Emma Malfoy, known as Emms, Em, Fair Maiden of Slytherin, or hey you walked into the Kitchen. She scanned the room. Gosh, it was busy in here. Emma saw a familiar face starting to make some cupcakes. "Is that Katie?" she asked, with a grin. AND IT WAS!! "How are you?" she asked.

Caroline nodded. She watched him eat. boys, really loves food don't they. She told Braeden that: "Actually I woke up just a little bit ago, I was so hungry, when I did. so I came down here, I wanted a pizza." She laughed. She smiled at him"why did you miss lunch and Dinner? She asked curiously. As a house elf bought her a very huge, very Chessey Pizza "Wow this pizza is huge want to share it?" She asked Braeden as she took a slice and pushed the pizza over to him. There was no way that she would or could ever finish this pizza.

Braeden raised his eyebrows at Caroline as she shared that she wanted pizza - something which sounded quite nice at the moment - before she went on to ask why he missed lunch and dinner. "Well… I woke up late this morning, but that didn't stop me from having breakfast… which made me even more late; so as punishment the professor had me staying after class was over, so I missed lunch. By the time my last class was over and I could finally go have dinner, I was too tired and fell asleep in the common room," explained Braeden absentmindedly, obviously not all that bothered by these events now that he finally had food in his stomach. "And now… here I am." He grinned like the doof he was before an elf suddenly appeared out of nowhere bringing the world's largest pizza with him. Well, maybe it wasn't literally the world's largest pizza… but it was pretty large. And Caroline was offering to share it with him. Braeden's brown eyes got sparkly at the sound of her words - pizzaaa? With hiiim? Really?!

"You're the best," declared the hungry boy with one of his lopsided grins before taking a slice of pizza that the elves had so carefully cut out in equal pieces for the students to enjoy. Merlin. It had been far too long since he'd last had pizza... The boy was so happy that he didn't even notice the mess of pizza sauce forming around his mouth. It was like watching a four-year-old eat.

Caroline nodded, this year skipping at least once or twice a week, now. Between class, homework and actually trying to get sleep and trying to be a nornal teenage witch there was not enough hours in a day. She watched as Braeden took a slice. She eat hers. Geez the pizza was so good. And there was still so much left. She was glad that he was there to help her eat it. She grinned as he was noming on his slice. She help but to laugh out loud when she saw his face covered in pizza "Your getting sauce all your over your face. She laughed. She took a napkin handed it to him"nice sauce mustache, you have there" She smiled at him. She noticed that him missed a spot. "Oh you missed a spot" she grabbed a napkin and wiped it. She smiled at him and blushed then turn her head away and pressed her lips together.

Braeden only stopped stuffing his face when Caroline informed him that he was getting sauce all over it. A bit puzzled, the boy put his pizza slice (this was the third) down and turned to the girl at his side with lost brown eyes, almost looking like a little boy who had no idea what he had done wrong. As Caroline passed him a napkin, Braeden accepted it with a smile and began to wipe the sauce off his face, laughing lightly as she complimented him on his sauce mustache. "Merlin... I really need to do something about this. At this rate I'm gonna have to start eating with a napkin 'round my neck..." he muttered absentmindedly.

The boy thought he was officially sauce-free when Caroline suddenly mentioned he'd missed a spot. Oh. Gah, this wasn't embarrassing at all! With a sheepish smile, the boy was just about to wipe it off when Caroline went ahead and did it for him, leaving his face spotless. Braeden smiled at the girl as she did so, and his smile only widened as she turned her head away rather shyly. "Thank you," said the boy, slightly amused by his friend's new behaviour. "It's good to know I can always count on my own personal babysitter to help me out when I'm too hopeless to even clean myself," he added with a lopsided grin.

Caroline at at the saucey face that was beside her. Lord this boy was goofy. At least this huge pizza was coming disspearing. She had two slices and she pretty much lost count of his slices. She laughed when he wiped his face, simply for the reason that he was laughing too. She snorted over the napkin around his neck comment. She threw her hand over her mouth. She turned redder than she ever had. that was attractive.

