03-03-2018, 07:22 PM
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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: G! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Compootor As much as Garreth hated stopping in the middle of a chapter, the creeping ache in his belly had eventually been too much to handle, and he'd been forced to stop reading to leave the library and head down to the kitchen for a bite to eat. It wasn't unusual for him to head down there by himself as his eating habits were rather strange and often didn't sync up with those of his friends. But that's fine, right? So what if he liked to eat weird things at weird times of the day?
This time, however, he was surprised to find Professor Stewart observing the house elves. For some reason, it hadn't even occurred to him that the staff ever went down there! But of course they did. The professors have to eat too! He paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. On one hand, he'd never been able to resist any opportunity to fraternize with the professors at Hogwarts. On the other hand, his visits to the kitchen were most often a solitary affair, and to be honest, he liked it that way. "Afternoon, Professor." he spoke after a moment of careful consideration, doing his best not to startle her. Being rather jumpy himself, he knew what an awful feeling that was. "Supervising the Elves, are you?" he smiled, stepping forward into the room. He kept his body facing the professor even as he slowly sauntered over towards one of the tables to fix himself a snack.
Kay decided she would be less of a bother to the elves by grabbing a snack that was already prepared. Why take the creatures away from their work by asking them where they kept this ingredient and that. The same went for the utensils. Heavens! She didn't know where they were kept! But what delicious treats did they have? Blue eyes moved towards the tables. She could do with a slice of pie or cake.
The woman didn't jump at the gentle greeting but she did look around to see one seventh year Ravenclaw. "Mr. Kenway! Good afternoon.'' She laughed. "I'm not. I don't think they need supervising from any of us since they're so organised. I'm here to get a snack and it seems I have the craving for cake.'' She followed him to the table. "Is butter a carb?'' the professor wondered mildly, spotting a stick of butter in a dish on the table. |
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