Cassadee gasped as a small house elf brought over a HUGE pot. "I - is that all peanut butter cookies?!" She squealed, taking the pot from the elf's arms and putting it down on the impeccably clean floor to open up the lid. They were cookies! Every single one was a perfectly round, fat peanut butter cookie, the peanutty-goodness aroma drifting up into the air.

"Yummy!" Cassadee squealed, grabbing maybe half a dozen, no more, no less. "Thank you, house elf!" She said, giving the little creature a big bear hug before running out of the kitchen, already excited at the circumstances.

Varius sauntered into the kitchen with Celandine on his arm, "I think, so long as it is white it will give off the right effect, don't you think?" He responded to her previous question.

Looking around the kitchen he could see it was busy with a couple of students and a couple of staff members as well. Choosing to ignore them for the most part and only offer a smile, his eyes hunted for the flour he so desperately needed.

"Where do you think they keep the flour in this place?" he whispered, trying to hide the cause of why they were here from the others. He hadn't even thought to call over a house elf and have them get him the stuff.

"White?" Celandine thought about it. "I guess so..." Wait... what? They were in a kitchen, not a garden.

FloUR?

She let go of Varius and stared at him. "Like... baking flour?" Was Professor Bunbury a cookie fan or something? "How much do you need?" And why? Oh well. Cela was happy to help.

"Yes baking flour," Varius blinked, "What did you think I was talking about?" Varius' faith was slowly decreasing in Celandine's ability to make his plan work... he had to trust her though, they had come this far and Varius couldn't be bothered going all the way back up to the owlery to ask someone else to help him.

"Well, I need quite a lot so I can cover my whole body," he felt strangely alone now that he was aware Cela had no idea what he had been meaning this entire time.

Natasha walked into the kitchen with a smile as she looked around, she had been in her last year, but still, this place really was so cool. She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she looked around, deciding what to get now that she was here.

Rather than ask any more questions Celandine just accepted it and looked around. Okay. Flour to cover his body? Okay...

"Excuse me? House elves? Could we please have a sack of flour?"

She raised an eyebrow at him as he told her she was quite right. Hmm, she didn't like being told she was wrong when it came to things about magical creatures. "I'm kind to all magical creatures and muggles alike. We were all created equally and endowed by that creator with the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." She told him. her father had taught her that, and growing up with friends who were centaurs and a progressive house elf helped fuel this teachings. "Wizards can't control their own tongues how presumptuous of us to try and rule over magical creatures." Her brown eyes flashing as she spoke.

She looked at the elf, and felt a friendship forming. Beezley was so personable. She bowed to her and gave her a big smile. "Ms. Beezley please call me Paris." She told her gently. She didn't like being called Mistress, it gave her a funny feeling of slavery and that was never a good thing given her families history with slavery under British rule.

Ethan leaned forward and whispered so that only Beezley and possibly Cari could hear, "I think you are fast becoming my favourite elf, but don't tell anyone."

Ethan sat up and regarded the Slytherin quidditch captain for a moment. "While I appreciate the lecture," He did not. "I don't think anyone here was arguing your point. And I suggest you watch your own tongue and in particular your tone, and perhaps try to be a little less presumptuous as far as jumping on a soapbox without any provocation goes, especially to a professor. I expect more from a Slytherin. Are we clear?" He ate another cookie and watched the young girl calmly.

Reluctantly, Beezley put one knobby little leg in front of the other and headed over to the studentsie asking for an entire bag of flour. Oh, no, no, no. This could not be good. A studentsie with an entire bag of flour?!? Algamus would not easily forgive Beezley for giving away an entire bag of flour. Reaching the girl, Beezley bowed once, then said, "Oh, Missus, Beezley is sorry, but she must ask why Misses needs a whole bag of flour. Algamus would not like Beezley giving away a whole bag," she said. She walked a bit closer and then leaned in slightly. "Is Missus up to no good?"

Feeling quite loved, Beezley smiled that same toothy grin once again, the nodded once to the young mistress. "P...P...Par...Paris, thank you very much," she said, her big, bug eyes dancing with happiness. Beezley didn't like calling Mistress by her first name, but Beezley must obey Mistress, and if first name is what she wanted to be called, then first name it would be.

Beezley gasped in happiness and clasped both hands together. Master had made Beezley happy! Beezley would forever be kind to Master, of course. Beezley would bring him food and make sure his rooms were clean and well-kept. Beezley would repay Master in many nice ways. "Ohh, sir! You have made Beezley very happy. Beezley thanks you," she said, in the same hushed tone he'd used.

