. One for each, and Miss Juniper requests an extra for Master Slate. Pips scurried around to the stoves and ovens. Meat, cheeses, lettuces, tortillases. All the ingredients laid out Pips can make burrito now. Pips eyes follow Nimma cleaning, "Nimma, Pips needs plates for the studentsies burritos."
Pips quietly assembled the burritos not saying a word. He looked up at the studentsies, "no studentsies go hungry" Pips mumbled. Each burrito now needed a plate. Pips waited for Nimma to finish cleaning the plates to give the studentsies the burritos but Pips needs Nimma Help. "Nimma help Pips carry burritos to studentsies?"
Slate looked at the house elf. Why did it just hiccup? Was that normal? He was never around house elves so he had no idea. "Yeah. That would be great." he said with a nod. And off he went. He? The house elf called Pips. There was also another house elf who seemed to really enjoy bowing. One called Nimma according to Pips. Look at them teamwork this! Although, Slate was starting to worry that Pips thought they were starving which how much emphasis he was putting on saying they wouldn't go hungry.
He chuckled to himself when Juni mentioned getting him an extra one. This is why she was the best. She was always looking out for him and thinking ahead.
Now for the girl that was clearly a first year. "Pleasure." he said returning the greeting. "Enjoying the school so far? I hear the constant trek to the top is miserable." Living in the basement definitely had its perks. But Ravenclaw also had it's perks. For instance -- the people. Ravenclaw had the best people. This was a fact he was not at all biased about.
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"Nice to meet you, Slate," Shera said cheerfully as Juni introduced the two of them. And while she was about to ask Juni more questions especially because Shera had also been at those try outs and thought that Juni was amazing her focus was cut off by the cute house elves.
Starting with the one that that wasn't Pips!
"What a lovely name, it's nice to meet you as well Nimma," because she could tell that this house elf was also shy by the way it scuttled away and held itself back unlike Pips. Oh well, she had tried. And she still had a few more years to try to break through to Nimma.
And Pips had also run off after Nimma to make them food. "Thank you, Pips," she called after him. Had to make sure that the house elves felt appreciated, even while they were working, no?
With both of the house elves having gone off, her attention was drawn back to the older Slytherin that she hadn't met before. Slate. Juni's friend. It was his comment about the trek that had literally caused Shera to scrunch up her nose at the thought. "I can almost run up the entire staircase now... if it doesn't move the wrong way..."
Nimma sometimes shy so Nimma listen to studentsies talk to Pips. One of the studentsies asked Nimma for her name. Nimma listened to Pips greet Miss Studentsies before speaking.
"Nimma at your services," and bowing low enough to wipe the tip of her nose on the clean floor. And another studentsie came and gave Nimma a greeting. Nimma wanted to do jobs that needed doing in case there was trouble, but studentsies needs things sometimes. "Mistress Juniper," she said with a smile and bowed again.
Nimma heard Mistress Shera wanted a kebabs or burritos. Nimma knew what such a thing was. Mistress Shera wanted burritos for three studentsies now. And Nimma bowed again "Masters Slate."
Nimma didn't cook. Nimma cleaned. Nimma went to fetch some clean plates and gave them a wipe over. Nimma was extra clean.
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Originally Posted by Pips
SPOILER!!: Juni Slate Nimma
Pips ran off to begin making the studentsies their burritos. One for each, and Miss Juniper requests an extra for Master Slate. Pips scurried around to the stoves and ovens. Meat, cheeses, lettuces, tortillases. All the ingredients laid out Pips can make burrito now. Pips eyes follow Nimma cleaning, "Nimma, Pips needs plates for the studentsies burritos."
Pips quietly assembled the burritos not saying a word. He looked up at the studentsies, "no studentsies go hungry" Pips mumbled. Each burrito now needed a plate. Pips waited for Nimma to finish cleaning the plates to give the studentsies the burritos but Pips needs Nimma Help. "Nimma help Pips carry burritos to studentsies?"
