"Hey JakeyWakey," Varius responded to his housemate. He was seeing that boy everywhere, and anytime he did he always looked suspicious and up to something... first pinkersnapple... now what could he be up to?

Just at that moment another elf joined Beezley's side. Now, Varius was all for supporting the elves and relieving them of their services if they so desired, but where on Earth had the Headmaster hired these lot! They did everything but do as they were told and Myrtle was not going to be overly impressed if he was a) not as white as a ghost and b) delaying the beginning of their relationship even longer... not that she knew that one was going to exist in the first place.

"Cela didn't want cookies," he tried to explain to the elf, in the sort of voice one would use if you were to talk to a baby or the family dog, "She said it would be like handing over a batch of cookies... because you know... you need flour to make 'em... we just need a bag of flour..."

Hopefully that got through, otherwise Varius' socks were coming off!!!

Argyle runs out of the pantry carrying a two cup measure full of floor. "Argyle heard someone needs flour. The house elves have plenty of floor. Master Botenceau makes sure the kitchen has everything Argyle needs to make cakes, cookies, and pie." Argyle runs right into the boy standing near the pretty blond girl. Argyle spills his cup of flour all over the boy's shoes. "Argyle do bad. Argyle bad elf. Argyle is a sorry elf." Argyle takes out his cloth and tries to wipe the boy's shoes off. Argyle only succeeds at getting flower all over the boys's pants too and the pretty girl's shoes too.

It was just at that point when yet another elf came over, but this time with flour. It took them some practise snogging, ambiguous thoughts and three elves later before they managed to get what they wanted. However, Argyle ended up spilling the flour all over his shoes and on his trousers as well, not to mention Cela.

The newcomer elf began apologising frantically and trying to clean it off, "Oh, no, don't worry about it. Leave it on, I need the flour for this anyway... but you should clean her shoes up," he pointed the elf towards Cela as an afterthought. "When you're done with that, why don't you go get more cups of flour and start pouring it all down me. I want to be covered in it head to toe. Completely white. Can you do that for me Argyle?" he turned to the other two elves, Beazley and Tinka as well as if to say the question was also directed at them.

He would look like a ghost and he would make Myrtle like him.

Helios was never on bad terms with the house elves, unlike the rest of the castle. The kitchens were the one place he felt that he was treated like royalty. He never abused their subservience though. He was a giving prince, and the book nestled within his robes was his latest gift.

But wait...what was going on here?

Honey.....honnnneyyy... Broccoli was in search of honey. He needed some more for a gris gris talisman. He hadn't been able to find jimson weed to make his dandrift problem, so he was trying a different route... And where was the best place to find honey in a castle? The first guess would be a beehive, but Broccoli doubted the castle had beehives, let alone bees.

Therefore, he made his way down to the kitchens. The house elves had to have some honey they could part with. A familiar voice caught his attention. It was the girl from the common room who had some knowledge of voodoo. "What are you," he sad idling up to her. "Doing down here?" he asked wondering if she was in a less crazy/weird mood then she was the last time they met.

"Argyle will clean the pretty ladies shoes and get you more flour. You sure you want Argyle to pour the flour all over you?" Students ask for some crazy thing, but this was the first time Argyle had been asked to pour flour over one of them. Argyle snaps his fingers. The pretty girl's shoes sparkle. They are so clean. Then Argyle runs back to the Pantry. Argyle comes back with more flour. Argyle levitates the cup over the crazy boy's head and lets the flour fall where it may.

Argyle then sees a new boy who now has flour all over him. "What you need? Do you want flour poured over you too?"

As Varius and Cela waited for Argyle to go get more flour, a Ravenclaw boy entered the kitchen. He had never met this character, so chose to ignore him until he began talking to Cela. So, being the polite person Varius is (of course ), he reached out for the boys head and gave it a good rub. He never quite knew why he had this urge to greet people in this way, it was just instinct. "Hey there," Varius said, taking the reins of the conversation and answering before Cela even had a chance, "I'm Varius, I don't believe we've met."

Varius watched as the little elf scurried about after them. He felt kind of guilty and wished he had just asked where the flour was and he could have fetched it himself. Not long after he had travelled down his guilt trip, Argyle returned with the flour and poured it over his head as per Varius' instruction. "Thank you so much Argyle, you have been a star!" he rubbed the elf's head in thanks before turning to Cela.

"Okay Cela, try and rub all of this over me. I don't want a bit of colour left! I want to be white as Merlin's beard on his 100th birthday."

Argyle had moved over to the Ravenclaw boy and asked if he wanted flour flung over him too. Varius listened intently. It was a perfectly reasonable question and he had to know whether or not he could be facing competition!

"Friends? Oh, missus, Beezley does thank you. Beezley does thank you very, very much," she said, blinking her large, bug eyes and then curseying low to the floor. Young mistress began talking to Master then, so Beezley knew it was her cue to back far, far away and them talk matters that Beezley was not meant to talk about...or hear. House elves just didn't engage in such conversations with their mistresses and masters.

