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Text Cut: Professor Stewart Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19  Hearing the outcry of pain, Kay whirled around? Which one of the precious students had gotten hurt? "Mr Jones.'' Her eyes had found him because the cry seemed to have come from his direction. "Did you hurt yourself?'' She couldn't see any injuries... 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!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
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