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Originally Posted by LilFox06
SPOILER!!: Pips, Shera, Juni, Nimma
Slate looked at the house elf. Why did it just hiccup? Was that normal? He was never around house elves so he had no idea. "Yeah. That would be great." he said with a nod. And off he went. He? The house elf called Pips. There was also another house elf who seemed to really enjoy bowing. One called Nimma according to Pips. Look at them teamwork this! Although, Slate was starting to worry that Pips thought they were starving which how much emphasis he was putting on saying they wouldn't go hungry.
He chuckled to himself when Juni mentioned getting him an extra one. This is why she was the best. She was always looking out for him and thinking ahead.
Now for the girl that was clearly a first year. "Pleasure." he said returning the greeting. "Enjoying the school so far? I hear the constant trek to the top is miserable." Living in the basement definitely had its perks. But Ravenclaw also had it's perks. For instance -- the people. Ravenclaw had the best people. This was a fact he was not at all biased about.
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Originally Posted by Pucki
"Nice to meet you, Slate," Shera said cheerfully as Juni introduced the two of them. And while she was about to ask Juni more questions especially because Shera had also been at those try outs and thought that Juni was amazing her focus was cut off by the cute house elves.
Starting with the one that that wasn't Pips!
"What a lovely name, it's nice to meet you as well Nimma," because she could tell that this house elf was also shy by the way it scuttled away and held itself back unlike Pips. Oh well, she had tried. And she still had a few more years to try to break through to Nimma.
And Pips had also run off after Nimma to make them food. "Thank you, Pips," she called after him. Had to make sure that the house elves felt appreciated, even while they were working, no?
With both of the house elves having gone off, her attention was drawn back to the older Slytherin that she hadn't met before. Slate. Juni's friend. It was his comment about the trek that had literally caused Shera to scrunch up her nose at the thought. "I can almost run up the entire staircase now... if it doesn't move the wrong way..."
10/10 not recommended to anyone though.
Juniper had been in and around the kitchen enough to know most of the elves names. Their names not their faces, though nearly all of them looked the same in the face. But each one of them seemed to have their own personalities and quirks. It was neat. ”Thank you Pips, Nimma.”
Now that everyone knew who everyone was that mean they could get to why they were really here FOOD. The Ravenclaw watched the elves get to work. They really knew what they were doing. They were so good at it that they didn’t even need to look at recipe cards. That was most impressive
Was Slate actually starting a conversation? Also impressive. She send a big grin his way. Most of the time it was her talking or no one talking when they were together. ”You get used to all the walking up and down and the changing staircases before you know it.” She said with nod.
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Originally Posted by Pucki
With both of the house elves having gone off, her attention was drawn back to the older Slytherin that she hadn't met before. Slate. Juni's friend. It was his comment about the trek that had literally caused Shera to scrunch up her nose at the thought. "I can almost run up the entire staircase now... if it doesn't move the wrong way..."
10/10 not recommended to anyone though.
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
Was Slate actually starting a conversation? Also impressive. She send a big grin his way. Most of the time it was her talking or no one talking when they were together. ”You get used to all the walking up and down and the changing staircases before you know it.” She said with nod.
Yes. As a matter of fact, Slate was making conversation. Despite popular belief, he was, in fact, capable of that.
He just... usually didn't.
He preferred not having to talk if he didn't have to.
"That sounds awful. I couldn't imagine every wanting to do something like that." he said in reply to the younger girl being able to run the entire length of the castle. In fact, he was tiring just [i]thinking[/u]
about it.
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Toddles was NOTS in the mood to deal with his bloodiness or any ghosts. Besides Toddles WAS tryins to be good fors Nimmas sake in orders not to make Mr. Mean Head Elf angry again. He needsed to be good for only a few more days while he worksed on his plan.
With freshly pressed kitchen rags, the young elfs returned to the Kitchen to find a giant studentsie in the kitchen. Toddles stopped in his tracks, amazed at how tall this student was, ands then proceedsed into the kitchen as if he ownsed the place. He looksed familiar. Yes, Toddles had seens him around but had never mets him. Yes, the kitchen was his as was this castle. All bows down to Toddles!! King of House Elves!!
"What is you doins?" asked Toddles.
