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MadMadamMalfoy · 07-17-2020, 01:00 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Claudine was too drained to even begin to try to figure out what emotions Heath was feeling. She did notice though, that he had his eyes on full display again which was weird as he usually kept them hidden by his hair. She remembered that much. “No, it wasn’t you. Just… a very weird dream.’’ Though it would be nice if President could communicate via human speech. Claudine blinked up at Heats. “You’re awfully stubborn, aren’t you?’’ Despite her telling him to leave, she was relieved for his presence. Some would want their mothers but she didn’t have one, and at this point, she didn’t really remember much of her extended family so a friend would have to do.

Chicken soup? That’s right! It was the intention of making herself some of that soup that had brought her here. “That’s actually what I would like to eat. Piping chicken soup.’’ The Slytherin took a swipe at her nose with tissue. “Anything’s better than the Pepper Up potion at this point. Are you sure you want to make me some of your Grandma’s special recipe, Heats?’’ She had to be sure because she was not going to make him go out of his way to help her. This girl was more of the strong, independent type who didn’t need no man.*

She certainly did not feel this way at the time.

Heath was dying to know what exactly that weird dream was - must be the Ravenclaw curiosity in him - but he didn't ask. Poor Claudine already sounded so terrible! The last thing he wanted was to make it worse, so he wouldn't make her talk any more than was absolutely necessary.

Try as he might to stifle it, a slight chuckle escaped him at Claudine's next words. He quickly shot her an apologetic look to show that he wasn't laughing at her, just in case she didn't remember that he would never do that. It was just funny because his family told him the same thing all the time, but he didn't see it. If anything, he thought the opposite. Usually he'd go along with whatever others wanted in a desperate bid for approval. "Only about the important things," he replied. Like taking care of a sick friend.

Heath half-expected Claudine to put up more of a fight against his offer. He blinked, unsure whether to feel relieved or even more worried. He didn't want to argue with one of his only friends, but the fact that Claudine was allowing him to help her showed just how sick she was. This wasn't like her! She was strong, and she had a mind of her own. That was what he liked about her! He was so conflicted that he didn't hear her call him the wrong name, and if he did, he wouldn't have cared. She could call him by any name she wanted, as long as she called him her friend.

Heath nodded, smiling slightly. "Of course I want to," he said. The problem was he'd never made Granny Jones's chicken soup on his own before! He'd watched her make it countless times. He'd helped her add and stir things, but that was the extent of his cooking skills. Not only that, but he was having trouble recalling the ingredients. There was chicken (obviously!) and a broth base for the soup and… some kind of noodles. What were the flat, sort of wavy noodles called? Oh, egg noodles! Hmm… what else? There were some veggies in there too, carrots and… something else. Celery, maybe?

Heath looked back at Claudine as he bustled about, gathering supplies. "I have no idea how long this'll take," he said. "Would you like something warm to drink while you wait?"

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,077 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Claudine was too drained to even begin to try to figure out what emotions Heath was feeling. She did notice though, that he had his eyes on full display again which was weird as he usually kept them hidden by his hair. She remembered that much. “No, it wasn’t you. Just… a very weird dream.’’ Though it would be nice if President could communicate via human speech. Claudine blinked up at Heats. “You’re awfully stubborn, aren’t you?’’ Despite her telling him to leave, she was relieved for his presence. Some would want their mothers but she didn’t have one, and at this point, she didn’t really remember much of her extended family so a friend would have to do. Chicken soup? That’s right! It was the intention of making herself some of that soup that had brought her here. “That’s actually what I would like to eat. Piping chicken soup.’’ The Slytherin took a swipe at her nose with tissue. “Anything’s better than the Pepper Up potion at this point. Are you sure you want to make me some of your Grandma’s special recipe, Heats?’’ She had to be sure because she was not going to make him go out of his way to help her. This girl was more of the strong, independent type who didn’t need no man.* She certainly did not feel this way at the time. Heath was dying to know what exactly that weird dream was - must be the Ravenclaw curiosity in him - but he didn't ask. Poor Claudine already sounded so terrible! The last thing he wanted was to make it worse, so he wouldn't make her talk any more than was absolutely necessary. Try as he might to stifle it, a slight chuckle escaped him at Claudine's next words. He quickly shot her an apologetic look to show that he wasn't laughing at her, just in case she didn't remember that he would never do that. It was just funny because his family told him the same thing all the time, but he didn't see it. If anything, he thought the opposite. Usually he'd go along with whatever others wanted in a desperate bid for approval. "Only about the important things," he replied. Like taking care of a sick friend. Heath half-expected Claudine to put up more of a fight against his offer. He blinked, unsure whether to feel relieved or even more worried. He didn't want to argue with one of his only friends, but the fact that Claudine was allowing him to help her showed just how sick she was. This wasn't like her! She was strong, and she had a mind of her own. That was what he liked about her! He was so conflicted that he didn't hear her call him the wrong name, and if he did, he wouldn't have cared. She could call him by any name she wanted, as long as she called him her friend. Heath nodded, smiling slightly. "Of course I want to," he said. The problem was he'd never made Granny Jones's chicken soup on his own before! He'd watched her make it countless times. He'd helped her add and stir things, but that was the extent of his cooking skills. Not only that, but he was having trouble recalling the ingredients. There was chicken (obviously!) and a broth base for the soup and… some kind of noodles. What were the flat, sort of wavy noodles called? Oh, egg noodles! Hmm… what else? There were some veggies in there too, carrots and… something else. Celery, maybe? Heath looked back at Claudine as he bustled about, gathering supplies. "I have no idea how long this'll take," he said. "Would you like something warm to drink while you wait?" __________________ 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...