"OOh sounds good!" Emily turned back to the house elf. "Could you make us an apple pie please?" He happily obliged. hen he was done Emily walked over to Arya with the pie. "Is it okay if we just split it?"

"Of course! But were gonna need some forkes and pumkin juice as well."Arya looked at Emily hoping she would ask the house elves for both. She still wasn't comfortable enough to ask them herself.

Taking a small gasp of fresh air, Wesley, wide eyed, looked at Rhea and joined in the laughter with some giggles.

"I'm goo-" She was interrupted by her stomach, which apparently thought it deserved to answer first.

Wesley clutched her robes in front of her stomach and turned a light shade of pink. "I guess I'm hungry."

She gave an embarrassed smile, before raising her eyebrows with interest, "What about you? How are you doing? Are you trying out for the Quidditch team?" Asking questions made her think of more, and she continued, talking faster and faster, "How'sIrialdoing? Didyouseehoweverythingdriedbacktonormal,soyourbook sturnedoutfine? What areyoudoinghere? Areyouhungrytoo?"

Vanilla. Oops. What type of frosting would she use? Hopping off the counter, she went over to the cabinet that Destiny had pointed to and searched for frosting. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and...cream cheese? Cheese was a frosting?

"I guess I won't be using green frosting then." she said to herself, pulling out another vanilla frosting container. Vanilla and strawberry were good together right? Well vanilla and strawberry flavored ice cream went together so it must be true with all other foods right? RIGHT! "No green frosting..." she repeated again, really upset over the fact. Now it was going to be a really pink cupcake. UGH! Pink...

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"I told you you wouldn't find it if you didn't know it." He cast a glance at the other students in the kitchen, who were... all off doing their own things. His prefect badge was still in his pocket, which he was suddenly glad about. He was hoping to avoid talking to people. Sometimes... people saw that badge as a sign to engage him in conversation, for some reason.

What would be quick and easy to carry out? He didn't want to sit in here and eat. He'd been all but living off of fruit lately, so not that...

"I kinda want real food but..." he eyed the other students in the kitchen. "I don't want to stick around very long." He looked at Madiison. "What do you want."

Madiison decided to IGNORE that comment about not being able to find the kitchens. Because ... HMPH. Instead, the girl looked around, trying to see what was on menu. She was huuungry.

"I don't really CARE to be honest." Di told him, tugging on a lock of her hair impatiently. "Imm STARVING. I just need food to throw into my mouth."

The redhead pondered for a moment then said, "Buuuut maybe ... if they have lasagna ..."

YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

His father always told him when in doubt follow your nose, and the hungry Slytherin was doing just that. For someone who ate as much as Dillon did you would think he could figure out his way to the Great Hall for his meals, but he was still as lost and confused as ever and for the 3rd day that week he had missed at least two of the meals. And for Diggy Greenwood that just wasn't cutting it. He was used to at least 4 solid meals a day with plenty of snacking in between. He was a growing boy after all...at 5'4. At least he was taller than both of his older sisters who barely made it to 4'10

Back to his rumbling tummy which he felt was caving in on itself. With his nose in the air he was following it alright, and it was leading him to the wonderful smells of meat and cupcakes. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going he was too busy sniffing the smells waltzing up his nose and he ran smack into a wall.

There was a bright flash against his closed lids, "OW!" he howled his hands shooting up to his forehead and his eyes popping open at the same time. He kept rubbing his forehead as he looked up through watered eyes at the tapestry of a bowl of fruit. "I know I smell food," he said looking around to see that there weren't anymore doors down this corridor he found himself in.

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Madiison decided to IGNORE that comment about not being able to find the kitchens. Because ... HMPH. Instead, the girl looked around, trying to see what was on menu. She was huuungry.

"I don't really CARE to be honest." Di told him, tugging on a lock of her hair impatiently. "Imm STARVING. I just need food to throw into my mouth."

The redhead pondered for a moment then said, "Buuuut maybe ... if they have lasagna ..."

YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Lasagna sounded... so good right now. Raiden's stomach twisted, as if it were trying to strangle itself in its impatience. Where was a house elf? He peered around the corner of one shining counter... and there was one, yay. Squatting down, Raiden mumbled to the creature, who in turn bounced excitedly at the idea of getting food for him and Madiison. The little elf hurried off, and Raiden stood.

"He says he'll find you las-"

...back already?

The little elf had returned, carrying a tray on which was a large, laaaarge slab of lasagna and two plates with forks on them.

So FAST.