Master was not speaking softly to young mistress, though. Young mistress had said bad words to master. Beezley's bug eyes were no longer dancing with happiness. They were a reflection of worry for what had upset Master. As fast as her knobby legs would take her, Beezley ran behind Master and hid. Beezley would stay here until coast was clear. The students were here to steal her flour, too! Ohh, help Master, please help Beezley!

She smiled at Beezley. "Good we are well on our way to be friends." Paris told her. It was hard being away from home being away from Tweet. She was all together a different sort of house elf and Paris wished they all could be like her. She even liked to go to the markets in Paris to buy fabric to make her own clothes. Paris loved going on those sorts of trips with her. She loved fashion period. Even if it was polka dot tea cozies.



She looked at him for a moment wondering if the man was just looking for a reason to take points off.

She hadn't spoke to him out of turn. She was telling him why she treated elves with the same respect she treated wizards and muggles alike. She was making conversation, and in fact she had hoped to talk to him about that very matter as he was the History of Magic professor. "You made a comment about me being nice to house elves as if that were a strange occurrence and I said that I am nice to all magical creatures and then I explained why I am the way that I am. I didn't take any sort of tone with you or even get on a soap box. In fact I was hoping that we could discuss this very issue" She explained to him calmly. She couldn't help it if she was passionate about that subject.

She set her plate down and stood up. "But don't worry about me bothering you ever again with my grandstanding. And we are crystal clear on everything Professor." She wiped her hands. "Thank you for the repast Ms. Beezley." she smiled at the house elf. She would make a point to visit the kitchens more often. She turned to leave the kitchens and head back to the common room. She would rummage around in her trunk for something to eat.

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Ethan leaned forward and whispered so that only Beezley and possibly Cari could hear, "I think you are fast becoming my favourite elf, but don't tell anyone."



Ethan sat up and regarded the Slytherin quidditch captain for a moment. "While I appreciate the lecture," He did not. "I don't think anyone here was arguing your point. And I suggest you watch your own tongue and in particular your tone, and perhaps try to be a little less presumptuous as far as jumping on a soapbox without any provocation goes, especially to a professor. I expect more from a Slytherin. Are we clear?" He ate another cookie and watched the young girl calmly.

Cari ignored Ethan's distaste for pie, instead choosing to eat it herself. Chewing thoughtfully, she listened to the things going on around her rather than participating. It wasn't until Ethan expressed his affection for little Beezley and the Captain with a questionable attitude got even more questionable that she chose to rejoin the conversation

"Mine too-" Whoa!

Apparently Ethan had the ability to be authoritarian when he needed to be, and if he hadn't had said something to Paris Greenwood, rest assured Caroline would have. You don't grow up with three younger siblings and effectively run a hospital wing without being able to gently and sometimes not so gently tell people what is what.

And how to address your professors.

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Reluctantly, Beezley put one knobby little leg in front of the other and headed over to the studentsie asking for an entire bag of flour. Oh, no, no, no. This could not be good. A studentsie with an entire bag of flour?!? Algamus would not easily forgive Beezley for giving away an entire bag of flour. Reaching the girl, Beezley bowed once, then said, "Oh, Missus, Beezley is sorry, but she must ask why Misses needs a whole bag of flour. Algamus would not like Beezley giving away a whole bag," she said. She walked a bit closer and then leaned in slightly. "Is Missus up to no good?"



Feeling quite loved, Beezley smiled that same toothy grin once again, the nodded once to the young mistress. "P...P...Par...Paris, thank you very much," she said, her big, bug eyes dancing with happiness. Beezley didn't like calling Mistress by her first name, but Beezley must obey Mistress, and if first name is what she wanted to be called, then first name it would be.



Beezley gasped in happiness and clasped both hands together. Master had made Beezley happy! Beezley would forever be kind to Master, of course. Beezley would bring him food and make sure his rooms were clean and well-kept. Beezley would repay Master in many nice ways. "Ohh, sir! You have made Beezley very happy. Beezley thanks you," she said, in the same hushed tone he'd used.

Master was not speaking softly to young mistress, though. Young mistress had said bad words to master. Beezley's bug eyes were no longer dancing with happiness. They were a reflection of worry for what had upset Master. As fast as her knobby legs would take her, Beezley ran behind Master and hid. Beezley would stay here until coast was clear. The students were here to steal her flour, too! Ohh, help Master, please help Beezley!

