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The familiar scent of freshly baked bread and warm stews drifting through the air as Nyle stepped inside the kitchens for class. His boots scuffed softly against the stone floor and left a trail of dirt in his wake, the clinking of the small pouch of plants at his waist a gentle, rhythmic accompaniment to his quickened steps. His fingers twitched in anticipation, tempted to explore or see if there were anymore of those flaky pasties filled with roasted root vegetables leftover from breakfast, but he quickly reminded himself that he was here for class and not eating.
Nyle gave a polite nod to the professor and a soft, "Good day, Professor Feirgrund," adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, as he made his way towards his Hufflepuff housemates but still off to the side - in spite of the encouragement and kind treatment from the feast, Nyle hadn't quite shaken his nerves around older and wiser peers - and his cheeks blossomed accordingly upon greeting them with a meek, "Hello." Still, the kitchen had a comforting chaos to it, a world of potential enchantments hidden within every bubbling pot, every gleaming kettle. It was full of "what ifs" when it came to charmswork, though his mum and dad always preferred doing things by hand, wandless. Still, Nyle couldn’t help but hope that whatever they learned today might have some practical use for the phials in his pockets. Nyle was confident with charmswork, especially when in application to herbology, but the idea of applying magic to cooking felt like a different kind of challenge entirely. That was a whole new level of precision he wasn’t sure he had.
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