"Thanks," he murmured as he took the tray. The creature nodded enthusiastically before disappearing again, off to do... whatever it was they did in their spare time. Raiden held the tray out to Madiison.

"They're... really efficient sometimes."

Pffft, Evelyn wasn't thinking! 'You can totally change the vanilla frosting green. With your wand.' Usually Evelyn would come up with an idea like that. Since Destiny didn't know that spell, she would leave her frosting white. She didn't want it too green.

Destiny took a deep breath through her nose. The cupcakes were smelling so good, and when they start smelling, that means they are almost done. It felt like she was in the kitchen forever! She still needed something to do to pass the time, so she would clean up, not he muggle way. After a few wand points and mutterings, the kitchen was as clean as when they first arrived. Saved the house elves some trouble.

After stowing her wand, Destiny made her way over to the oven and opened it. After poking a random cupcake, she made the conclusion that they were indeed finished! Keeping yourself busy really does pass the time. 'Evelyn they are done!'

Well duh! She had already thought of using her wand. "I only know one color changing spell and the last time I did it on food, it was on that peep last year from Transfiguration class. Josh ate it and he was practically poisoned. I don't think the Professor would enjoy being poisoned and neither would I. Would probably cost me a few months in detention, not to mention how many points might be taken away." she said, watching Destiny clean the place. Would she get into trouble if it was an accident though? She could just blame it on bad cooking since she wasn't so good at it really...

The room was starting to smell even better than before now that the cupcakes were almost done. The sweet scent was nice for a few moments, making her imagine hanging out in an open field with a cupcake in hand, just enjoying the breeze, but after awhile it was starting to get too sickening. She could only stand so much sweetness.

They're done!? WOOT! "Really? Are you sure?" Destiny was probably sure, what was she asking that for!? She had more baking experience than Evelyn did anyway.

Getting sick from changing the food another color? 'Did Josh throw up or something?' Not that she really wanted to hear the answer. 'Never mind I don't want to know the answer.' She wouldn't be able to eat a cupcake, which she really wanted to do. 'Right, we don't want points taken away.' Not that they had a lot of points to take away. Third place is not where Slytherin's are supposed to be. 'And Lupa might think we did that on purpose.' Like the whole anti-werewolf campaign last term.

Was Evelyn questioning Destiny's cooking skillz? 'I'm positive. When I stick this fork in a cupcake, the fork comes out clean. That means they are done.' She summoned some pot holders, because she was too lazy yo walk over to them, and carefully took the trays out of the oven. They looked perfect! 'Tada!' She placed the strawberry cupcakes in front of Evelyn and the chocolate ones in front of herself. 'Now you can decorate them!' And that's what Destiny did.

"Well, no he didn't. I don't think." she mumbled, looking at the cupcakes that sat next to her on the counter and letting them cool a bit. At least, she didn't think he threw up. She did run all around the castle trying to find him and that took up some time. "But he still didn't look all that good. Sweating and really pale. Actually no, not pale. Really red like his skin was on fire or something."

Since Destiny was the expert on cooking, in Evelyn's mind, she decided to just believe her and jumped off the counter. If Destiny said they were ready, then they were ready! But now, how to decorate them? She had already decided on putting a piece of strawberry on the cupcake, but how to do the icing? If there was one thing that Evelyn was good at, it was being evil artistic and creative. She would figure out a way to make the cupcake look pretty.

Smirking, she took the now cool tray of cupcakes, strawberries, and frosting to the other side of the room so she could decorate in piece. Plus she wanted it to be a surprise, even to Destiny, so no one can look! Working on the frosting, she found a sharp knife near by, and cut the little strawberries into pieces before sticking on on each cupcake. She had failed the first couple times with the frosting before she got the hang of it, so really, only three were actually presentable enough to give to Professor Lupa. Eh, three was enough anyway. Too bad they were, insanely pink. *shudder* Hopefully the professor could handle this much pink.

But it still needed something that said, 'This is from Evelyn!'. And then she remembered what she had thought of before when they were mixing the ingredients. A rose! She should stick a rose on them. But not just any rose. An edible frosting one. AH! The three cupcakes were...PERFECT! Besides the irritating color.

That was a relief. Destiny would have to remember not to eat anything Evelyn changed colors. Why would Josh even eat that peep? Because Josh is crazy. That was true. 'At least he didn't..throw up.' Gah! It was making her sick just thinking about it.

