Snacks on snacks on snacks.

That was what the Ravenclaw prefect was in the kitchen for today. Sure, he’d already been on his morning run so he most likely looked all sweaty and red faced so the prefect’s bathroom would have been a better destination but no one else was going to be in the kitchen other than the house elves? Especially seeing as breakfast hadn’t long happened?

He was right of course.

After tickling the pear, Ewan made his way into the kitchen in search of something to eat because you know, he needed something before breakfast.
Duh.

Wasn’t it common knowledge that second breakfast was the most important meal of the day? If not, it should be!

”Ahhhh jackpot! he’d struck gold. No sooner had the prefect looked in the pantry had he found some leftover pancakes from the morning! Now all he needed was a plate, some syrup and some cutlery and he’d be set.

Second breakfast was certainly important! If Noah had learned anything from reading the Lord of the Rings' novels was that hobbits had quite the eating schedule that teenage boys needed to follow. There was breakfast, second breakfast, elevens, luncheons, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper! He could live by that schedule. Fortunately enough he was active enough that his metabolism could burn through those calories. UNFORTUNATELY he always was hungry. The boy must have been going through a growth spurt or something because the past few days he found his stomach GROWLING for more food. Nothing seemed satisfying even if he had only eaten a half an hour ago.

He entered the kitchen with one task on mind. FOOOD.


He stopped at the entrance and took int he smells of everything. MERLIN. It smelled so good. Everything did.

When he walked further in, he hadn't expected to find the Ravenclaw Prefect here. Was he looking for food too? "Find anything good, Ewan?" he asked the older boy. He remembered his name as they had been in the same team for a class.

Turning, pancake in hand because who needed plates or cutlery, the prefect stopped as his eyes fell upon a younger student who apparently knew who he was. Taking a bite out of his pancake, he just shrugged and smiles, swallowing his food before responding ”Pancakes?”. He wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to share them but you know, for a fellow second breakfast person, he could make an exception.

Finishing off the pancake in his hand, he turned back into the pantry and moments later, returned with the rest of the left over pancakes, all in a silver tray, still looking light, fluffy and all so tempting.

”You want some?” because sharing was caring, right?

The prefect headed over to one of the tables and left the pancakes there in search of some cutlery. Now that he wasn’t on his own, manners suddenly became a lot more important. As did knives and forks and syrup! SYRUP!

”You’re Noah, right?” Another youngish Gryffindor if his memory served him well from the sorting ceremony. Somehow, he seemed to be finding himself surrounded by Gryffindors there days. Between the DADA fiasco with those two little cubs and now Noah, he was starting to wonder where all the Ravenclaws were at? He didn’t mind Gryffindors though. Honestly, they were perfectly fine when they weren’t playing hero. He’d never seen Noah endangers fellow students though so everything was hunky-dory.

Pancakes? PANCAKES? Noah had fallen in love with pancakes at Illvermorny. His parents had never made them at home because they feared he and his siblings would become addicted. However, his closest mate at Illvermorny introduced him to the delicacy with the best Canadian maple syrup in the whole world. The whole experience made the boy a little... spoiled when it came to breakfast food.

And now the older boy was offering him some of the pancake. Noah stared momentarily before flashing him a smile. "Wow! Sure, thanks Ewan!" he offered him a happy grin. Sharing WAS caring. And he liked Ewan already. He had appreciated the older boy's strategy in their first DADA class but unfortunately fate would have other plans for them...

Oh? He remembered his name? Noah was touched. "Yes, I'm Noah. And you're Ewan," he said with a nod before taking a seat in the kitchens. He glanced around him, taking in the delicious smells of the kitchens. "It smells so good down here..." His stomach grumbled. He glanced to the older boy with a sheepish smile. "Does the eternal hunger ever go away?"

Ewan couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the boy’s wonder. Yes, he really was sharing his pancakes, why the surprised looks? It wasn’t like he’d made them and why not share them? A shared meal is much more interesting than a meal alone after all. ”Sure, help yourself mate. There’s enough for both of us. You know, unless you eat like a horse” which, he wouldn’t actually mind. Maybe then he could make his own pancakes and they’d be fresh and warm.