Cari scooted closer to Ethan, a united front, and it shielded Beezley, who seemed anxious, and hiding. "It'll be alright now Beezley, relax," she assured the little elf.

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She smiled at Beezley. "Good we are well on our way to be friends." Paris told her. It was hard being away from home being away from Tweet. She was all together a different sort of house elf and Paris wished they all could be like her. She even liked to go to the markets in Paris to buy fabric to make her own clothes. Paris loved going on those sorts of trips with her. She loved fashion period. Even if it was polka dot tea cozies.





She looked at him for a moment wondering if the man was just looking for a reason to take points off.

She hadn't spoke to him out of turn. She was telling him why she treated elves with the same respect she treated wizards and muggles alike. She was making conversation, and in fact she had hoped to talk to him about that very matter as he was the History of Magic professor. "You made a comment about me being nice to house elves as if that were a strange occurrence and I said that I am nice to all magical creatures and then I explained why I am the way that I am. I didn't take any sort of tone with you or even get on a soap box. In fact I was hoping that we could discuss this very issue" She explained to him calmly. She couldn't help it if she was passionate about that subject.

She set her plate down and stood up. "But don't worry about me bothering you ever again with my grandstanding. And we are crystal clear on everything Professor." She wiped her hands. "Thank you for the repast Ms. Beezley." she smiled at the house elf. She would make a point to visit the kitchens more often. She turned to leave the kitchens and head back to the common room. She would rummage around in her trunk for something to eat.

"It was nice to meet you Paris," Cari said pointedly, as the girl was leaving the room. "I hope next time I see you, you remember your manners. Fewer misunderstandings happen when we bring them along. Wouldn't you agree?"

She turned to the woman who felt the need to just to add in her unwanted two knuts. "Since when is it ill manners to enter into a discussion with a professor? He made a comment about something and I attempted to explain my behavior in reference to the comment that Professor Truebridge made. Now there may have been a breakdown in my delivery or how he received it, which I apologize for. That was never my intention, but I wasn't out of line and I didn't speak out of turn." She pointed out to her.

“Paris, this is not up for discussion, whether it was your intention to or not, you came across as rude. It is not just about what you say; it is how you say it and until I see evidence of you learning to watch your tongue that will be 5 points from Slytherin.” Truebridge told her, with a level gaze.

“Furthermore, if you wish to get into a discussion about such things, the classroom is the place to do that, and as I have not yet seen any evidence of you being particularly talented in the subject which I teach, it would be wise for you to learn and to listen rather than jump to conclusions and preach on a subject that you are not quite as informed about as you seem to think. Did you wish to take a cookie on your way out?” Ethan offered her the plate, a completely bland expression on his face.

She looked at him as he looked at her. If a staring down was what he intended to give she was going to give him one right back. She wasn't scared him or anything that he felt the need to do to her. She could earn back the points he took.

She looked at them both. They were unbelievable. She didn't bother answering his question as she turned her back on him and walked out of the kitchen. She intended for that to be the last time she spoke to or even saw either of them.

Varius turned to the little elf, they were oh so cute, really. "Hey little guy, it's not really for her, it's for me. You see I need to cover myself in flour... it may not even take up a whole bag... just enough to make me look white... I need to tell someone... something, and I feel they would appreciate it more and be more comfortable if I was well.... all white."

Then he caught a whiff of some foul smell, "Do you smell that?" he said not only to Celandine, but the teachers and other students in the kitchen, "It smells like damp. You'd think the dungeons were flooding or something."

Coughing and more out of breath than she'd ever been, Anna made her way to the kitchen level and began searching room after room after room. Surely there was a staff member here somewhere! Perhaps the Hufflepuff Head of House or some other hungry professor? Ohh, the kitchens! Must search the kitchens! Rounding the corner, Anna ran into the kitchen...walking just wouldn't do at the moment. Ohh, oh, oh! Two at once!

"Healer Avalon! Professor Truebridge! You must come quickly! The dungeon level is flooding! It's waist deep now, and there are several students in grave danger! Professor Kazimeriz has instructed me to get the students out of the detention halls, but I can't seem to get in. None of the spells I've tried have worked!" she said, barely breathing as she spoke a million miles a minute.

Oh wow, who would have thought? Varius had been right. "You really suit the wet look," he complimented her, "Seriously." He appeared completely unphased of the danger the students seemed to be in.

Where was that flour?