She turned her head back after she got over her moment of shyness. Gosh what was wrong with her, she had started acting and feeling weird since she met Brae that day in the courtyard. She threw the napkin that she used to wiped his face at him. "Glad to be your personal babysitter She laughed and caught his eye. "you can have the last slice, if you promise to to make a mess" she teased, playing the babysitter part. She was temped to pinch his cheeks. but didn't.

Braeden raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched his Slytherin friend go red from laughing so much; for a second there he thought she might've been choking (oh no, not another visit to the Hospital Wing!), but luckily she soon regained her composure and the boy was able to sigh in relief.

And then Caroline was offering him the last slice of pizza, an offer which got Braeden's brown eyes to grow wide and sparkly, like a little boy entering Honeydukes for the first time. "You'd do that for meee?" he asked, watching her incredulously for a moment, a grin spreading across his face before his expression suddenly returned to normal and he shook his head. "No. I can't do that; it's your pizza, you should have the last slice," he said, pushing the box over to Caroline's side of the table.

Caroline was so full, She was sure that she would never have to eat again. She made sure the she left room for desert. She gave Braeden a stern look, like take it or else. She was just kidding of course. Take it." she pushed the box back over to him again. "I'm saving room for my sweet tooth" She said with a grin.

Braeden seemed to shrink in his seat as Caroline gave him a stern look (clearly, he hadn't realized she was only being playful). Like a good little boy, he took the last slice of pizza and finished it off in around fifteen seconds, successfully making a mess of his face as he always did. But, eep, stern Caroline was scary and he didn't want to give her a reason to throw another book at him.

As the girl then shared she was saving room for her 'sweet tooth', the boy smiled with amusement. "Really? I don't think I could handle anything more now," he said, making a bit of a face. But after all those sweets and that bread and those sandwiches and now this pizza... well, it was a miracle Braeden wasn't walking around looking pregnant. "What're you having for dessert, then?"

Caroline laughed as Braeden seemed a bit imtimindated about her joking. He was a very different Gryffindor, not too brave she thought. The Blonde watched her lion friend gobble down the last slice of what wasa the biggest pizza that she'd ever seen. He had managed to make a mess again. She quickly handed him another napkin, laughing at him as she did.

She honestly had no idea what sweet say best, ice cream, pumpkin pie, or cheesecake. She really wanted all three but there was no way she'd eat all that. She thought "I have no idea" she shrugged. "I want ice cream, pumpkin pie and cheesecake" Then she had it. She hopped up out of her chair making it turn over, and ran over to the closest elf. She came back in five minutes with a big bowl of ice cream.

At last, Raven make it, he sneak in at the Kitchen, trying to find some yummy belly fillers, "hello, there, is there an elf named twinkle" Raven say loudly. IF anyone replied I'll say hello and chat

Fee just shook her head.Girls were not weird at allmbut it could easily seem as if they were.Especially to boys."Weell boys have weird minds too",she winked.Lets just say boys and girls were weird their own way.When Elliot mentioned finding her king,the Slytherin blushed madly and looked a little on the ground."Well actually i did",she nodded,"his name is Hugo."Why did everyone see that she had a boyfriend again? Was it written on her forehead?!Hehe.But then again it wasnt bad that everyone could see how happy she was.

Rolling her eyes at her friend the blonde chuckled.Why couldnt he just believe her?It was cute and girls would melt."Dont laugh at me",she chuckled," i am a girl i need to know."Of course she did,her mind worked like other girls'.Hehe."Wooah wasnt that horrible all alone all the time?",the girl asked. For her there had been nothing worse than being alone.Wiggling her eyebrows when he said he liked her idea the blonde chuckled,That was a good Slytherin boy."We should try if that mix matches soon",the second year winked.That would be soooo fun.

Dallin looked quickly around the kitchen, then looked back at Ellie and shrugged. "Uh, I dunno. Is there a fridge somewhere in here?" He would ask the house elves, but he didn't want to annoy them or something.

He grinned when Ellie laughed, but the grin instantly faded to a depressed look. "Oh. Right." Couldn't they like, magick the frosting on it? Sigh. "Ohh, what kind of frosting do you want, though? It's a chocolate cake, I think."

