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Waddles · 05-15-2021, 09:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

If Mamie had asked, she would know that Florrie actually enjoyed books - certain books, that was. Florrie enjoyed mysteries and horror stories. Or, so she would say. In reality, Florrie love romance and drama, but there was no way she was admitting that to anyone. All of the covers were charmed to look like something else.

Magical theory, though? Definitely boring. Peering into the bag, Florrie checked. "Some chocolate chip, some oatmeal raisin." An unpopular opinion, of course, but Florrie was a fan. Pulling one of the latter out, she offered the bag to Mamie.

Chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin? Seemed normal enough, and unlikely to be...nutty. Florrie didn't seem nutty herself, so Margaret accepted a cookie gladly. "Thank you," she said, taking a cautious bite. Tasted like...raisins...oatmeal...no cashew taste. Though, to be fair, she didn't think she knew what cashews tasted like anymore. "They're delicious! Did you make them, or the elves?"

Either way, she was impressed. She was usually to uncomfortable to go to the kitchens and ask the house elves for extra snacks. She preferred to just smuggle extra apples or cookies or sandwiches from breakfast or lunch. You never knew when you would be hungry. Well, she knew. She would always be hungry. Being a teenager meant she was a l w a y s hungry. And while she tried to eat healthy so she could be strong for Quidditch, sometimes a girl needed cookies.

"Why cookies?" she asked the fifth year curiously.

05-15-2021, 09:45 PM	#8 (permalink)
Waddles Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,532 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley If Mamie had asked, she would know that Florrie actually enjoyed books - certain books, that was. Florrie enjoyed mysteries and horror stories. Or, so she would say. In reality, Florrie love romance and drama, but there was no way she was admitting that to anyone. All of the covers were charmed to look like something else. Magical theory, though? Definitely boring. Peering into the bag, Florrie checked. "Some chocolate chip, some oatmeal raisin." An unpopular opinion, of course, but Florrie was a fan. Pulling one of the latter out, she offered the bag to Mamie. Chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin? Seemed normal enough, and unlikely to be...nutty. Florrie didn't seem nutty herself, so Margaret accepted a cookie gladly. "Thank you," she said, taking a cautious bite. Tasted like...raisins...oatmeal...no cashew taste. Though, to be fair, she didn't think she knew what cashews tasted like anymore. "They're delicious! Did you make them, or the elves?" Either way, she was impressed. She was usually to uncomfortable to go to the kitchens and ask the house elves for extra snacks. She preferred to just smuggle extra apples or cookies or sandwiches from breakfast or lunch. You never knew when you would be hungry. Well, she knew. She would always be hungry. Being a teenager meant she was a l w a y s hungry. And while she tried to eat healthy so she could be strong for Quidditch, sometimes a girl needed cookies. "Why cookies?" she asked the fifth year curiously. __________________