Mmm…warm, fresh pancakes!

”I am Ewan, yes” he confirmed with a smile and a nod ”And as for the eternal hunger? Nope. You just keep eating. The trick it to exercise more” something that he had a feeling he might struggle with this term, what with his NEWT exams. But worrying about that would have to wait. Now, it was pancake time!

Plates and cutlery in hand, he placed enough down for the both of them and then grab a few pancakes before quickly pulling his wand out ”Accio Syrup” because who in their right mind would have pancakes without syrup? Okay, so Ice cream was acceptable instead but that was about it. Ooo, and fresh fruit! That too.

”How are you finding Hogwarts so far anyway?” he asked, just before the first forkful of pancakes entered his mouth.

EWAN WAS SO NICE. Noah could wipe a tear from his eye. Noah was in awe of the Ravenclaw Prefect. Honestly #goals here. Noah took a seat, next to the Prefect, and chuckled when he mentioned eating like a horse. "Dunno... could have a tapeworm with how much I've been eating. Thank Merlin I exercise."

Noah helped himself to a pancake or two and then fell silent, listening to Ethan describe his thought process on eternal hunger. Exercise more?! But.. but.. "But I already workout twice a day. I do a run, practice bal- dancing, and then do abs and weights." It was an extreme regiment for sure but it resulted in a great bod that he felt confident in. After Ewan had asked for the syrup by the summoning charm, Noah picked it up (as it was at the table) and poured it on his pancakes. "These smell wonderful." Much better than the storemade mix his friends tried to make back at Illvermorny.

His mouth was filled with pancakes when Ewan asked his question. So he chewed, chewed, and chewed. Then he swallowed. "I love it. The Professors are stricter but I've enjoyed classes thus far and meeting people," said Noah with a grin. There were a certain few people that had made his initial start at this school pretty memorable. *AHEM* "Homework's not too bad either. But yeah... really enjoying it. Have you been at Hogwarts for all your years?"

Ewan laughed a little in between mouthfuls before finally replying ”I know the feeling. But then I just say I’m a growing boy and I need the food to grow” although if he kept growing at this rate, he’d be the size of a cave troll. He was more than content at being 6ft4 thank you very much. Maybe there was a spell that could take an inch or two off? Or…he could just leave Hogwarts and become a professional basketball player?

Ewan just listened to Noah’s training routine and the uh…’Dancing’ that he did and just nodded. ”Dancing take a lot of fitness man. Especially Ballet dancing. That was what you were going to say, right?” he wasn’t sure if the boy was embarrassed to admit it or if he was just reading it all wrong but he figured he ought to get it out there that, to be honest, he didn’t really care. Ballet dancing looked haaaaard! He wasn’t about to judge anyone for trying to do that for hours on end. ”I only really run and lift weights but I love climbing”, although he found himself having less and less time to do it these days. If he moved back home to Wales, he had a feeling it was something that might just fall to the side all together.

Finishing off his first plate of pancakes, Ewan took a few more and poured on the syrup when Noah had finished and continued to feast on the fluffy little treats. ”That’s good. One of the best things about Hogwarts is hanging out with your friends when you don’t have lessons” he replied as he skewered another piece of pancake with his work, quickly shoving it into his mouth before the syrup could completely run off. He just nodded as a reply to the last question as he chewed, then answered once his mouth was empty ”Yup. This is my seventh year now. I did miss the second half of my second year but I was back for my third. Haven’t missed a year since” and he’d only missed that because of a family emergency. There were times when he did think about not coming back, like this year for example, but he’d always returned. This place was his home and he loved it here.

Ewan needed the food to grow? Wasn't Ewan like 7 ft something, thought Noah. Ok, ok, perhaps he was exaggerating and the boy was only a foot taller but whenever Noah stood next to him, he felt so tiny and small. Noah was only 5'8 currently which he was sorta tall for his year but still... He longed to be taller. Didn't every boy?