Blinking her large, bug eyes once again, Beezley nodded to her mistress. Beezley loved Mistress very, very much and would serve her honorably every chance she got. "Yes, mistress...yes," the little house elf said, coming out of her hiding a little. Just then, another young mistress came in and called for Mistress and Master to leave with her, but Beezley heard what was said before they left. The dungeons were flooding!!! Oh, no, no, nooo! The dungeons were close to the kitchens! But what would come of the studentsies and professors in the dungeons at this very moment?!?!

With frightful eyes, Beezley nodded to her master, ensuring him she would do as he said. "Beezley wishes for master and mistress to be careful, sir," she said, watching him as he walked out of sight. Ohh, poor master and mistress.

With Master and Mistress gone, Beezley walked back over to the young ones who were asking about flour. Sure, she'd been told to keep them out of trouble, but were they not Beezley's master and mistress, too? Beezley had a duty to serve all, and serve she would do! She darted off to the kitchens, coming back moments later with a large bag of flour. "Beezley serve young master and mistress. Young master and mistress are up to no good, but Beezley will serve them and clean any mess they make," she said, curtseying to each.

"Flour over - what no? Why are you what?" Broccoli stepped back only to have another boy who was standing next to Cela rub him.

"I'm Broccoli..." Pause. Blink. Wonder if he should rub the Varius back. Decides its too weird. "What are you two doing?"

The elf was looking at him wondering what he wanted. He almost bounced with anticipation. "No, I just needed some honey for a - ah..." he paused again. Last time he had said the word 'potion' people freaked out about him brewing a potion in the dormatories when he really wasn't brewing but rather simply mixing a few things together.

Which reminded him. He still needed... "And some Jimson weed. But I don't figure you have that in here, since it's not exactly edible."

Argyle looks at the new boy who says he's a vegetable. Argyle doesn't think he looks like broccoli at all. The boy must want broccoli too. "Argyle has broccoli and honey, but no Jimson weed. Elves don't cook with Jimson weed. I can get the broccoli and honey if you like?" Argyle then looks at the boy with flour all over him. "Do you need more flour?"

Tinka holds onto the gigantic pot of cookies as Argyle covers the studentsie with flour, thinking that something is very, very wrong. If they wanted flour, why did the boy want to be covered in it if it was to bake cookies? She blinks once, twice. Very, very wrong. And she knows someone who would agree with her.

She shakes her head. "Algamusies is not being happy," She squeaks as if in a mutter to herself as she walks away, back to the place where she had been baking a yummy chocolate cake.

"Broccoli?" Varius' ears perked at the sound of his name, "You're called Broccoli?" At last! He had found someone with just as an unusual name as Varius Numerus Tipps! How delightful. "Well pleased to meet you Cauliflower."

He continued to pat the flour into his clothing when he overheard Cauliflower needed honey, "Oh are you going to use the honey to help reduce the bags under your eyes? It's very handy for that." Nothing like being blunt, Varius... or getting the boys name wrong within five minutes of him telling you what it is.

"Hmm," Varius pondered as he patted the last of the flour into his face. He was definitely covered in it and very much white. "I think that ought to do it," he reached his hand out to the Elf and rubbed his head in thanks, "You have been a star.

"Right, I must be off, got things to do," he informed Cela and Cauliflower, "That... involve being covered in flour..." and with that he left the kitchens looking as white as a ghost... Myrtle was going to love this!

Looking round at the house elves as Varius left the kitchen looking all white and covered in flower... like he was... Jake thought for a moment. He... needed sugar... like now...

Hmmmmm...

"Do you guys have a bag of sugar I could have, please?" he asked the house elves in general, his mind whirring to think up lies he could use as reasons.

Herminny was walking down the kitchen corridor on her way back from the lake whenshe saw the pink haired kid who had turned the Herbology teachers cat pink go into the kitchen. She quickly followed him sensing there could be trouble completely forgeting it was against the rules for the students to to be in the kitchen. She heard the boy ask for a bag of sugar form one of the house elves and knew that would only get him sick. She turned to the the boy and tapped him on the shoulder and said, "A whole bag of sugar, that will only get you sick. Look, I have some chocolate frogs and I'll give you some if you leave the kitchens and you're crazy fixation with getting the bag of sugar behind with it".

"ACK!" Jake yelled as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "Give me a heart attack, why dontcha? What are you doing down here? I thought Gryffindors were up top," he commented, referring, of course, to the top floors of the castle.

But... ahhhh, there it was. She wanted to stop him getting sugar. "Excuse me," he interjected, a knowing look on his face. "I can get sweets any time I want... I need to get this sugar... for someone else," he added. "Nurse Avalon was saying something about me having sugar."

Something about... it not being allowed?

"I'm sure she didn't mean a full bag of pure sugar. She meant some where alond the lines of juice or candy if anything. Look, I just don't want to see you get sick consuming pure sugar. I have candy I am willing to give you that has plenty of sugar in it if you leave the kitchens now". Herminny then pulled out 5 chocolate frog cards to prove to him she was not lying.