Ellie rolled her eyes, smiling. And she asked an elf herself to get them Butterbeers. Whether he wanted one or not. Some things you just had to do yourself, apparently. Heh.

Awwwww!

"You pick. It's your actual birthday, after all." Totally. And she had no preference.

He was late, and he didn't like it. He had been reading, and reading in Portuguese, which was rare, these days. He enjoyed it- not having to reach for the words. But that was no excuse. Eiri expected him. It was lucky that his common room was closest to the kitchen. He took the stairs three at a time, scaring a few second years. He got to the top quickly, and wrapped his hair into a rubber band he had previously worn around his wrist. He hadn't cut his hair for a while, and it was now long enough to tie into a substantial but low ponytail. He looked at the pear, then drew his fingers across it, and entered.

Eiri was there, looking quite domestic with her back turned. She was cooking. He sniffed the air instinctively, but it didn't smell dangerous... it smelled more like home. He smiled, and walked up to her, sitting on the counter just next to her workspace. He tugged a lock of her hair affectionately and arched one eyebrow at her. "Cooking?" Bravo, querida. I'm suitably impressed."

First it was a defensive scowl that played across Eirian's lips as her hair was tugged; she hadn't heard Thiago approach, and the scent of her cooking overpowered his usual, musky scent. Not recognizing the hand as him, she turned to slap it away from her hair. Then, as he praised her, she sighed in relief and closed the pale blue eyes she had been straining too much recently. Eiri was slightly ashamed that she hadn't recognized it as him. But then again, she was just glad that he had found her before anyone else could. If Jayce or Cass or any of her female friends had found her, Eirian would have felt terrible turning them away. All of her friends had been there so much for her over the past months... There wasn't one mean thing she could say to any of them.

Well, besides Jay. Honestly, she could always say mean things to him. Probably because he was so rude to Thi...

"Thank you," she murmured. "I meant to impress you..." Leaving the cooking for the moment - it wouldn't burn in these few seconds, would it? - Eirian turned and placed a gentle, saddened kiss on Thiago's lips. "We have not seen each other as much as I would have hoped. Do you know what is in seventeen days, amor?" She knew he would. Eiri would be seventeen in seventeen days. Oh, magic numbers... She could have everything then. Her inheritance, the manor... A husband...

Thiago laughed as her hand came up to slap his. "It's alright. I'm very impressed." His eyes immediately slid shut when she kissed him, but it wasn't the same as she normally was. She seemed sad. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. They were sad, too. His eyes took on their own, determined set, and he kissed her again, gently, but poured all the joy he could muster into the action, as if doing so would give it all to her. Drawing again away from her lips, he settled her into his frame. He chuckled when she asked the question. Of course he knew. But he looked down on her with eyes that feigned seriousness and worry.

"No... something's happening in seventeen days?" That's... the thirteenth, yes? Hm.. the thirteenth..." he mused.

Eirian mmmm'ed into Thiago's second kiss, smiling into his lips just the tiniest bit. As he pondered, though, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her pan. "You are despicable," she said, rolling her shoulder back so they pushed him back softly. "Do you at least know the day after that, you bully?" Eiri laughed, deciding her food was done. She emptied the contents of the pan onto two plates and nodded to one. "That is yours... If you are lucky, it will not kill you."

She turned to put the pan into the sink, where it began to wash itself. Nice touch, house elves... Nice touch. "What I meant to tell you eons ago is that my grandmother died," Eirian said, as if it didn't matter. "And that I had to use my last of all options to obtain a legal guardian once more so I could stay where you would find me. But... It does not as much matter now that I am getting my manor, my money, and my husband." Was that too forward? Probably.

"Thanks," muttered Braeden with a goofy smile as he took the napkin Caroline offered him, using it to wipe his face pizza-sauce-free. The boy's dark eyebrows then rose as she gave him a short list of all the things she wanted at that moment. Well, now, who knew such a tiny girl could have such an appetite?

And before he could say anything, she had disappeared.

Braeden watched her go with a puzzled expression on his face and his brown eyes widened as she returned only a few minutes later with a huge bowl of ice cream. "Did you end up going for the regular ice cream, or did you get pumpkin pie and cheesecake flavoured ice cream?" asked the boy, raising an eyebrow at his friend, his lips curved into an amused smile.

