Originally Posted by Ameh

Right... they were making food. And apparently they were making a lot of it. Jaemin blinked at the recipes that Art had handed out to them, wondering why the portions hadn't been sized down for the sake of class... he wasn't going to eat six servings of this stuff, and surely there wasn't enough space for so much leftovers in the kitchen? And they didn't have fridges in their dorms... did they? He looked around suspiciously, as if maybe he had just been missing it all this time and the others hadn't bothered to tell him.

But. That was whatever. If they were supposed to cook this much, he'd... cook this much. Maybe Professor Newton had a plan for it or something. The small Slytherin went about gathering his supplies, heading off for the tripod thingy first and setting it up a bit clumsily. He much preferred the little burners from class to this... it was much more controlled. But once he had the tripod set up and the cauldron over the fire, he wasn't so bothered about it anymore. He would just go step by step and hope everything turned out okay... or he'd be stopping in the kitchens to bother some house elves right after class.

Now to dig a hole. It didn't seem like it had to be very deep... Jaemin looked around himself and finally found the small trowel for digging, and went at it, making sure the hole looked as similar to Professor Newton's as possible.



Hmm?

"Once is a mistake," he murmured when the Muggle Studies professor spoke to him again. She'd said his name right this time, at least. "Twice or more usually isn't. You wrote it like that on my class report when you gave me failing marks for not drawing, too."

Which had doubled the sting of failing a class for reasons that didn't seem fair to him. The small Slytherin shrugged, clearly not caring to carry on the conversation, and stood up to get his ingredients. Got cooking to do.

Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Fiyero's blond head jerked up at the sound of Professor Stewart's voice. He took off his left glove, revealing the cut across the palm of his hand. "Just a little cut, Professor" he replied. It had finally stopped bleeding, at least for the time being. It was probably going to be fine. "Nothing to worry about." Please don't send me to Healer Murdoch! he thought silently.

After setting the timer for one hour, it was time to move on to the damper. He still thought that was an odd name for a food. Why did they call it that? Oh, well... no time to think about it now, he dismissed the thought as he went to get one of the cast iron pots. Now what? He consulted his recipe card. So this thing cooks in a hole full of a bunch of ashes and embers? Yep, this recipe just kept getting weirder and weirder...

Fiyero decided it would be a good idea to wait until after he had the dough mixed to shovel the coals into the hole, just in case they went out before he was finished the prep work. Pulling his glove back on, he picked up the measuring cup. Did he have to clean it again before using it? He assumed now, since all he'd put in it the last time was water... He measured a cup of flour into his pot before adding a pinch of salt. He hoped it wasn't too much... salty bread would taste nasty!

He cleaned his cup - the muggle way this time, as Professor Stewart had reminded them - before adding the water to the mix. Seriously, why did he have such a hard time remembering not to use magic in her classes?! He peeled off his right glove and set to work mixing the dough. Trying to do everything one-handed was hard, but he didn't want to chance contaminating the food with the cut (or the glove) on his other hand. Once he'd managed to form a nice round loaf, he dropped the dough back in the pot, placing the lid on top.

Now it was time to dig the hole. After putting his other glove back on, Fiyero grabbed the nearest shovel. Gripping the handle irritated his injured hand, but he wasn't going to complain about it. He quickly transferred a couple of shovelfuls of embers into the hole before putting the cast iron pot on top. He glanced at the timer for the stew... forty minutes left. It looked like both dishes were going to be ready at about the same time, and not a moment too soon! His belly was already growling...

He hurriedly cleaned up the utensils he'd used, taking extra care around the knife this time. The muggle way of cleaning was taking forever! He didn't understand why he couldn't just do another scouring charm; it would make things go a lot faster! After putting the equipment away, he rummaged through the crate to find a bag of marshmallows. He popped one onto the end of a stick he'd found at his feet and held it over the fire. Finally, snack time!

Originally Posted by Devina Wellheart

" I don't cook, Professor...." She answered quite plainly." And I don't eat .... " she continued" ... Whatever... this is" nose wrinkled and hand dismissively gesturing at the yuck that the others were so happily making.