Lexi couldn't hold in the giggles.. again. "Why bother? It's spring. Who cares? And it's dark. Let's just GO," she said with a smirk. Hopping up from her seat on the bench she smiled as the elves scurried about and fetched her teacup. Good little elves. Mhm.

Extinct? REALLY? EXTINCT?

No. It was much more than that. Cameron Karsten was alive. Alive in everyone's hearts and soul! And the person who didn't feeeeeel his essence in their hearts. PSHHHH. But he just stared in a creepy way at this Hufflepuff in front of him, convinced that this guy wouldn't even complete his order. Like seriously?! He watched as he ruffled his hair... ooooooooooooooh.

Just look at his hair. It was like an afro... but not an afro. Cam was deeply mesmerized. He wanted to poke it. Would it explode? Would his hand get stuck? Did Cedar keep money in that big poof of his?!

"Hoooold on a minute SON!" That's right, because this guy right here was his steps-on. "Well first of all. I'm cool. Second. My mom is cooler. AND PSHHH. A PREFECT?" WELL THEN. If that was his argument, Cam should have just forced him to bow down and obey... and let him touch his hair. But no no no, he just gave him the staring treatment, like that "maybe if I kept staring, you'd get hypnotized and then do my deeds". Cough. Blah.

And then finally, his presence WAS recognized. "YES." Caaaampy? "Now you know of Campy's presence, SAY SORRYYYY and bow DOOOOOWN, boy." And he pointed to the ground, like a boss.

Hehe. Hehehehehe. Why was Lexi's giggles contagious? That shouldn't happen. o_O! "You're right!" she exclaimed, hopping off her seat like a little kid. Smirking, she was ABOUT to follow Lexi when she forgot something quite important. The strawberries!

Hmmm, that just wouldn't do. They needed to go with her. Grabbing the bowl, she sighed in contentment before moving over to the portrait door, glancing over to Lexi as she did so. Let's goooooooooooooo!

Why was Cameron Karsten aka Campy eying him like that? They Slytherin's eyes were piercing... well, in a creepy, weird way. He couldn't assume the guy was dazzled by his manliness 'cause well, Campy just looked weird. WEIRD. Cam's utmost weirdness was alarming. Where had he been? Why, all of a sudden, he'd poof out and give him orders?

Cedric stared hard at Campy. If this was a staring game, he could definitely win this game. He'd just squint so gracefully and subtly and Cameron would pass out. Or he'd make his eyes bigger than it is and scare the stuff out of the Slytherin guy. But of course, the last one was very unfashionable. He most definitely preferred doing the former. So, see, he was squinting. At grown-up Campy's direction.

COOL? Campy was cool. He chuckled. "I know you're cool. Or should I say were." He patted the guy in the back. He just missed him, you know. Buuuuuut... Campy was still giving him orders, ridiculous orders, that is! Bow down? Oh. "You've changed. You weren't like this before." Yeah... the guy was MAD.

"I knew it! Campy, you poor kid," Cedric uttered, his deep voice abnormally high, awestruck. He smiled a very sympathetic smile. "You've been in a mental institution. They kept you for so long. I feel for you, man. I'm sorry."

*CONSOLES*

PFFFFT. Cameron continued with the staring, not even blinking because that's what Slytherins specialize in, glaring at their enemies until they break down and grovel for them. Obviously Cedar thought he could do a reverse-stare effect but no, he would certainly not fall for it. But oh alright, if he wanted to make this into a five-hour long competition, well good for him! Hmph. As if Cam was intimidated by this guy at ALL!

Well his hair was intimidating. But that was about it.

"I AAAAM cool! I am cool. 'Cause I got DESIIIGNER shades just to hide my face and I wear 'em around like I'm cooler than you." DID CEDAR SEE HIS DESIGNER SHADES? It was mad awesome. Now moving back to topic, he took a step forward, you know, just to intimidate the tough Hufflepuff some more. S'right s'right cower in fear, my friend.

Wait what?