It took him a moment to realize someone was talking to him - he heard the voice, processed it, continued to flip through the cookbook in his hands, hesitated... then looked down at the elf. Ah, the babiest of elves.
"Hi Toddles," Callum greeted, cordial and polite, and continued flipping through his book... when... he realized, maybe he didn't need the cookbook if Toddles was here.
"Who's the best at making cakes in this kitchen?" It was deliberate to have phrased it that way; Toddles would be able to point him in the right direction... or... if he really felt confident, Toddles could help. Or... erm... yeah, maybe it was best for him to point him in the direction of the elf who was best at baking?
It wasn't that Callum didn't trust Toddles. He was just. You know. A little skeptical of his abilities, and Callum NEEEEEDED this cake to turn out super well for Chloe. She deserved a perfect cake.
Nimma makes sure plates is all clean ready for studentsies burritos. Pips burritos go on the plates and Nimma helps. Her ears do a dance on her head to show her eagerness to help. "Nimma helps!"
Nimma smiles with her twinking eyes at Mistress Shera. "Mistress Shera has also a very pretty name." Nimma bows again. So kind. So very kind.
"Mistress Juniper and other studentsies always welcome to burritos." The elves were there all the time.
Lost in her own thoughts, Felicity jumped slightly as she heard a voice in her vicinity, but quickly recovered, looking down on the elf with a slight blush. Argyle she mentally reminded herself, thanking Merlin that the elves had a habit of referring to themselves in the third person: not the best with names, she would be so embarrassed if she'd ever gotten them wrong.
But, back to the present. And the house elf, who wouldn't be getting any of Felicity's negativity. "I'm -" she started to say fine, but realised she couldn't, and so with a wobbly smile she changed tack. "- hungry." And Argyle wouldn't mind helping her, right?
Ooops
Was Argyle bad? She startled studentses…she didn’t like to do that. Oooohh Mistress was turning red. Argyle waited anxiously as the girl started to speak…started to answer. Hungry! The house elf could certainly help there, bouncing just a touch in excitement. “Argyle can make something…make snack, or sandwich for Mistress,” the house elf remarked, not waiting for a response before turning from the Slytherin to see what was available.
Leftovers from dinner…supplies for the upcoming breakfast. Foodstuffs that were always stocked around the kitchen. “Cooking….cooking….cooking…” Argyle murmured over and over again as she gathered various items from around her and the kitchen. Weaving around the sixth year as she worked, both aware and seemingly unaware of her human companion.
Yes. As a matter of fact, Slate was making conversation. Despite popular belief, he was, in fact, capable of that.
He just... usually didn't.
He preferred not having to talk if he didn't have to.
"That sounds awful. I couldn't imagine every wanting to do something like that." he said in reply to the younger girl being able to run the entire length of the castle. In fact, he was tiring just [i]thinking[/u]
about it.
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Originally Posted by Nimma
Nimma makes sure plates is all clean ready for studentsies burritos. Pips burritos go on the plates and Nimma helps. Her ears do a dance on her head to show her eagerness to help. "Nimma helps!"
Nimma smiles with her twinking eyes at Mistress Shera. "Mistress Shera has also a very pretty name." Nimma bows again. So kind. So very kind.
"Mistress Juniper and other studentsies always welcome to burritos." The elves were there all the time.
Juni was grinning ear to ear. Yeah she was that ridiculous sometimes. Though she would never admit to being that. Ever. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he wasn’t capable of conversing with others she really just wasn’t used to it. But yeah she was proud of him.
Really she was just that excited to eat after having tryouts. And she could and likely would use that as excuse. The fourth year watched the two elves work on the food and work together. ”Thank Nimma. You all always make the best food.”
She turned back to Shera and Slate talking about having to go from tower to other parts of castle. ”So you only do all that running around because you have to? It’s not that bad really.” She tilted her head at him. Did he mind going up to see or meet her? She laughed though, he was funny sometimes.
