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Harron Peasley · 05-22-2021, 12:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

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.

Florrie watched Mamie curiously as she took a cookie, and an amused smile crossed her face when she asked if she had made them. For a moment, Florrie was tempted to lie and claim the delicious cookies were of course her own creation, but instead she found herself shaking her head. "The elves. I'm not very good in the kitchen."

As for why cookies, the fifth year could only shrug. "I don't know, I went in for a sandwich and they decided I needed cookies, too." And, honestly, it was very difficult to say no to the elves when they offered you treats.

05-22-2021, 12:58 PM	#9 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,590 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Third Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles 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. Florrie watched Mamie curiously as she took a cookie, and an amused smile crossed her face when she asked if she had made them. For a moment, Florrie was tempted to lie and claim the delicious cookies were of course her own creation, but instead she found herself shaking her head. "The elves. I'm not very good in the kitchen." As for why cookies, the fifth year could only shrug. "I don't know, I went in for a sandwich and they decided I needed cookies, too." And, honestly, it was very difficult to say no to the elves when they offered you treats. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