"Aaaaaaaaand how would you know what she meant?" Jake asked the girl, raising one eyebrow and crossing his arms as he looked at her. Geeeeez, talk about interfering. "I already told you... I can get candy... as much as I want... but I don't want it... I want sugar..."

He stared disdainfully at the girl for a moment, before turning away. "I'm a Hufflepuff... we belong down on the level, if anyone should leave, it's you."

Walked past the corridor, Alice halted just in front of the kitchen door. Bad she missed the food time. She was hungry and all. She heard of some sneaky ways to get the food straight from the kitchen itself. But she didnt dare to do it. Poor she.

She leaned against the wall, tired of starving. How about knock the door and ask some food from the elfs. Seems a good idea. She started bit on her nails nervously. Dont miss the food time anymore Alice.

Mmmm, he was hungry. Not that he hadn't eaten this morning or anything - Fyo was just starting to get one of those HUGE appetites, the kind his mum firmly believed boys got when they were starting to shoot up. Height-wise, that is.

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Walked past the corridor, Alice halted just in front of the kitchen door. Bad she missed the food time. She was hungry and all. She heard of some sneaky ways to get the food straight from the kitchen itself. But she didnt dare to do it. Poor she.

She leaned against the wall, tired of starving. How about knock the door and ask some food from the elfs. Seems a good idea. She started bit on her nails nervously. Dont miss the food time anymore Alice.

Waitt, waiittt, waiit - Was that like, Butterfly? How on earth did she have the SUPER!power to appear wherever he went? Or maybe she just materialized out of thin air whenever the back of his mind start nudging him about her? [But wasn't all of his mind always nudging him about her?]

"I spy a Butterfly," he said out loud, his eyes twinkling as he looked her way, and something like a grin creeping up his face. "Do you spy one too, by any chance, Miss Lissy?"

Alice's heart started fluttering at the familir footsteps. His footsteps. She knew those strong yet quick footsteps. It must be his. Was she insane? what if she was wrong? No way, It must be him. She turned to her side to check out her inner instinct.

She was right. Morethan two hundred percent. Her Candy Factory. Mine!!

Ignored her bothering ankle, and rumbling stomach she ran towards him, "Prince Fyo!" she said happily, "Hungry..eh?" she smirked and paused for a moment, "Yeah I spy on someone Royal and rich." her beautiful eyes looking at his dreamy eyes.

Fyo smiled slightly. "Yes, I'm hungry, Butterfly," he said, looking around. Weren't there supposed to be, like, house-elves here? That were, like, all ready to FEED!FEED!FEED! you?

Aha! There was one, now. And another. Fyo looked back at Lissy. "I don't know about royal and rich, but I definitely know I can smell a lot of awesome aromas," he told her, brushing messy hair off his forehead. "Kinda reminds me of Honeydukes."

Only, this was more.. wholesome. Honeydukes had a rich, creamy sort of scent, and the kitchens here smelled.. sorta healthier, if you get what I mean.

By the face she could realize how hungry would be. Followed his gaze, she stared the kitchen door, waiting for the busy elfs to come and give them some food before they die of hunger. Hmm.

"Dont eat me. I'm a poor tiny butterfly," she said playfully to ignore her own hunger. How about to knock the door? Ah..do it..girl.

"Yes I do Fyo. It's temptating, you know." she said, took few steps forward to the door and knocked it twice. Knock Knock! Waiting there patiently she focussed on his messy hair. cool hairdo you have boy.

Why was she knocking? Silly Butterfly. Fyo raised an eyebrow, and pulled her inside.

"You seem to be starving, Miss Poor-Tiny-Butterfly," he said, scanning their surroundings with his wide, often dreamy eyes. He was hungry, yes, but not.. You know. Starving. "Didn't you have anything to eat in the morning?"

And tempting was right. Fyo liked these kinda scents. They reminded him of.. home. Which, despite his attachment to Hogwarts, was the place he loved most.

Hey, what was he doing? Getting inside without the permission?! Ohhhh!! What if they caught by someone?! Alice blinked twice but followed him. She could do and accept anything as long as she was with him. The almighty Prince Fyo.

When he asked about it, she nodded and then shook her head. "Yes. I missed the morning food. I slept a long..you know.." she pouted, rubbed on her stomach. She felt weak without proper food right from the morning and it was almost afternoon. She sighed and leant on him, "Do you have any sweets Fyo?" she asked, not wanting to faint. She needed some sugar to keep her energy in check untill they get some food.

OK, this was.. not right. Was she - - worried? Fyo was getting a little confused, here. And sweets. Of course he had those. He always did, you know.

Fumble. Fumble. Fumble. How could things actually get lost in this robe-front-pocket thing of his? Fyo fumbled a little more, finally managing to get his hands on a Coconut Ice, and handing it to Lissy.

"Know what I think, Butterfly?" he said, looking at her as she leaned against him. My, she looked.. really weak. "I think you should eat that, and we can go somewhere more peaceful."

Somewhere with lots of trees, preferrably.