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Was Argyle bad? She startled studentses…she didn’t like to do that. Oooohh Mistress was turning red. Argyle waited anxiously as the girl started to speak…started to answer. Hungry! The house elf could certainly help there, bouncing just a touch in excitement. “Argyle can make something…make snack, or sandwich for Mistress,” the house elf remarked, not waiting for a response before turning from the Slytherin to see what was available.
Leftovers from dinner…supplies for the upcoming breakfast. Foodstuffs that were always stocked around the kitchen. “Cooking….cooking….cooking…” Argyle murmured over and over again as she gathered various items from around her and the kitchen. Weaving around the sixth year as she worked, both aware and seemingly unaware of her human companion.
Shaking her head a little to allow her hair to frame her face, the way she did whenever she was embarrassed, Felicity offered a tiny, but grateful smile to the house elf as she offered to make something. "Yeah... A... A sandwich. That would be great," she managed weakly, before slipping down into the nearest chair.
Now that Argyle was busy, she breathed a little sigh of relief: not only was she grateful that she was making her something to eat, she was also grateful that she herself was now seemingly invisible to the Elf. She didn't think she could deal with any questions, or worse - small talk.
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SPOILER!!: Slate and Nimma
Juni was grinning ear to ear. Yeah she was that ridiculous sometimes. Though she would never admit to being that. Ever. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he wasn’t capable of conversing with others she really just wasn’t used to it. But yeah she was proud of him.
Really she was just that excited to eat after having tryouts. And she could and likely would use that as excuse. The fourth year watched the two elves work on the food and work together. ”Thank Nimma. You all always make the best food.”
She turned back to Shera and Slate talking about having to go from tower to other parts of castle. ”So you only do all that running around because you have to? It’s not that bad really.” She tilted her head at him. Did he mind going up to see or meet her? She laughed though, he was funny sometimes.
Slate grinned. Food time was his favorite time. A growing boy needed such things.
He then looked between the two Ravenclaws. "Still. There's nothing besides common rooms all the way at the top. Most of the lessons are even on the lower levels." If it weren't for her, he'd honestly probably never be up there.
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Pips is done cleaning the common room. Now time for foodsies for the studentsies. With a skip in his step and hope that good food could easily be made for the studentsies. "Oh nos" the stove was so messy. Now Pips must clean the stove before making food for studentsies. With a snap of a finger, cleaning supplies landed in Pips fingers before he began to clean.
"Well... yeah I guess you get used to walking up and down the stairs... but I'm with Slate... do you reckon we could get away with just flying up and down on our brooms?" she figured that being on the Quidditch team would win them favours with Professor Baldvinsson. That didn't really mean that they would get away with flying around in the castle though...
Her eyes shifted over to the little house elf and she gave her a broad smile. "Thank you Nimma, I like your name too! And thank you for making us food."
Because Shera really was grateful. There was no way that she'd be able to make the food by herself.
Shaking her head a little to allow her hair to frame her face, the way she did whenever she was embarrassed, Felicity offered a tiny, but grateful smile to the house elf as she offered to make something. "Yeah... A... A sandwich. That would be great," she managed weakly, before slipping down into the nearest chair.
Now that Argyle was busy, she breathed a little sigh of relief: not only was she grateful that she was making her something to eat, she was also grateful that she herself was now seemingly invisible to the Elf. She didn't think she could deal with any questions, or worse - small talk.
The embarishment of the sixth year was lost on the elf, especial in its urge to be helpful. Soon enough Argyle had her work completed, a well-stuffed sandwich made from the various fixings that had been available. All of the ingredients yummy both separate and together…at least by what experience had the house-elves of Hogwarts by the preferences of the humans they served. Tastes different from house-elves. Argyle looked around for her human companion, having lost sight of her, finally spotting her and bounding over happily.
“Sandwich for mistress student,” the house elf remarked as she placed the plate before the girl where she sat. Argyle somewhat anxiously awaiting the approval of her creation as she watched her with interest. As she watched, her head tilted, her ears flopped as something seemed off with the student girl.
