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Amadeus Kipling strode into the kitchens, keeping a hand back to hold the oversized portrait of fruit that served as a door open for his friend, Braeden Stonem. They had just come inside after a particularly interesting time ice skating at the lake and Amadeus was still shaking a few flakes of ice and snow from his hair. After making sure that the Gryffindor had made it inside without tripping over the threshold, he released his hold on the door and looked about. There were a few students sprinkled here and there. He grimaced; it could have been worse, Amadeus supposed. Stripping off his leather gloves and stuffing them into the back pocket of his trousers, he promptly clapped his hands together.
Before you could say "food," three house elves had scurried up to the duo, bowing reverently before one of them piped up and asked what they could do for the kind sirs. "A table for two in the back. The dinnertime special." Nodding curtly, the Ravenclaw indicated that his request was complete. Two of the three creatures ran off into the hustle and bustle of cooking in the center of the kitchens while one remained, asking if the handsome sirs would be so kind to follow him to the back of the kitchens. Amadeus wordlessly gestured for Brae to follow him as they accompanied the elf to the back. They came upon quite a sight.
In a rounded corner of the kitchens was a small, circular table made of what seemed to be old oak. There were two seats on either side of it and in the center sat a single candle, already burning and flickering in the dim light. On the wall there appeared to be a window that looked out over the lake as the moonlight glimmered on it's waters. "Don't mind that," Amadeus muttered to Braeden as he took his seat, the house elf making sure that everything was in its place. "Simply one of those magical windows, like they have at the Ministry." After taking a quick glance at their surroundings, Amadeus gave a final nod to the elf, who scurried off in his rags toward the center of the kitchens.
Grabbing the clean linen napkin in front of him, Amadeus unfolded it and placed it on his lap. "What do you think?" He looked up at Brae over the single lit candle.
Braeden thanked his older friend as he walked into the kitchen through the portrait hole Deus kept open for him. The kitchen looked the same it usually did to the Gryffindor boy, with a few students scattered here and there and a generous amount of house-elves fulfilling their every need. The Gryffindor boy wasn't really expecting anything unusual or out of the ordinary as they first walked inside; he imagined they would just take their seats at one of the small tables scattered around and sip on fresh, warm butterbeer.
However, it seemed they were getting VIP treatment that night. As the little house-elves basically came running to them to lead them to their very own private table in a special corner of the kitchen, Braeden couldn't help but smile, his brown eyes narrowing at Deus. Of
course! How naive of him to think he'd just be treated like another regular student when Amadeus Kipling was around. Everything had to be fancy shmancy with his best mate.
Braeden, who was most definitely not the epitome of manners and class like Deus was, plopped down onto his seat and flashed one of the little house-elves a lopsided grin before it disappeared in the distance. The boy pulled off his gloves and merely threw them onto the table. Oh yes, he was all manners and class and all that jazz. He looked out the enchanted window for a moment before Deus asked what he thought of their little romantic date. "I think you pamper me too much, Deusy," replied Braeden with mock girlish tones, batting his eyelashes for a moment before leaning back on his seat and laughing lightly. "I don't think I'll ever adjust to your fancy lifestyle," he added with an amused smile, shaking his head slightly.