Holy mother of Hippogriffs? Ewan must have been a sidekick! Cause the boy read his mind. How did he KNOW he was going to say ballet? Act cool, Nam. Act cool. Noah remained calm, collected, and cool as a cucumber in this moment while he internally panicked about how Ewan would react. Most boys at his previous schools had joked about him being too girly when he had mentioned it so when he HEARD Ewan's comments on it he just... Noah became very soft and touched. Really touched. Ewan knew his stuff. Dancing WAS hard. "It was.." he said softly, offering Ewan a small smile. He did CLIMBING? "Climbing... that takes a lot of muscle. Do you do bouldering?" Noah picked up his first pancake and began munching. Mhmm... These were absolutely delicious and kind of reminded him of the pancakes his mother had made.

Noah listened to Ewan as he happily chewed on his pancakes. Hanging out with friends was the best? Yeah, it was. "I have enjoyed making new friends.. I don't know my roomies too well...They're nice.. but my best mate is from a different house so sometimes I wonder if I was sorted in the right house, y'know? Did you ever wonder if you were sorted into the right house?"

Mmm…Ewan love the pancakes.

Taking a moment to breath in between inhaling pancakes, the prefect smiled Noah and nodded a little. ”It takes muscle and a lot of determination I guess. Once you’re up there and you’re tired, sometimes the only way is down” or you know, you could take a break on the wall and continue up. Coming down was sometimes just as fun though so he didn’t always mind. ”I don’t really do much bouldering but I have from time to time” which was perfectly true. Bouldering was fun but that did require a lot of strength and with him being so tall, it took a lot to get himself off the ground and onto a boulder. In short, too much effort.

Ewan just nodded at room mates’ comment because he knew that feeling all too well. ”Don’t worry about it. Two of my best friends were in Slytherin and Gryffindor. It doesn’t mean you’re in the wrong house. The house you’re chosen to be a part of is personal to you” although he did understand what it was like to not feel like you belong there. ”There are some people in Ravenclaw in my year that I don’t really know or talk to and that’s cool. People…gravitate towards different things”. It sounded so strange but it made sense to him. Hopefully, the boy would understand what he meant. Although, it was at times like these he did sort of feel like he belonged in Ravenclaw. ”Besides, you can be sorted into one and still show things that other houses value too. It’s not an exact science”.

Feeling as though he’d talked a little too much there, the Ravenclaw picked up his fork and finished off his pancakes, a content smile appearing on his face as he set his knife and fork down. Second breakfast had been a success.

Noah nodded, obviously taking notes from the older Ravenclaw Prefect. Muscle and determination. He could do that... "That sounds tough but exhilarating to try." Noah was always lookin at new ways to exercise He found himself easily tiring of running.

The younger boy looked to the elder Ravenclaw and just stayed silent and listened. So he also had his best friends in a different house? That was reassuring to Noah. Very reassuring. "I see," nodded the boy as he cut up a piece of pancake and ate it. He remained silent, listening to all that Ewan had to offer and taking in gems of wisdom here and there. "Thank you." It made him feel a lot better.

"Do you often come down here for second breakfast? And elevenses?" asked Noah, offering a wide grin. Hopefully the other boy got his LOTR reference.

”It can be tough but it’s just like anything. It takes practice and patience” but he already knew that if he had somehow managed to stick it out doing ballet. ”If you ever want to climb though, drop me an owl” because he was always looking for someone to climb with, mainly because it wasn’t something he talked about a lot. Oops.

Ewan just smiled and nodded a little. He’d hoped he’d helped a little at least, after all, that was what he was there for. Prefects were supposed to be able to do that although he could barely name a prefect that had come before him except the ones that had left last year. ”No worries”.

He considered the boys next question for a moment before he answered. ”I guess it depends on the day of the week? Lessons kind of stop me coming down for elevenses and luncheon but I don’t mind a little afternoon tea” a small smile on his lips now as he looked over at the younger Gryffindor. He himself was a fan of the writing of J.R.R. Tolkien and judging from Noah’s question, he was too.

