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MadMadamMalfoy · 09-25-2020, 05:52 AM

SPOILER!!: Claudine <3

Heath was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Claudine come in until he heard that familiar voice. Still stirring the pan of caramellate, he turned his head to look at her. “Hi,” he whispered, smiling slightly, though his eyes reflected every bit of guilt and anger he felt. ”I wasn’t sure you would come…” For what was probably the thousandth time today, his thoughts wandered to that travesty of a DADA lesson and all the trouble he caused her in it, but her next words jerked him back to the present before he could fall too far down the rabbit hole of self-loathing.

He shook his head emphatically, spilling his dark hair into his face. “And you’ll keep it until the week is out,” he said firmly. She already had a detention because of him; he would not be the reason she lost her wand too! He trusted her with his own wand a lot more than he’d trust Trent with hers if he found out she’d given it back. In fact, she was the only person here, other than his sister, who he would trust with his wand! Was it weird to tell her that? It seemed weird, but who knows? It might cheer her up. “I trust you with it.”

The caramel-y smell wafting through the air reminded Heath of the mixture simmering in the pan, and he turned his attention back to the stove. How long was that supposed to stay on? He glanced at the recipe he’d written down. It said three minutes, but the problem was he’d lost track of how much time had passed since it started simmering. Only one way to tell if it was done! He grabbed a clean spoon to taste test it. Oh yeah, that was definitely done! Any longer, and it might’ve burnt.

After turning off the stove, he started to reach for his wand to summon a couple of mugs and… Right, he didn’t have his wand anymore. Never mind, he’d just get the mugs out of the cabinet himself. He soon found two tall glass mugs and filled them with hot caramellate. “Here, I thought you could use this,” he said, setting one of the mugs on the table in front of Claudine. After a day like this, he imagined everyone could use some cheering up… well, except the headmaster and his new star pupil ~~Upchuck~~ Upstead. Those two took too much pleasure in their own ruthlessness to need cheering up from him! “It’s not as good as Expresso Patronum, but it’s something…”

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,075 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	a bajillion years later Sorry for the delay! Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll SPOILER!!: Claudine <3 Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 It had been a terrible start to her fourth year, with DADA. It was official: Claudine loathed Trent and his lessons were by far her worst. Even Muggle Studies was better for her, and that had started off as the worst one given her limited knowledge on Muggles. The rest of the day had improved slightly with the other lessons; the other professors were more tolerable. Still, she felt terrible because Heath’s wand was in her possession the entire time. Poor Heath. Stupid Trent with his stupid lesson activity. Claudine, still somewhat down, had still agreed to meet Heath in the kitchen after classes. She had no idea what he was planning but the place seemed to be ‘their’ space. The girl didn't mind this one bit; the kitchen was always a good place to relax. Maybe she would ask the elves for some cookies… rainbow cookies if they had any. Stepping into the kitchen, she immediately spotted Heath. To her, he seemed lost in thought. Claudine hesitated a moment, hovering slightly away from where he stood. Should she disturb him? I should, she decided almost immediately, especially if he might burn whatever it is he was making. “Hi, Heath,’’ the girl said softly, not wanting to startle him. “I’ve got your wand with me if you need it to help you cook.” Heath was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Claudine come in until he heard that familiar voice. Still stirring the pan of caramellate, he turned his head to look at her. “Hi,” he whispered, smiling slightly, though his eyes reflected every bit of guilt and anger he felt. ”I wasn’t sure you would come…” For what was probably the thousandth time today, his thoughts wandered to that travesty of a DADA lesson and all the trouble he caused her in it, but her next words jerked him back to the present before he could fall too far down the rabbit hole of self-loathing. He shook his head emphatically, spilling his dark hair into his face. “And you’ll keep it until the week is out,” he said firmly. She already had a detention because of him; he would not be the reason she lost her wand too! He trusted her with his own wand a lot more than he’d trust Trent with hers if he found out she’d given it back. In fact, she was the only person here, other than his sister, who he would trust with his wand! Was it weird to tell her that? It seemed weird, but who knows? It might cheer her up. “I trust you with it.” The caramel-y smell wafting through the air reminded Heath of the mixture simmering in the pan, and he turned his attention back to the stove. How long was that supposed to stay on? He glanced at the recipe he’d written down. It said three minutes, but the problem was he’d lost track of how much time had passed since it started simmering. Only one way to tell if it was done! He grabbed a clean spoon to taste test it. Oh yeah, that was definitely done! Any longer, and it might’ve burnt. After turning off the stove, he started to reach for his wand to summon a couple of mugs and… Right, he didn’t have his wand anymore. Never mind, he’d just get the mugs out of the cabinet himself. He soon found two tall glass mugs and filled them with hot caramellate. “Here, I thought you could use this,” he said, setting one of the mugs on the table in front of Claudine. After a day like this, he imagined everyone could use some cheering up… well, except the headmaster and his new star pupil ~~Upchuck~~ Upstead. Those two took too much pleasure in their own ruthlessness to need cheering up from him! “It’s not as good as Expresso Patronum, but it’s something…” __________________ 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...