Destiny shook her head at Patroclus' offer of her helping him. She really didn't want to make brownies, since she didn't even like them things! Plus, she had already picked out a recipe she was going to use, and it was MUCH better than
browines.
"No thanks, I have my recipe riiiiiight here!" she said lifting her book up so he could see.
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Marcus chewed on the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing at Destiny's comment. "I see" he finally said and then looked between the three girls and the Gryffindor for a moment. "Well if anyone gets sick because of the germs from your dirty hands. Then I give those infected permission to punish you anyway they see fit."
He rolled his eyes when she held up the spoon. "Correct" he drawled as he turned to look at Evelyn.
If someone
were to get sick, that person would be Destiny and Destiny alone. She didn't remember mentioning anything about sharing the things she was going to make! Humph. If other people got sick it would be their own fault for STEALING her food.
Jeeeez! Enough with the threats already! This was definitely the second time he had threatened Destiny with having students ATTACK her. The first time was in the class last term when they learned how to play football!
"Fine." she scoffed and pushed her stool out, making sure the stool made that extra loud screeching noise as she did so.
"I'll go wash my hands." She stalked her way over to the sinks, never taking her eyes off Lawson, and threw her hands in the water.
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aussiegirl "Alrighty first off I am going to show you how to slice and dice. Daniel, will be around in a moment with some carrots and celery for you to practice on. While he is doing that, I shall go through the different kitchen knives."
Marcus stood behind his workstation and laid out all the knives onto his table. "This is your typical
kitchen knife set. They each have a different use. Does anyone know what each knife is used for?"
Thirty seconds. That's how long she washed her hands for. She knew because she counted each and every agonizing second she glared at the Professor. She dried her hands on a towel and made it back to her seat just in time to hear the question asked.
"Well, obviously, the littlest one is for people too 'immature' to use the really big one."
Like herself, perhaps.