The embarishment of the sixth year was lost on the elf, especial in its urge to be helpful. Soon enough Argyle had her work completed, a well-stuffed sandwich made from the various fixings that had been available. All of the ingredients yummy both separate and together…at least by what experience had the house-elves of Hogwarts by the preferences of the humans they served. Tastes different from house-elves. Argyle looked around for her human companion, having lost sight of her, finally spotting her and bounding over happily.
“Sandwich for mistress student,” the house elf remarked as she placed the plate before the girl where she sat. Argyle somewhat anxiously awaiting the approval of her creation as she watched her with interest. As she watched, her head tilted, her ears flopped as something seemed off with the student girl.
Felicity was pulled from her thoughts by Argyle's voice, a thankful distraction, even if her cheeks flushed and an embarrassed smile crept across her face due to the fact that she'd been caught in a world of her own.
"Thanks," she muttered, forcing a bigger smile onto her face, turning to the plate that was in front of her. Usually, she would have picked at the corners of the sandwich for a while, maybe torn bits of it off, but she could sense the elf's gaze on her, and knew that she was waiting for an opinion. So Felicity bit into it properly, savouring the taste - which was, admittedly, really good. Though she couldn't talk with her mouthful, she did offer Argyle two thumbs up.
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Rhea spent so much time in the kitchens, she might as well set up camp here. She always needed her fix of hot chocolate. It was the fuel she lived on. She honestly didn't know who she'd be without the stuff. When she entered the kitchens, she greeted the house elves and headed straight for the counter. One mug from a cupboard. Then, with a flick of her wrist and a few muttered spells, she summoned the things she needed.
Time to get to it.
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Pips looked at the studentsie who walked into the kitchen, oh nos they had already gotten a glass. Grabbing his ears, pulling them over his eyes, he tried to cal down. But Argyle made will be. “Ms. Durant, needs anything?”
Felicity was pulled from her thoughts by Argyle's voice, a thankful distraction, even if her cheeks flushed and an embarrassed smile crept across her face due to the fact that she'd been caught in a world of her own.
"Thanks," she muttered, forcing a bigger smile onto her face, turning to the plate that was in front of her. Usually, she would have picked at the corners of the sandwich for a while, maybe torn bits of it off, but she could sense the elf's gaze on her, and knew that she was waiting for an opinion. So Felicity bit into it properly, savouring the taste - which was, admittedly, really good. Though she couldn't talk with her mouthful, she did offer Argyle two thumbs up.
Rosy faced and surprised again. Argyle watched the Slytherin with interest not sure what to make of her still. Well until she made a move for the offered plate and the food piled on it. Oh goody…the girl was eating. Argyle was pleased as punch and excitable in result. The house-elf was nearly bouncing as she cleaned up her mess, recleaning the kitchen. Her wide-eyed gaze occasionally glancing over at her human companion.
Eating but still the girl didn’t seem all there. Friendly and not like masters who treat Argyle bad. Or dislike Argyle’s presence. Which sometimes was more Slytherin than any other house but not something house-elves cared about. No, they cared about doing their duty and serving. “Mistress…”
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was mid afternoon on a Saturday and Kay had just got back from spending sometime with Marshmallow. Her crup was all grown up, being approximately five years now, but she was still full of energy. The woman had taken her time to brush Marshy's coat and to feed her as well before they had taken a brief run around the barnyard.
Now she was back at the Castle. While her intentions had been to head straight to her office and take a shower, her stomach disagreed. Giving in, she had made her way to the Kitchen where she now stood observing the little elves. She was debating on whether to make her own snack or if to just ask an elf for something.
As much as Garreth hated stopping in the middle of a chapter, the creeping ache in his belly had eventually been too much to handle, and he'd been forced to stop reading to leave the library and head down to the kitchen for a bite to eat. It wasn't unusual for him to head down there by himself as his eating habits were rather strange and often didn't sync up with those of his friends. But that's fine, right? So what if he liked to eat weird things at weird times of the day?
This time, however, he was surprised to find Professor Stewart observing the house elves. For some reason, it hadn't even occurred to him that the staff ever went down there! But of course they did. The professors have to eat too! He paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. On one hand, he'd never been able to resist any opportunity to fraternize with the professors at Hogwarts. On the other hand, his visits to the kitchen were most often a solitary affair, and to be honest, he liked it that way.