"Dia dos Namorados for you English people." At home, that day was some time in June. "What do you call it?" he asked, curiously. He translated it the Portuguese title for it in his head. Day of lovers seemed a little scandalous for the English. "How appropriate that it is the day after your birthday. Everyone falls in love with you as it is." He wondered if a note of bitterness had colored his voice, then decided he'd imagined it. Whatever bitterness he held was not allowed to be evident to Eiri. He twisted his fork into the food, and raised it to his mouth. It was decent. Very good, even. She would never be Iron Chef, but she had mastered the recipe well.

He felt his chewing stop as she told him the bad news. He forced himself to start back up about it. She'd mentioned it flippantly, which meant to leave it alone. "I'm sorry." he said simply, but with conviction that those words rarely get.

And then his eyebrows shot up. "You're getting married? Hm. I'll be honest, I pity the poor sap. He'll probably follow you where ever you go." His joke was totally marred, however, by the joy on his face. He couldn't contain it. She was ready to marry him. He beamed at her.

When Caroline came back she had a huge grin on her face when he asked her what flavor of ice cream she got. She dug into it and shallowed. "Pumpkin cheesecake." She said simply but excited. She took a few more bites. The house elves had really out done themselves tonight, a huge pizza and an awesome flavor of ice cream. She was totally skipping dinner from now on.

She looked over at Braeden who seems quieter than usual since her arrival with the ice cream. She grinned at him and asked "Want a bite?" She held up her bowl to him. She raised both eyebrows as she offered.

Braeden chuckled softly as Caroline shared with him what flavour she'd gotten, quietly watching her eat before realizing that was rude and tearing his gaze away to watch the house elves work instead. He was beginning to get drowsy; a full stomach always left the boy wanting nothing more than to plop down onto his bed and sleep the rest of the night and the following morning away.

The Gryffindor boy was distracted from his half-asleep dreams, though, as Caroline offered some of her ice cream to him. He flashed her one of his goofy grins before shaking his head slightly. "Not this time, Caroline; you're on your own now," he said with a soft chuckle. "Thanks, though." He was just simply wayyy too full to have one more bite of anything right now.

But man, was he sleepy. It had come out of nowhere, the sudden tiredness; well, maybe it was because he'd been up since early that morning and it was past curfew hours now. He'd had a busy day today and deserved some rest.
And so, without warning, the boy's head merely fell to the table (landing with a loud thud as his forehead hit the table surface) and just two seconds later, he was snoring away.

Caroline was enjoying her ice cream, it would be ashame not to share it. When he said that this was something that she was on her own with. She smiled and Shugged and nodded. Oh well, she did ask him so it was all hers no sharing. She started nomming on her ice cream again. yummy. She was enjoying her ice cream so much

That she got lost in her thoughts of the flavor of the pumpkin and cheesecake. It as if she was the one there until a thud made her jump and squeal. She turned and saw Braeden asleep. But her squeal didn't wake him. oh no what if he hit his head, no not another hospital wing visit. "Brae" she shook him she really didnt want to wake him, but she was worried they have had a bad track record of hitting their heads. Crazy things happen when they bump their heads and they're together.

Braeden was a heavy sleeper, and if hitting his head on the table wasn't enough to get him back to his senses, Caroline's soft voice and gentle gestures would never wake him up. He was only very vaguely aware of her voice somewhere in the background of his dreams, and he turned his head so he was no longer resting on his forehead but rather on the side of his face instead. "Later, Mum..." he muttered, his brows furrowing in his sleep. But he was in the middle of a good dream, he didn't want to be interrupted by his mum! Who was actually Caroline, but in his sleepiness he didn't realize that.

"Braeden" she said louder and shook harder. She quickly gave up. she gave a hosue elf her bowl she was very full. She heard him say something, later mum. Oh no he thinks I'm he's mum. She figured that he was dreaming or something like that. So she let him sleep. She laid her head down facing him. She wasn't sleeping she had slept all afternoon, she was just tired. "Braeden, get up" She poked him. Maybe it was watching him sleep or the fact that her tummy was full of food. She could feel her eyelids starting to get heavy.