Hey! Evelyn was being all secretive with her decorating. Like Destiny was going to copy off of her or something. Of course she wouldn't. She couldn't copy since they both had different flavor cupcakes anyway. If Evelyn wanted to be secretive, so would Destiny. Turning so her back was towards Evelyn, Destiny started to decorate. First she spread the vanilla frosting on all the cupcakes. Did she have to give all twelve to the professor? Maybe only half, then Destiny could eat them all at once. When she finished frosting, she grabbed the green sprinkles that she really wanted to eat, and shook it over each and every cupcake. Beautiful! 'I'm finished. I'm gonna eat one.' or five..

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Lasagna sounded... so good right now. Raiden's stomach twisted, as if it were trying to strangle itself in its impatience. Where was a house elf? He peered around the corner of one shining counter... and there was one, yay. Squatting down, Raiden mumbled to the creature, who in turn bounced excitedly at the idea of getting food for him and Madiison. The little elf hurried off, and Raiden stood.

"He says he'll find you las-"

...back already?

The little elf had returned, carrying a tray on which was a large, laaaarge slab of lasagna and two plates with forks on them.

So FAST.

"Thanks," he murmured as he took the tray. The creature nodded enthusiastically before disappearing again, off to do... whatever it was they did in their spare time. Raiden held the tray out to Madiison.

"They're... really efficient sometimes."

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

YUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

"MMHMM." Madiison nodded in agreement. The thirteen year old had stopped listening to Raiden the moment the lasagna appeared in front of her and her stomach bounced inside her with delight. The redhead was quite sure that, if it could, it would have squealed. Actually, she could already hear it squealing. Loud.

"Let's go eat." Di said, impatiently as she took the tray from Raiden and trotted off to the nearest table, not bothering to check if Raiden was following her. In that moment, she didn't really care. She was HUNGRY and the lasagna smelt deliiicious.

Her stomach was priority.

Caaarefully the girl grabbed a plate and started cutting the lasagna. Then she placed some on her plate before pursing her lips and staring at Raiden's plate as she wondered if she should place some on his or not.

Yes? No? Maybe?

...

Hmm. He could help himself.

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Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

YUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

"MMHMM." Madiison nodded in agreement. The thirteen year old had stopped listening to Raiden the moment the lasagna appeared in front of her and her stomach bounced inside her with delight. The redhead was quite sure that, if it could, it would have squealed. Actually, she could already hear it squealing. Loud.

"Let's go eat." Di said, impatiently as she took the tray from Raiden and trotted off to the nearest table, not bothering to check if Raiden was following her. In that moment, she didn't really care. She was HUNGRY and the lasagna smelt deliiicious.

Her stomach was priority.

Caaarefully the girl grabbed a plate and started cutting the lasagna. Then she placed some on her plate before pursing her lips and staring at Raiden's plate as she wondered if she should place some on his or not.

Yes? No? Maybe?

...

Hmm. He could help himself.

...grabby handed little woman, wasn't she. Raiden followed obediently, not caring enough to be annoyed at this point by the confiscation of the tray. The food was going over THERE and he was going to follow it. Before his stomach turned in on itself and became a black hole.

Taking the other plate, he picked up the utensils and quickly put some of the messy lasagna on it, not caring that a bit of the sauce had landed on the counter. Didn't matter, he needed food.

Mumbling something under his breath, he picked up his fork and nommed down a mouthful of noodles and cheese.

Oh Merlin, his stomach was pleased.

Hmm, Josh. She wondered what he was doing at the moment. Maybe in the Gryffindor common room? Or beating up Rex. Or Jake. Whichever of those dorks were fine with her and she was having fun imagining it too. Now only if that happened in real life...

Finishing up with the final touches, and secretly using a little magic to help her make them look like an actual cupcake artist person made them, she smiled and looked for anything that may cover the three cupcakes. Perhaps foil or anything? Not finding anything from her point of view from the table, and not really wanting to get up and look around again, she hid her cupcakes behind a big jar of noodles before heading over to Destiny. "Is there a spell that makes sure the cupcakes won't go bad? I don't know when Ancient Runes class is. Unless you want to go give them to her now."

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...grabby handed little woman, wasn't she. Raiden followed obediently, not caring enough to be annoyed at this point by the confiscation of the tray. The food was going over THERE and he was going to follow it. Before his stomach turned in on itself and became a black hole.

Taking the other plate, he picked up the utensils and quickly put some of the messy lasagna on it, not caring that a bit of the sauce had landed on the counter. Didn't matter, he needed food.

Mumbling something under his breath, he picked up his fork and nommed down a mouthful of noodles and cheese.

Oh Merlin, his stomach was pleased.

Frown.