"PFHTTTTHHHHH. Mental institution?! WEEELLLLL IF YOUU..." Actually, sure, that could work. SURE, BUDDY. Now this was his MOOOOVE. "I--I, they kept me for so long!" Step forward. "It's been so," sniff, "traumatizing!" Step forward. "I think I finally went insane and and..." Step forward.

"AAAHHHHAAA!" He reached for Cedar's hair. HIS ALMOST-AFRO BUT NOT AFRO HAIR. "TAKE OFF YO WIG BOY." See, it was obviously some huge wig. Because you know... it looked so... real... BUT FAKE!

Annie's chocolate cake obsession was going over the top of everything she ever had in her life. And she had to thank her boyfriend for that, her boyfriend that was miles and miles away and probably wouldn't notice if she was eating too much of chocolate cake and probably didn't know either that she was missing him a lot, just because of the sake that she didn't tell him much about her life in the letters she wrote; instead, she'd just tell him that life was enough stressing and that she wished she didn't have to be a seventh year yet, although it was time for graduation.

Almost.

"So...where to begin..." Annie said, tickling the pear and once the kitchen opened in front of her, she raced into that marvelous place and began to wander and think where could the chocolate cake would be. "Oh chocolate cake, or brownies...anything...I want to eat you." Obviously this girl was going crazy.

Oh! Lookit that! Evelyn was giggling too. Funsies! Lexi gave another fit of giggles and covered her mouth with her hand. Lexi watched as Evelyn backtracked to grab her strawberries. Hehehe.

"Okay! Let's GO! Where you think we would be less likely to get into trouble? AWAY from the Groundskeeper's hut, obviously..." Lexi trailed off as she stepped through the door and into the corridor beyond.

Umm, well, duh. She knew away from the groundskeeper's hut. Unless like, they did it RIGHT next to it, then Evelyn wouldn't mind. Burn all that grass she had to cut with SAFETY SCISSORS. Pffft. "I don't care. Wherever the wind takes us..."

Or...wherever the fire takes them that is. Maybe the strawberries will guide them.

"Good day, Twinkle," Kurumi smiled as she made her way into the kitchens. She needed to check on the cookies she had been keeping in the refrigerator to see if the jam had gelled enough for her to set them out in the Gryffindor common room as a sort of last treat before final exams really got under way.

Kurumi noticed the house elf acting a bit...peculiar and pointing to something that really didn't belong in the kitchen.

Patting the elf on the head, Kurumi smiled. "Thank you, I have been looking for that," she said as she scooped it up and added it to her bag.

She then went opened the door to the refrigerator and checked on her cookies. "Not yet," she sighed. She would have to come back in a few hours.

The Kitchens--great. Home to Puffer Children, and just the place Sierra didn't want to be. Nevertheless, she had to be here, pretty much. She was down to just a few items on the list she had for her Potions final, and this was one of the very few places she still hadn't looked.

Blahh--hopefully no Puffers would come out to annoy her while she searched their area. She just wanted to come, collect an item, and be on her way. Speaking of that item, she smiled wickedly as she noticed it. After picking it up and putting it in her bag, she headed on her way.

Jacob walked into the Kitchens... There couldn't be any Items here... Could there?

Hello House elves... nope... No! No Food Today, he was here on business! He was being important with his stuff. They wouldn't mind him stealing stuff from here. He was working his way up and had to search every corner of the castle.

It took him a few minutes but there it was, he found it, bagged it and left. Yup, He can cross that off.

Patroclus was hungry, and one could not undertake a scavenger hunt on an empty stomach!

So after tickling the pear, the Prefect found himself in the warmth of the Kitchen, with Elves running to and fro, one come up to him and ushering him to a seat. "Thank you, Garcon!" he joked!

Once the large plate of Pasta had arrived, Patroclus pretty much had the list Lafay had given them figured out, so he allowed himself to enjoy the pasta with his thoughts solely on the deliciousness of the tomato sauce.

As he was licking the plate clean, he had checked he was alone first, Patroclus spotted something that did not belong!

Wiping his mouth with his napkin the LionBoy moved over the the bench and toke up the first item he could tick off his list!

One in the bag, Nine to go!

He just needed some cookies and milk. That's all. It was getting close to the end and he was sure he was going to have a panic attack just thinking about it. The term had been an entire blur for him, except the few brights spots with Selena in them and it was coming to an end.