Of course it would be delicious. Juliette wouldn't recommend anything that was gross. Though she also never had a chocolate cake with jelly slugs. But she had chocolate cake before and then eaten jelly slugs afterwards and she was fine. So really, what could be that different?

Juliette would have to admit that she was quite skeptical as she watched her fellow Gryffindor give the pear a little tickle. That looked absolutely ridiculous and if she had her camera, she would've taken a picture and proved it too. But then there was a handle... and it was a door and...

THE GLORIOUS KITCHEN. Juliette didn't know what language the girl had decided to speak but she knew voilà meant 'LOOK AT THIS IT'S COOL'. So the only appropriate response was... "Oh my... this is so awesometastical." She looked around and wondered where they would start to even get the cake. "Do you think house elves will make it for us or will we have to make it ourselves cause I don't know how to make it." Cause they had a house elf at home.

... also... "My name is Juliette, by the way. Not Julia." Cause now that the deliciously, decadent chocolate cake was within reach, she figured it was probably the right time to introduce herself or whatever.

Noah nodded, listening to the older boy's words. Takes practice... Lots of practice. Well he certainly was very stubborn and determined so Noah was sure that he could give it a go and try his luck. Apparently it was a great way to stay in shape. "I'd like that." He nodded. "Do you go climbing around the school?"

Noah cut up another slice of pancake and slowly munched on it. Merlin. These pancakes were addicting.. Every bite made him want to eat more. He wasn't sure if the pancakes were just the best pancakes he had ever eaten or if he was just really, really, REALLY hungry. "Afternoon tea?" he asked before chuckling to himself. OH yeah, this was a shared author that they both enjoyed. Noah had yet to find someone who enjoyed reading as much as he did or reading the same things. "Hope you have enough lembas bread to sustain you to get you through those classes and past elevenses?"

"Yes, it is! Awesometaaaaaastical." Bernie beamed, following her in. Whatever awesometastical meant, maybe it was a new word, but she approved it, and was going to try using it.

Ummm, hmm. "I dunno." Bernie looked around and let out a little whistle, like a hereeee doggy, c'mere whistle. "How do you call a house elf?" She, being Muggleborn and the Muggliest of the Muggleborns, didn't usually request food from the house elves. She 1) just took it or 2) tried to talk to and befriend the elves, and that hadn't worked out very well so far. BUT. THIS WAS A NEW YEAR, SO she had SO MANY MORE NEW OPPORTUNITIES HERE!!!!!!11111

"I DO know how to bake, though," she eyed Julia----er, shoot. "Your name's Juliette?" She kind of gaped at the girl. "Like, Romeo and Juliette?!!?" Wow, whooooops. Bernie had probably been calling her by the wrong name for two solid years, at least, and was thus a bit redfaced for calling her the wrong name. "Um, sorry. But well, you know me. I'm Bernie." Duh, who hadn't heard of her or her, ah, reptuation for trouble adventures???!

Awesometastical. What a wonderful word for everyone to start using. She wondered if she could bring it back the way her mum did.

Juliette looked under a pot, wondering if maybe the chocolate cake was magically there or if it'd somehow summon a house elf to bring her the cake. She certainly wasn't going to whistle like she was calling for her mum's crup back at home though. "Back home, the house elf's name is Poppy so we just call for her and she shows up..." Hmm... maybe a house elf's name was written somewhere here. "I don't know the names of the elves here though." Which was unfortunate because if she knew their names maybe she could call for them to bring her snacks in bed or breakfast in bed... or lunch. All the possibilities.

"You know how to bake?!" That was so cool. So awesometastical. "Do you think you could make the chocolate cake? I could totally assist and we'd look really cool making it if we could find some chef hats!" Juliette was down to get all covered in flour and eggs and whatever went into making a cake. She was so excited she missed the fact that the girl's face had turned slightly red with the name thing. "Yup like Romeo and Juliette minus the everyone dying in the end part." And yes she did vaguely remember the name Bernie, but for some reason she never associated it with... the girl in front of her. But was Juliette going to say that she didn't know the girl's name? Uh.... No.

