11-02-2014, 06:21 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Meinir Ellis Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora "Rory" Archer Hufflepuff Fourth Year | ~Astro HW ~Post 5 Little Fox | ½ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw...?? *overthinks* | #HouseNATARINA SPOILER!!: tsk, tsk, forgetting your watch Quote:
Originally Posted by Govoni ................. "Obviously." Hmph. Would Gabriel have been in the kitchen, attempting to make food, if it weren't for homework reasons? No.....was the correct answer. No, he would not have.
Of course, Clara probably didn't know that...and well, her question could have been logical in the event that she knew nothing about him...but that wasn't necessarily true in this case. Clara liked to push him. She was probably pushing him right now. Well...UNFORTUNATELY FOR HER, he was already dealing with this baking business. No patience could be spared at the moment.
......and what was he supposed to be doing to the oven now....? Glancing his notebook, there was meant to be a decrease in heat?....and Gabe was back to fumbling with the stupid knobs, trying to find a medium?...Uh... 40 minutes. He went to check his wrist for a watch.....but found his wrist bare. Riiiiight, he didn't...heh, have a watch. That was awkward.........How...was he meant to check time, again? Did the kitchen have one of those...food timers with the alarm?......... SIGH! "....................What time is it?" Gabe's tone was low and more awkward to his own ears than hers, probably. He was FAILING to ignore her...and that annoyed him more than anything else for some reason. One thing Clara certainly hadn’t missed about Gabe was his sarcasm. Okay, maybe that wasn’t completely true. She’d missed it just a little. No … not even a little. She frowned slightly, turning away from him and getting to her feet. “It’s not really that obvious,” she muttered before going in search of more ingredients. No point in doing something complicated. Perhaps she could find some eggs or something and make … an omelette.
That sounded like a plan to her. A very thought out plan.
Clara went from cupboard to cupboard, shelf to shelf, searching for eggs and was about to give up when she spotted some on a shelf above her. Perfect.
She was about to pull them down when she heard Gabe speak again. Not just one word this time; he spoke a whole sentence. Definite progress. Not that she cared about that at all. But he wanted the time. “Oh, uh.” … She glanced down at her watch, surprised that she’d even remembered to put it on that morning. “11 minutes past 1.” The redhead then turned back to her previous task and carefully lifted the carton of eggs down from the shelf before turning to take a look at what Gabe was doing.
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