Diggy walked around the kitchen searching for a tray of cookies. The elves always left some laying around for kids to nibble on but he wasn't finding any. "They've got to be here somewhere," he muttered his hands shaking. He had been doing good with curbing his sugar intake but at times like this the withdrawals got to him. He continued on his search becoming desperate when he didn't find anything.

Uh... Helena suddenly found herself... in the kitchen.

What was she doing here? Ah, looking for items for the Potions final.

The girl looked around and a tiny smile spread over her face as she noticed what she was looking for. She grabbed it and put it in her bag, then left the kitchen.

Hmmm. Finn could already feel his tummy rumbling as he got down to the kitchen. Oh, he was going to feel so tempted to like have something to eat while ehw as down here. But he only have two more items to go, so he decided that he'd like go find the next two items and then go have some lunch. That sounded like a good idea. So....trying to resist the tempation to get some food, Finlay wandered into the kitchen to try and find the itme. Ahh. There. He was pretty sure that item wasn't supposed to be in the kitchen. Eying the house elves, he wandered over and picked the item up, placing it into his bag. Now...which of the clues was it. He pulled out his list, and glanced at it. Ahh. That one, he ticked it off, before going to find the final item.

After tickling the pear and entering the kitchen Emily was overcome by the wonderful sweet and savoury aromas that hung in the air.

Her tummy rumbled.... perhaps it wouldn't hurt to grab a snack. Wondering around the kitchen Emily selected a shiny green apple to munch on whilst she searched for the next item... there were only two things left to get....

Sighing audibly Emily paced the crowded kitchen, trying not to distrupt the house elves as she did so.

Finally after an apple, and a marmalaide sandwich she found the item she required. Hastily she shoved it into her bag, she hoped the elves wouldn't think she was stealing... though Lafay would have mentioned it to them... wouldn't she have?....

One more item to go! where could it be? though Emily as she left the kitchen.

Cedric's mouth fell dramatically open in utmost shock.

Cameron Karsten had gone mad! REALLY mad.

He just stared hard at Campy-no-more as he blurted out things about um, designer shades? Poor Cam! He had been in a mental institution for so long but still, his madness hadn't even been cured but seemingly doubled! Cam's madness was twice as large when he left. Poor creature. Really. He made a mental note that he should write, after he brought his friend to the pretty healer, a firm letter of utmost disappointment and detest to the clumsy, incompetent mental institution for not doing their job well. He should write it as a howler, even.

Cedric watched as the Slytherin pitched forward toward him... and grabbed his precious hair! "STOP!" UGH. Things were getting out of hand. He could really use a professor right now. Mr. Stryker, wasn't he supposed to be around? But then again, he wasn't in the grounds.

"It's not a wig, you fool!" Cedric tried to grab Mad Cameron's hands off of his hair. Heh. He felt the sudden surge of urge to push Cam away from him with his wonderfully muscled arms but his conscience was an apparent obstacle. It was telling him that his friend was sick. Gravely sick. But this should stop. It hurts, you know... and it's his hair the guy was grabbing!

He looked around.

People, please, this is not a cat fight.

The kitchens SURELY had to have something to do with the potions assignment. Because... and Lafay would probably give Jake the basilisk glare if he ever said it out loud... they were both brewing!cooking. Yup!

He entered the kitchens which were tantalisingly close to his common room, and began rummaging around in cupboards and things, before seeing something he recognised from the potions classroom and laboratory. He gave a small 'a-ha!' before peering down at his list, still crouched in front of a cupboard he had been needlessly searching through.

Hmmm... maybe?

He gave a little shrug to himself and figured he may as well, but now he was slightly confused between number 3 and number 9 and which one was which. Eh... first instinct would do... he wasn't going to start changing things around now.

Crossing it off of his list, Jake stood and went to get one, putting it on his bag.

He considered getting a snack, but decided against it, and went off to do some more searching.

