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Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Wales
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Meinir Ellis Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora "Rory" Archer Hufflepuff Fourth Year | ~Astro HW ~Post 4 Little Fox | ˝ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw...?? *overthinks* | #HouseNATARINA SPOILER!!: One (word) step in the right direction Quote:
Originally Posted by Govoni Now.....for the oven. Gabe would admit to others...if they were in the kitchen with him (WHICH THEY WEREN'T)...that he was apprehensive about messing with this source of heating. Was there a way to incorporate an Incendio! spell...for cooking reasons? Like a Bunsen burner effect...and brick oven pizza....
.........This was JUST an over. It wasn't....that big of a deal. He was a smart person. He would....figure this out.
Wiping some gathered sweat from his forehead, Gabe looked at his notes/recipe...trying to correlate temperatures with buttons and knobs. After several moments of messing and adjusting the contraption...he thought he'd had it sorted...and put the prepared dish into it's fiery depths. Small successes....It counted for...something, right?
.........and there was the sigh. SIGH. Yes, that was right. He wasn't alone.
See, Gabriel didn't want to fight...and further more, he didn't want to be reminded of what Clara had done...or...tried? to do...but clearly, ignoring the redhead wasn't going to work...and...Well, he felt bad for her. What was she here for? Was she also attempting the Astronomy homework?
....................... "What?" Was that ............... a word?
Sure, it wasn’t the nicest word or the nicest tone but it was something. Anything was progress, currently. Now she had to reply, but … she wasn’t really sure what she wanted to say. “Hi.” That was a good start but she needed more than that. Part of her wanted to apologise for, uh, things … but that wasn’t smart. She’d rather just forget about that and she was sure he would too. Moving on. “Are you doing Astronomy homework?” It seemed to her like he was but you could never be too sure. If he was … perhaps she could ask for help. Or something.
Anything was better than her pitiful bags of flour and caster sugar. |
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