She opened a cabinet to look inside there for the cake. Nope. No cake. No elf. "Hey Bernie, where do you think the house elves sleep?" Because maybe they needed to be woken up. And she needed to use the name casually so she didn't know that Juliette didn't know her name. Duh.

Aww, Poppy! What a cute name for an elf! Bernie clapped for Poppy... but also in the hopes that if she made some noise, one of the school elves would pop up.

"Well, there's Beezley, and Nimma, and Pips, anddddd....Curly? Er, Quirly...?" She tapped her chin as she thought. "Pippin?" Or was it Tippin? "Toddles, of course, can't forget Toddles...." Bernie probably WAS forgetting a few, but she was pretty sure she'd met these ones before. At least SOME of them. She'd never forget the one who had popped into that Charms class when they made s'mores. Best lesson EVER since it came with FOOD!

As she talked, Bernie wandered around to the table that was under where the teachers sat. Hehe. "I wonder, if I put something here," like a dungbomb, "would it go UP to the table for dinnertime?" She looked back down to JuliETTE. "Oh, yeah," scoff scoff, "I could TOTALLY make a chocolate cake with jelly slugs inside." Er, wouldn't the jelly slugs melt in the oven though??!??!

Bernie tried not to look like she had no idea to cook over a fire, which was, presumably, how the house elves did things, since there was a MASSIVE fireplace in the corner and all. "I bet they sleep like, around here, in potato sacks and stuff. OOOOH, or maybe they have tiny little beds?!" Like in Snow White and the Seven Dwarves?!

Bernie almost couldn't HANDLE the cuteness at this thought. She immediately dropped to her knees to check under the table for a potato sack and/or basket or pot large enough for an elf to sleep in.

There was no way Bernie knew all the names of the elves. She was probably showing off and just making up names. So naturally, Juliette played along. "You can forget Momo," she said seriously. Was Momo a house elf here? Absolutely not. Juliette would know if there was a house elf named Momo.

Juliette watched Bernie wander around to a table. Would it... go up? "I think you should sit on the table before dinnertime and see if you get magically transported up. It's totally a shortcut that way." Or they could put a toad there. That would work too. She clapped her hands in delight when Bernie informed her she could make a chocolate cake with jelly slugs. "Wonderful! Where do you start?" Because the last time Juliette tried to make anything with her mum, fires were started and somehow they had both forgotten they were witches with magic..

"A potato sack sounds terribly uncomfortable..." Juliette wrinkled her nose and went to go touch more pots and pans - there were so many to touch. [b]"We should get them a giant bed and they can all share it like the grandparents from Charlie & the Chocolate Factory,"[b] she decided. Since the house elves were small they'd all fit anyways.

... What was Bernie doing though? Juliette followed the girl on the floor. "I'm no chef but I'm pretty sure that we can't make food down here."

Cause that's what they were here for - cake.

Momo... wait, did Juliette say she COULD forget Momo? Bernie cocked her head at her suspiciously. "Momo is not an elf here.....???? Right?" Er? Bernie SHOULD know though. She'd been obsessed with elves ever since she met one on the Hogwarts Express!!!! Only he had been a, er, metamorphagus, not an elf. Whatever. She KNEW the elves here!!!!!!!!!

"Hmm." Bernie kind of liked Juliette's idea, but she also did not trust the tables to send her up. Knowing her luck, she'd just be stuck down here and would miss dinner entirely and then get in trouble with the Headmaster/her Head of House/and then get expelled. SIGH. "Why don't YOU try that, and report back to me?" Come onnnnnnn, housemate! Bernie flashed her a brilliant grin and continued her search for the house-elves.

The third-year was, perhaps, definitely pretending to not hear Juliette's nudges to start baking. She was going to thoroughly search for the house-elves first, in case she could coerce them into cooking for her. This was supposed to be a quick trip to the kitchens, not an all-day activity in which she was forced to produce something tasty AND good-looking for Juliette!!!!!!! Bernie was feeling the bern all the pressure!!!!!!!1

She did, however, let out a gasp, and looked up from where she was looking under the table. She nearly hit her head on it, but stopped herself just in time. "You're right! WE SHOULD MAKE THEM A BED!!" Or buy them one, or whatever. Bernie was ENTHRALLED by the literary reference to Roald Dahl, by the by.

