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hermionesclone · 09-10-2021, 06:05 PM

SPOILER!!: Ashhhh!

Sammy was entirely too focused on the parchment, which was only to his detriment. But there was a recipe to perfect! And he couldn't afford to go halfway, not ever and not with this recipe. Maybe that was why more decimal points were starting to appear on the par-

"AARGH!"

The fourth year jumped, almost as if he'd been jolted out of his headspace and into, you know, ~the real world~. It took him a moment of a lot of blinking, both to gather his surroundings and shift his focus. "Sweet Merlin," he sighed. Smile through any embarrassment, Samuel, just like your parents. "I didn't even know you were here. How long have you been standing there?" He almost didn't remember what he was mumbling all that time but if it was something embarrassing........

........ well.

"Uh, not technically. But if you could bake in here, that would be really cool, right?" Cue a dimpled grin and trying to hide any thoughts about how messy the place would be. "Amabel and I," As casual as he was trying to make it sound, there was no denying the rise of pink in his cheeks. "came up with a new flavour so I'm trying to perfect the recipe."

"What about you? Are you here to make one of your masterpieces?"

09-10-2021, 06:05 PM	#8 (permalink)
hermionesclone Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,852 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Graduated x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse SPOILER!!: Ashhhh! Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat The art room was also Ash’s second or third favorite place, up there with the treehouse and the Weasley swamp... and the music room... and the ‘tech’ lounge... and the common room... and the lake... and the kitchens... you know what, she liked a lot of places. Including the art room. She liked the art room because there was art. Duh. Right now, she was taking a break from her more complicated(read: depressing) artwork to just paint a watercolor ocean shore. Which was not complicated, although she could talk about the symbolism of the ocean all day long if you really wanted to hear about it. She headed to the art room to get started, but instead of an empty room, there was... Sammy. Sammy Summers. She briefly considered leaving. She had mixed feelings about him. He was really nice and fun to be around, and he might be dating(???) her dormmate, but still. He was best friends with popular people who really didn’t like her. Namely, Cambridge and Kinsay. Mostly Cambridge. And despite his insistence that he really did like her, she didn’t entirely believe him. If he was her friend, then how come he acted like Mamie... but whatever. Ash was in the mood to have FUN. If Sammy was secretly trying to betray her, then her life was a lie and she would please like to maintain the lie. Thank you. She walked up behind him and hesitantly looked over his shoulder. “Baking stuff?” It was kinda hard to tell with how messy the parchment was, but Ash could read it. That didn’t mean she UNDERSTOOD it. She wasn’t a very good baker, no matter how many times she watched Quinn bake. As long as it was exact measurements, she was fine... but substitutions? Measurements like ‘a pinch’? Nope. The extent of her baking skills was ‘I make cakes sometimes with lots of help.’ So... yeah. Sammy was entirely too focused on the parchment, which was only to his detriment. But there was a recipe to perfect! And he couldn't afford to go halfway, not ever and not with this recipe. Maybe that was why more decimal points were starting to appear on the par- "AARGH!" The fourth year jumped, almost as if he'd been jolted out of his headspace and into, you know, ~the real world~. It took him a moment of a lot of blinking, both to gather his surroundings and shift his focus. "Sweet Merlin," he sighed. Smile through any embarrassment, Samuel, just like your parents. "I didn't even know you were here. How long have you been standing there?" He almost didn't remember what he was mumbling all that time but if it was something embarrassing........ ........ well. *"Uh, not technically. But if you could bake in here, that would be really cool, right?"* Cue a dimpled grin and trying to hide any thoughts about how messy the place would be. "Amabel and I," As casual as he was trying to make it sound, there was no denying the rise of pink in his cheeks. "came up with a new flavour so I'm trying to perfect the recipe." "What about you? Are you here to make one of your masterpieces?" __________________