This would normally be the moment where Anna said something like, 'Thanks, Tipps. You don't look so bad yourself'...,but this was neither the time nor the place. Besides, Tipps was a second year, and when Anna addressed him as 'looking good', she merely meant in a 'you're so cute, I could pinch your cheeks' way. The school was in loads of danger now, though, and the Head Girl was on a mission to do her part to save whoever and whatever she could. So instead of small talk, she simply glanced over at the boy and said, "Thanks. I rest assure you, Tipps, that I'm pleased to know I look decent in the fact of danger." That last line was more or less a sarcastic joke, though. She smiled politely, then turned from the youngster and looked back up at the two staff members she'd just been talking with.

Just as Cari was about to tell the little boy not to make jokes about things like that, the Head Girl burst into the Kitchen.

Caroline had to sit down.

"Flooding?" she squeaked.

Ooooh Noooo!

She didn't want to do this. But then drowning is not a fate she'd wish on someone else. It's positively terrifying. Cari was positively terrified.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This is a boggart. A very clever little boggart telling me my worst fear is in the dungeon... Okay, that doesn't make sense at all.

There were several good reasons for her to run away as fast as she could.

And one good one for getting shakily to her feet and saying, "The dungeons then? Okay, I - I can do that? Ethan, are you coming?"

Please please PLEASE come with me because if I freak out... well, yeah...

Because she was pretty sure she'd never go if she didn't make up her mind to do it, Caroline marched purposefully out the kitchen doors. Her face screwed up like she was headed for the gallows.

Anna's face morphed into a look that fell somewhere in between horror and concern. She dashed over to the Healer, concerned over how her news had startled the woman so. Anna knew the news was devestating, and the poor healer was surely taking it hard. Then again, so was everyone. "Oh, Healer Avalon, I know this is such disturbing new, yes?" Anna said, placing the palm of her hand on the woman's back. "Yes, flooding. I've managed to get a lot of the students out, and I even swam one to safety, so things are coming along quite nicely as far as the evacuation is concerned. Professor Kazimeriz is down there helping as well. I just need some assistance swimming into and out of the detention halls."

Anna turned and looked towards Professor Truebridge when he was asked to come along, as well. Two staff members would definitely be better than just one. When the healer stood up to head down to the dungeons, Anna turned and followed her right on out the door.

That intern lady was gone? Yes?

Excellent, Jake could get what he came for.

Stepping boldly into the kitchen and conveniently oblivious to any catastrophe in the rest of the castle, so he was obviously NOT taking advantage of that distraction, Jake looked around for one of them nifty little house elves he liked.

HE NEEDED SUGARRRRRRRRR!

Ethan just looked between Anna and Cari, took another mouthful of food and washed it down with a sip of pumpkin juice before standing up. "I'm coming."

He frowned a little at Jake and Varius... those two Hufflepuffs seemed to be up to no good. "Beezley... don't let these two get up to any mischief." With that he followed Cari and Anna down to the dungeons, his wand already drawn and casting impervius on himself.

"Oh no Beezley. I'm not up to no good." It was true. "I promise. Maybe you could let me have half a bag? See, I'd eat that much worth of cookies anyway so it's like the same as giving me a fresh batch of cookies except I'd be more thankful! Pleeeeaase Beezley?" Celandine's eyes widened and she pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaded with the little elf.

She looked up at Anna when she came in and decided she wouldn't be an idiot and go down to see the flooding, for one thing... there might be grindylows. Shudder.

After sorting out the flour, she figured she might go up to see if she could help somewhere else though, at least to make sure all her housemates were present and accounted for.

Looking around at his, now alot less intimidating surroundings, Jake's eyes picked up on Varius and Cela... and they wanted... flour? Didn't they know how TASTELESS that stuff was? Ewww.

"Hey guys," Jake smiled at them, looking around for a house elf... maybe not this Beezley fellow, who seemed like he was about to follow orders and not let anyone get up to no good.

Did Tinka hear studentsies talking about flour? Blink, blink. Why did studentsies need flour? They didn't need to cook, did they? The house elves were there so that the studentsies could study and not cook!

Tinka walks quickly to Beezley and the studentsies with the huuuuge pot of cookies, certain that what the mistress wanted was to bake cookies. "Mis'ss," She called. "Tinka has many cookies here! Mis'ss doesn't have to bake cookies herself!" And to prove her point, she settled down the pot on the floor and opened it to reveal what were probably hundreds of cookies. "Tinka can bake more if mis'ss wants more," She nodded.