02-07-2014, 02:28 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
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Originally Posted by Lady of Light .. Yeah. Delilah should probably leave. This was ridiculous, to be honest. Yeah, she'd put in quite a bit of effort in the baking but what if he didn't like them or something? Oh, gosh. Yeah, she should just leave. She could trust her friends to finish them off, yeah? But then, Airey walked into the seating area.
Oops. Too late. "Um. I just.." Delilah flushed slightly. "I baked some cookies yesterday and I thought I'd give you some." Smooth, Delilah. Anyway, he definitely need not know that cookies were baked mostly only for him. Heh. "I hope you like them, professor." Oh, Merlin, was she feeling alright? Her cheeks were looking a bit red. Perhaps he should notify the Healer? But that thought was immediately distracted by the word cookie. He was no cookie monster - no blue fur or weird googly eyes - but he did like baked goods. He couldn't bake his way out of a wet paper bag (if that made any logical sense), but so far that didn't seem to be an issue since students were constantly bringing him some. News must spread fast in the castle that the Astronomy professor had a mild sweet tooth.
"Oh, thank you Miss Starr! How very thoughtful of you," he said while wiggling his fingers eagerly. "What sort of cookies are they?"
And could he have one right now?
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