"Afternoon, Professor." he spoke after a moment of careful consideration, doing his best not to startle her. Being rather jumpy himself, he knew what an awful feeling that was. "Supervising the Elves, are you?" he smiled, stepping forward into the room. He kept his body facing the professor even as he slowly sauntered over towards one of the tables to fix himself a snack.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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As much as Garreth hated stopping in the middle of a chapter, the creeping ache in his belly had eventually been too much to handle, and he'd been forced to stop reading to leave the library and head down to the kitchen for a bite to eat. It wasn't unusual for him to head down there by himself as his eating habits were rather strange and often didn't sync up with those of his friends. But that's fine, right? So what if he liked to eat weird things at weird times of the day?
This time, however, he was surprised to find Professor Stewart observing the house elves. For some reason, it hadn't even occurred to him that the staff ever went down there! But of course they did. The professors have to eat too! He paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. On one hand, he'd never been able to resist any opportunity to fraternize with the professors at Hogwarts. On the other hand, his visits to the kitchen were most often a solitary affair, and to be honest, he liked it that way.
"Afternoon, Professor." he spoke after a moment of careful consideration, doing his best not to startle her. Being rather jumpy himself, he knew what an awful feeling that was. "Supervising the Elves, are you?" he smiled, stepping forward into the room. He kept his body facing the professor even as he slowly sauntered over towards one of the tables to fix himself a snack.
Kay decided she would be less of a bother to the elves by grabbing a snack that was already prepared. Why take the creatures away from their work by asking them where they kept this ingredient and that. The same went for the utensils. Heavens! She didn't know where they were kept! But what delicious treats did they have? Blue eyes moved towards the tables. She could do with a slice of pie or cake.
The woman didn't jump at the gentle greeting but she did look around to see one seventh year Ravenclaw. "Mr. Kenway! Good afternoon.'' She laughed. "I'm not. I don't think they need supervising from any of us since they're so organised. I'm here to get a snack and it seems I have the craving for cake.'' She followed him to the table. "Is butter a carb?'' the professor wondered mildly, spotting a stick of butter in a dish on the table.
Kay decided she would be less of a bother to the elves by grabbing a snack that was already prepared. Why take the creatures away from their work by asking them where they kept this ingredient and that. The same went for the utensils. Heavens! She didn't know where they were kept! But what delicious treats did they have? Blue eyes moved towards the tables. She could do with a slice of pie or cake.
The woman didn't jump at the gentle greeting but she did look around to see one seventh year Ravenclaw. "Mr. Kenway! Good afternoon.'' She laughed. "I'm not. I don't think they need supervising from any of us since they're so organised. I'm here to get a snack and it seems I have the craving for cake.'' She followed him to the table. "Is butter a carb?'' the professor wondered mildly, spotting a stick of butter in a dish on the table.
Garreth smiled, listening to the professor speak. "Well, the Hogwarts elves are way nicer than the one my grandparents had. He was always angry at everyone and everything. Especially me." he shrugged and glanced around at the mass of elves working about the room. He pursed his lips at her question, but shook his head after a moment. "I'm afraid the true nature of butter remains as much a mystery to me as it does to you, professor." his thoughtful expression turned to a sly smirk. He had been in the process of applying very generous amounts of raspberry jam to a slice of toast, but froze the action immediately when the professor mentioned cake.
"Cake?" his eyes widened. "Why didn't I think of that? he looked around the table, trying to spot some sign of the mythical treat the professor was after. Why would he eat toast when there's cake to be had? "What kind of cake?" he asked, a bit too excited by the prospect. He'd come down for a light snack, but now that there was cake involved, a change of plans was in order.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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Garreth smiled, listening to the professor speak. "Well, the Hogwarts elves are way nicer than the one my grandparents had. He was always angry at everyone and everything. Especially me." he shrugged and glanced around at the mass of elves working about the room. He pursed his lips at her question, but shook his head after a moment. "I'm afraid the true nature of butter remains as much a mystery to me as it does to you, professor." his thoughtful expression turned to a sly smirk. He had been in the process of applying very generous amounts of raspberry jam to a slice of toast, but froze the action immediately when the professor mentioned cake.
