| Pogrebin
Join Date: May 2009 Location: London
Posts: 32,841
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
Gryffindor Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
--
  x11  x11
|  Post #4 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
Text Cut: *gasp* *steals Zandar away from you* Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 
Mate!? They were MATES?? Dear Merlin. If that goofy grin wasn't already evident enough, then this one sure would be. He was officially mates with the Group Leader Grayson. The super cool Group Leader Grayson. Oh boy! If he had been at all nervous about a divination class in the kitchens- which he totally was- THIS certainly brought some beautiful sunshine to clear away his cloudy day. THE Grayson Whitlock thought he was "pretty cool" AND a "mate". Could this day get any better? Maybe. If they made good cookies, which they would because Colonel Cool, but still. Woah.
Make that five minutes. He needed five minutes. Please?
No. Focus. He'd take those five minutes after this was done. He couldn't possibly let Group Leader Grayson take back his compliments. No. Ahem. Right. Zander was most definitely fangirling on the inside. He kept pretty composed, though- well, other than the goofy grin. He had been keeping his eye on Colonel Cool over here. And yes, he most definitely was cool. And the Gryffindor had never even stopped to think that he'd ever become actual mates with the guy. This was insane. It was... cool.
Chef Z!? yes, this was most definitely- cool. He turned to Grayson and smiled, before giving the older boy a thumbs up. So far, so good.
The Gryffindor then turned back to the dry ingredients in front of them. Alright so flour was done, now for the... Cornstarch. Right. Hearing Grayson addressing him again, the boy turned just as he added in the cornstarch. "Hmmm..." It was a good question. Really, he didn't know what to expect. In this class the could be doing anything. Merlin, watch them make the cookies, but then finish the class off by sitting in a circle and snapping again. Wouldn't be surprised if the snapping returned. It always seemed to. "I reckon we're gonna have to switch with people.. So that we get different fortunes or something?" Or that too. But the snapping was always a possibility. Always.
Adding the last of the ingredients into the bowl, Zander couldn't help but feel mighty proud of himself. He hadn't managed to get any of it on his head so this was a pretty big step, y'know? One small step for wizard; One big leap for wizardkind! Anyways. Now for the mixing. The Gryffindor went ahead and grabbed a spoon, following Grayson's suit and making sure to clean it first. Incase Culloden was spying in on them or something. That man was everywhere! Aaaaaaand now for the mixing!!
At first it was pretty simple, you know with everything being so liquidy and powdery. But once all the ingredients molded together, it got a little tougher. But he could work through it! Totally strong Gryffindor guy over here. Nothing to see. It was all in a days work really. Ahum, sort of. O___O Eat the dough?! But if this was the way to be cool... Then why not? Maybe this is how he got his hair to be so shiny. By eating dough. "Alright, let's do it!" Mixing, mixing, mixing, and moooore mixing!!-- "I reckon it's done, what do you think?" Yes, what do you think oh ever-so-cool one? What do you think? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah............. Chef Z was definitely happy. Of course, Grayson understood because who WOULDN'T be happy to work with him? 'Xactly. But he wasn't used to people being so happy around him. So this was NEW. And certainly welcome. Hang out with him more, mkay Whitty? Good. Soooooo, that goofy grin was matched with a smile of his own. Feel special, Adair.
What?
WHAT?!
They had to eat OTHER PEOPLE'S cookies? "You mean we'll have to politely eat someone else's cookies, even if it tastes like dragon dung?" Oh jeez. OH MAN. Grayson already had trouble being polite in situations like that, but this would really take the cake. Talk about difficult, man. There was NO way he could be polite in a situation like that. "I guess you're right. That way we can really see if our fortunes come true." Which raised another point: if people had written down some ridiculous things, Grayson was going to lose all faith in humanity.
He didn't know about Culloden but this fifteen year old was certainly proud of the cleaning spell that Z had used. Very proud. "Culloden would be impressed with that, you know." Uh huh. That man had taught them very well, hadn't he?
While Zander went ahead and mixed the ingredients up, Whitty went ahead and started spreading out the cookie sheet on a tray. He wasn't dumb. 'Course not. This was important, even he knew that. Two tablespoons were picked up and Grayson had oooooonly managed to clean them both when the Gryffindor's words reached his ears. Looking up, the Slytherin leaaaaaaaant over and peeked at the inside of the bowl. He scooped up some of the dough and inspected it before placing the dough onto the cookie sheet. "Brilliant! It looks smooth enough. Good job, man!"
"Here!" he said, holding out a tablespoon with his left hand and using the one in his right hand to scoop out some more of the cookie dough. Dude can feel like a dough!digger too. They had quite a bit to scoop out after all.
__________________  |