The third year was in one of her baking moods, so to the kitchen she went. She wasn't sure what she was going to make. Probably her usual cupcakes, she was thinking, some new interesting flavors. She was all about some new cupcake flavors and was even feeling a bit brave and was thinking about savory cupcakes.

Bacon maple. Who didn't like bacon? You know you can never have too much bacon. And then there was maple like maple syrup. Pancakes with maple syrup what else could be better. Breakfast in a cupcake, the best thing to happen to breakfast since pumpkin juice.

She reach up to tickle the pear. Tickle tickle. Wait... tickle tickle. Why wasn't this working? Maybe there really was a certain way to tickle the pear, she had been jokingly telling Cornelius this for three years. Poor guy still had trouble getting in. Now he had rubbed off on her, to where she could not tickle the pear properly now either. This was the most terrible day ever.

It had been about a week since he had his little quidditch accident nad he knew that he should get out of dorm and walk around the castle. He wasn't avoiding anyone but he was trying to catch up with all his lessons. All his lessons except divinations. He refused to go to that class. He knew that if he had went to that class that he would die. It wouldn't be the first time.

The third year made his way out of the Hufflepuff common room and over to the kitchens but before he had even walked in he knew that person standing near the food painting. What was the point in a food painting? It only made people hungier and what it you couldn't get to food fast enough? Before greeting his best friend he hugged her. No tackling today he was still a little sore.

"Hey Kat!"

Tickle, tickle, little pear.... Mmmm, Yeah, there was still nothing happening. Kat stopped for a moment to think about what and if there was anything she was doing wrong. Maybe it was just a sign that she shouldn't make cupcakes today. Just as she was getting ready to sit in the floor and come up with a new plan. Brady came swooping in and gave her a hug. "Brady!"

Wait no tackle!hug? Well Kat could honestly say that she was relieved that there was none that. Even though Katerina started and did most of it anyway. She beamed at her life long best friend and hugged him back. "What are you doing here?" She wasn't sure if she have ever seen or heard of Brady being near the kitchen. Guess there was a first time for everything.

It felt weird not tackling Kat or not being tackled by here. This was just very strange. The Badger looked at his best friend. "Is everything okay with you?" He felt like it had been a billion years since he had last seen here.

The third year shrugged. "I dunno really. I'm hungry and stuff." He didn't really know what the and stuff was supposed to mean but he really was hungry. It was a good thing that Kat was here because if he were in or near the kitchens along he would probably set this part of the castle on fire due to his lack of cooking skills. But if you asked him to make some cupcakes he was more than happy and able to do that. He would get a lot of lecturing from his grandmother if he didn't know how to bake cupcakes. Seeing as she's had a cupcake shop in Edinburgh and London for a million years.

Was this the stage in their friendship that they start acting all mature and stuff? Kat hoped it wasn't. Growing up and maturing was fun and all, But it was hard so hard, Right? Her blue eyes glanced up at the fruit bowl. 'It's good. How is everything thing for you?" She nudged him with her elbow and grinned. Forgetting all about the pear problem she had.

It wasn't until he mentioned that he was hungry that she remembered why she was here. "I was trying to get into the kitchen. I couldn't get in. Tickle the pear and see if you can." She stepped over to the side, to let him give it a try.