"Cake?" his eyes widened. "Why didn't I think of that? he looked around the table, trying to spot some sign of the mythical treat the professor was after. Why would he eat toast when there's cake to be had? "What kind of cake?" he asked, a bit too excited by the prospect. He'd come down for a light snack, but now that there was cake involved, a change of plans was in order.
Oh? Garreth's family had a house elf? Then he must have hailed from a wealthy, old family. "Why was it that way?'' she asked curiously, genuinely interested. "You said 'had'. What happened to the elf?'' She grinned now. "Then we shall let it remain a mystery for a little longer. But you can be sure that I'll be researching the answer later on.'' Because as a Ravenclaw, she was always interested in learning something new.
"Cake is always the way to go, Mr Kenway,'' was the reply. "I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy. Cake should make everyone happy,'' Kay added, eyes twinkling. "Any will do for me but I'm particularly fond of sponge cake. And you?''
Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when
Daisy decided that the kitchen would be the perfect place to make her face mask considering the amount of food that would be on hand. She wanted to make something that would suit her unpredictable skin which was sometimes oily, sometimes dry or sometimes a combination of both. Daisy gathered a large mixing bowl, a wooden spoon, two tablespoons, a banana, a small jar of honey and a bottle of orange juice. She also had a small glass jam jar that she had cleaned to store the face mask mixture. Using a quick little spell, Daisy cut the banana in half and placing one half in the bowl. Using the wooden spoon, she mashed the banana. She decided to eat the other half since she was a bit peckish. She then added a tablespoon each of honey and orange juice to the bowl via the tablespoons. Daisy mixed the ingredients together and realised she needed something to scoop the mixture into the jar. Quickly, she found a scoop and placed the face mask in the jar.
Daisy cleaned the utensils and put them along with the honey and juice back where she found them before departing so she could make her towel.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t proud of herself for making decent looking soap. She hadn’t tried it out yet or anything, but she felt that the appearance was a good indicator. Next up of course was the face mask… Would this be harder or easier than the soap? She had made a list of items from a book she had found in the library about “DIY.” Were each for a different recipe or were you supposed to mix a bunch of them? She was apprehensive about placing all this food over her face, and she had only ever used a clay mask before. Seriously? Oatmeal? Lemon? Honey? What was next... buttered toast cures blackheads?!
Silliness aside, she decided that she would choose only a few ingredients and… hope for the best? She had visited the kitchens and was easily able to acquire a mixing bowl, water, oatmeal and some baking soda. Kye wondered if they no longer found these kind of requests surprising… There was an unused table that seemed out of the way enough, and Kye set up her little pile of ingredients there. She followed the scribbled instructions she had written, and with each addition she scrunched her nose again. Yeesh. This definitely wasn’t something she fancied smearing all over her face.
Okay… two teaspoons of oatmeal. Kye went to the utensils area and retrieved a tea spoon. If you say so, recipe! She put the oatmeal in her bowl, and poured the baking soda on the spoon next. She let it spill over just a little bit, since there was still a little oatmeal left on the spoon, and mixed it together a bit. Blech. She started pouring her cup of water aaaanddddd yea. She definitely didn’t need that much! Uhhm. Err. She decided the only thing she could do was add more of the other ingredients to even it back out. That was logical right? Wasteful, but logical. She added another two spoons of oatmeal and another spoon of baking soda. That was better right? Maybe? She hesitantly stirred her concoction, wondering why this felt so different from potions class which was almost the exact same thing. Would it help if she added something magical to the mix? She thought so, but decided against it. The mix became more of a pasty creation and Kye figured it was probably mixed well enough.
She put it in a container to take elsewhere, and offered to clean the items she had used. Sure House Elves were helpful, but surely they’d be grateful for some help sometimes too? She had never owned any, so she didn’t know. She headed back to the common room to put down her container and figure out her towel. Store bought would have been fine for her, but apparently that was out.
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