Freya walked down towards the kitchen. The first thing she noticed when she entered the kitchen was her stomach started to rumble. "Great! Perfect timing." she mumbled. How come her stomach rumbled must rumbled at this time? Pffftt! But its not the prefect time to eat something she must found the next items. Maybe she could eat after she finished this scavenger hunt. She looked around the counter and she found what she looking for.

"WHY!" Pull. "DOESN'T." Pull. "THIS." Pull. "THING COME OFFFF!" He pulled even harder. How could hair be so curly and so poofy at the same time. That's right. Because it was simply impossible! Oh, it wasn't a wig eh? He was disgusted! Obviously, he glued this wonderfully-pieced wig right to his bald, disgusting, head! What else? Maybe if he just pulled as hardest as he could to rip this thing off...

*grumblegrumble*

Oh. His stomach. HUNGRY. NEED. FOOD. Wait, why was he doing this?! NOOOOOOOOOO. Cedric was his gateway to cooking! Poor Cam couldn't cook. If he angered this man, who would cook for him? Hmm? There was no one else because he was a lonely, lonely man! "Ohmygawd, I am soooooo sorry. That is definitely not a wig! That's right! Riiiiight... NOW COOK FOR ME." It was a sudden change of events, but he couldn't fight with an empty stomach. Maybe after, he could resume his playful wig-assuming game.

Quickly, Cam patted the boy's wig and skipped to the counters. Ohhh. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. Wasn't that for his Potions Finals?! OH YES. He immediately grabbed it and put it into his bag, nodding with assurance that that was something... he needed.

He looked back at Cedar, as if nothing had happened in the last three minutes. "Sooooo... watcha wanna cook?"

Hugo was getting tired. But he was almost done. He looked for a while, but finally found it, put it in his bag and left cheerily again. Just one more to go. He was hungry. He would probably come back when he finished the final.

The Kitchens. One of her favourite places to go to. And yet she never ventures here enough. Meh.

Kita tickle the pear and turned the handle of the door that had appeared. "Ah..." she whispered, "...food, glorious, food!" This is exactly why she was glad that she was in hufflepuff: the common room is right next door. Nearly. There were other factors but ah well. Smiling, she closed her eyes and took in the smell of the kitchen.

And it was then that she felt someone a little someone tugging her. Frowning, she opened her eyes and looked down at the house elf tugging her bag. "Oh right!" she said, "I'm meant to be on a mission! Thanks!" She smiled down at the house elf and looked around the kitchen. There had to be something here.

Kita started walking around the kitchen, peering into cupboards and raiding the fridge as she did so. "Hm... Nothing here..." she said, taking a step back from the last cupboard. She turned around and... "Oh my days!" she squealed, making her way towards the item she had seen in potions.

"Gotcha!" she said, grabbing the item and placing it in her bag. She took out her parchment and crossed off one of the clues. "That's one done," she said, before turning round towards the house elves and saying, "Thanks house elves!" I'll be back for food!

She turned around and walked out of the kitchens.

Entering the Kitchen Emily took in the many smells there were. It made her hungry.
Smiling at the elves as she passed she grabbed an apple and took a bite. Yum.
Still two more items. Mabye one was here?

And there it was! Emily put it in her bag and with one last glance left the kitchens. It was nice in there, she'd have to go there more often.

Luin stood outside the kitchen looking at the painting of the fruit. She hadn't checked in here yet, and it would be a good place to hide some potions stuff. She reached up and tickled the pear, and then went inside. She tried as much as possible to not get in the way of the house-elves and looked around. She quickly noticed the item she was looking for and picked it up. Although the house-elves wanted to make her something, she declined for now, maybe once she got everything, she would stay and have something good.

Vashti decided to start looking on the Kitchen Level, since it was the floor right above the dungeons and so it was the closest when she was coming up from that dark and dreary place. As she entered the kitchen itself, she had to resist the temptation to ask the house-elves for a little snack. Eating would be best left until after the Potions final, she figured. So, smiling at the house-elves and declining their offers to make something, the Ravenclaw searched around the kitchen, looking for anything that probably shouldn't be there. She scanned her list a couple times more too.

Finally, she spotted it. Grabbing one of the items, she dropped it into her bag, said a quick good-bye to the elves, and headed off for another area of Hogwarts.