Erm... yeah no, they COULD cook down here, but again Bernie attempted to dodge that by pointing at something random by the fireplace, behind Juliette's head. "Oh wow gasp wow look!" And paaaaaaause to see if Juliette would looooooooooooook, "You just missed it. A house elf! I swear Tinka just ran by!"

There was an elf named Tinka, yeah?

"Momo is definitely an elf here," Juliette said, confidently. After all, if you said anything confidently enough, someone would believe it was true. "So is Toto," she added. Juliette was going to continue to make up elf names too just because it was obvious that Bernie did not know all of the elves.

Juliette wrinkled her nose at Bernie's idea to send HER up that way instead. What was Juliette supposed to do? Pose while laying on the table and say, 'draw me like one of your French girls'? Absolutely absurd. "How about we put an owl there with a top hat and a note that says 'XOXO Slytherin' so they lose house points?" Because that sounded like a much better idea for both of them. They wouldn't get in trouble that way... and if they weren't allowed to have dinner that night, they knew how to get to the kitchens anyways.

Did Bernie not want to make her this cake? Clearly, the house elves were asleep and Bernie said she knew how to do it. Bernie was probably a liar... which for some reason, Juliette did not hate. She simply continued to touch pots, pans, and everything in between - probably annoying a hiding house elf somewhere. If they really wanted to lure them out, Juliette should just make a mess and see what happens next.

"MERLIN!" Why was Bernie so loud out of nowhere? "What would we make them a bed out of? Stick our pillows in some oversized cauldrons?" Juliette sighed. She was not going to do that. She had a fondness for her pillows and how cushiony they were for her head. "We could buy them one instead. How much does a bed cost?" Was there a catalog they could flip through because if they were going to buy the house elves a bed, they needed to make sure it was a good one.

Like a fool, Juliette turned to look at the fireplace behind her when Bernie said 'wow look'. There was nothing there. "There's no house elf named Tinka! It's Twinkie!" Juliette sighed, lying yet again about the name. "And if she ran by why didn't she stop to ask us if we wanted something to snack on?" She pouted. It seemed like she was never going to get her cake now. "Let's move some pots around and see if one of them gets annoyed and asks us if we need help. It works when you go shopping."

....hmm, Juliette was pretty insistent that Momo worked here. Bernadette had just enough doubt in her memory of the house elves that LO AND BEHOLD, at the other girl's insistence, she decided to believe Juliette. About both of those names. "I can't believe they named an elf after the dog from The Wizard of Oz," the third year replied with a somber shake of her head. "SAD!" Elves deserved more respect than that, c'mon! They should come up with their OWN names!!!

Back to the prank idea. "YES!" Bernie shouted with glee. "Actually, let's use the name of a specific Slytherin. Like Claudine Blaze. And then we'll write the note so it LOOKS all fancy, like it's from a typewrit-- er, from a fancy establishment, so no one will recognize our handwriting." It was a BRILLIANT plan, congratulations, Juliette. She was now in Bernie's good books so long as she helped her smear Claudine a little bit.

Bernie didn't notice the reaction to her loudness; she was just LOUD a LOT and others usually got used to it. "I mean, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah?" What was wrong with that idea? Bernie was resourceful, and honestly didn't even have enough money to contemplate spending it on someone else. "I dunno, I've never bought furniture." BUT! "Schmoe might have a catalogue we can shop from. We used it one time in Muggle Studies." And boy had she hated that lesson. So, Bernie would definitely prefer making a bed out of pots and pans, frankly.

Hokai. She started touching some of the pots at Juliette's suggestion, standing up and bringing one from under the table to on top of it. Naturally, the Gryffindor let the pot fall at a height so it banged on the table REAL LOUD.

"TWINKIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Yes, she believed Juliette yet again, "Where AAAAAAAARE YOU?" Dunno, why WOULD a house elf hide from either of these two? "I mean, I know they're shy and all..." Bernie now chewed at her lip a little as she was struck with something resembling a conscience, "but we haven't even been THAT loud yet."

Trust, fam: she could be MUCH louder.

Beezley had just been cleaning when she heard students yelling and students in the kitchen. This was always interesting to her so she popped over to see what was going on. "Does mistress need something? Beezley can make something if students need anything. Are you hungry, thirsty?"

Juliette hid her smirk. It was obvious that Bernie really believed her when she made up these names... and now she was getting a bit worked up over naming a house elf after the dog from The Wizard of Oz. "Or maybe they named the house elf over the muggle toilet thing which would be really messed up." Yeah, Juliette was just going to fan these flames. Next thing you know, Bernie might try to create some organization over the unfair naming practices of house elves.

Claudine Blaze... Juliette struggled to remember who this person was but if Bernie didn't like her, se was shre she wouldn't either. "We can definitely blame Claudine Blaze... and we could just bribe a firstie to write the note or something so it's not technically our handwriting..." Yes, a plan was forming. "You've never bought furniture?" Neither had Juliette. That was what adults were for. Which she was not yet. But here was Bernie with a brilliant idea. "That sounds like an excellent idea! We can check later for a catalog later!" And they could buy other stuff to spruce up the dorm or something since they'd be shopping anyways.

Juliette watched Bernie climb on top of the table... and wondered if the house elves would be cleaning the table prior to placing food on it. Because if not... she would need to. And with the loud clang that followed the pot landing on the table, Juliette visibly winced. But there were no house elves.... even with Bernie's screec-

Oh my Merlin. It worked. "Bernie! It worked!" Juliette exclaimed, and clapped her hands with glee. "Hi house elf," Juliette greeted. What were their blasted names again? She honestly could not remember for the life of her. "Miss Bernie and I would like a chocolate cake... with jelly slugs in it... can you make that... please?" She made sure to say the word please because... MANNERS.

But hey, now they knew if you sent Bernie in, yelling and dropping pots, it'd catch a house elf's attention. So lesson learned. Juliette was learning a lot today - important things that one could not teach in a classroom setting.

"Wait, whaaaaaaaaat?" Bernie let out a laugh because she didn't know what Juliette meant about Muggle toilets. They weren't THAT different from Wizard toilets, were they? "Is there a house elf named Bidet?" Is that what she meant? Probably! Wow, there were even MORE elves than Bernie had known about! Cool!

AHAHA! Great idea! Bernie clapped her hands BIG TIME for Juliette, then decided that snapping like Kitridge was the new thing, and snapped instead. SNAP SNAPS for YOU, MISS GRYFFINROAR! "Yeah no, don't you usually just find your furniture on the street or in the dumpster or in your neighbor's flat when they get evicted?" Bernie tilted her head at Juliette; she really kinda thought everyone just found furniture like her parents did. Who could afford brand-new stuff? Seriously! But the catalog was a good plan. Any excuse to visit Schmoe, ho ho ho!

Bernie hopped down off the table at the appearance of the house elf. Naturally she was SO ExCITED TO SEE HER that she started gushing and blubbering, "Yayayayayayay," under her breath. "HI HOUSE ELF," she loudly greeted the pinkish elf, before remembering that most elves were SHY and therefore she should be QUIETER.

"Yes, what Miss Juliette said," she said, copying her dormmate. "We do. We NEED a cake, just like she described. With icing, please. And sprinkles. Please."

Oh, and also, "Is your name Bidet or Toto?" Bernie thought they ought to CHECK!

Everything was so loud and Beezley pulled at her ears as she watched the girls. She wanted to make them happy and wanted to help them, but they were a bit scary right now. She looked at them with her big eyes and heard all she needed to.

"Beezley miss, I'm Beezley. Beezley can make a cake right away for the misses. Beezley will get started right now." She snapped her fingers to clean the table and went to get started on fetching the ingredients.