Not only had Raiden helped himself, he had also beaten her at eating the lasagna. Hmph. Well, whatever. Di didn't really care much about that. As Di popped a bit of the lasagna into her mouth and made an 'MMMMMMMMMMMM' sound, her blue-gray eyes found something REVOLTING on the table.

There was SAUCE on the counter. SAUCE. Was. ON. The. COUNTER.

IGNORE IT. Ignore. It. IIIIGNORE. And EAT. IGNORE.

Twitch.

Madiison stuffed some more lasagna into her mouth and TRIED to get her eyes away from that sauce on the counter.

But it was there, taunting her. Now, Di was not a clean freak or anything but the table must be CLEAN when one was eating. Clean meant no spots of food must be found on it. Because food anywhere other than on the plate was .... Urgh.

Licking her lips, the redhead continued to munch. And watch.

And then she just couldn't take it any longer. "There is some sauce on the counter." She pointed out casually.

Well at least part of him was happy. Raiden's stomach had stopped trying to strangle itself, calmed by the presence of warm, nommy lasagna. He leaned on the counter tiredly as he ate, glad that it was just him and Madiison and not the dozens of other students that would have been in the Great Hall.

"Hmmm?" Sauce on the counter? Was that really surprising, considering the fact that they were eating food with sauce? Raiden eyed Madiison for a moment before following the line of her gaze.

It wasn't even that much.

"Mmhmm." He had no napkins, and... she seemed bent on it. So Raiden pulled out his wand and casually vanished it. "Happy?"

Back to food. FOOD. In his stomach. NOM NOM NOM.

"Yuppers." Beam. "Thank you."

... and she continued to eat. In went the food, she munched and then gulped. It was a repeated process. Pop. Munch. Gulp. Pop. Munch. Gulp.

It was getting BORING.

"Sooooooooooooooooo," Di stretched the 'soooo' out as she thought of something interesting to say. "Do you feel better now?" Obviously her brain was not co-operating with her on the interesting part.

The problem with having stayed here to eat was that... well now she wanted to engage in conversation. Raiden's brain was not fully-functional right at that moment. For several reasons. So yeah, the words? Were not easy to call up.

"Marginally," he finally mumbled, around a mouthful of noodles. Swallowing, he touched his thumb to the corner of his lips and wiped away the bit of sauce he could feel lingering there. "Kinda... really tired."

His eyes never left the plate in front of him, not once. His fork slowed its movements back and forth as his stomach got fuller. He knew he was being boring and useless right now, but... he didn't have the energy to be anything but that, nor did he have the energy to care.

"Sorry. I'm not really good company today, am I."

Heh.

... Not good company today?

Madiison blinked as she thought about it. First, he looked like he was going to throw up at her and RUIN her brand new Hogwarts robes (she would have never forgiven him if he had done so). Second, he growled and yelled. Third ... he is ... grumpy. Di wanted to SNORT, really. But then she would NEVER do that.

"Well, you aren't really good company any day." She informed him, nonchalantly. And then she popped another bit of food into her mouth.

Yuuummmmmeh.

...Stare.

If he weren't so tired... if he'd had the energy to express his sudden annoyance over that, Raiden most likely would have yelled it at her. But it wasn't her fault. He knew he'd been rotten company last night. And he knew he was rotten company now. But really...

He didn't know how to handle anger, at all. He'd never really been this angry before. He had wanted to hit things last night. HIT THINGS. It was completely unlike him to feel like that.

"Sorry." He stared at his plate. "I think you just keep catching me in... situations."

This one... hadn't completely been his fault, he was sure.

Umm .... oops?

"Oh, it's fiiiiine." Madiison told him, waving her hand dismissively as she took care of some damage control. Maybe she should have just agreed and gotten on with it. It WAS true though. Not HER fault .... not entirely anyways. "I mean, my brother is terrible company all the time ..."

Mumble. Mumble. Mumble.

"No, it's not," he said with a sigh, dropping his fork onto the plate with a clatter. "It's not fine."

His annoyance over what Cela had said wasn't to be taken out on other people. If one person hit you, you didn't turn around and hit someone else in retaliation, did you. And that was basically what he was doing. He was being shoddy company for Madiison, because he was angry at Cela.

Without a word, he stood up and stepped away from the table, eyes not raising past the edge of the table. He only took a few steps away before the house elf appeared again, bouncing. How had it-

Nevermind.

Raiden leaned down again and muttered a request to the little creature, which immediately disappeared, nodding enthusiastically.

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"No, it's not," he said with a sigh, dropping his fork onto the plate with a clatter. "It's not fine."

His annoyance over what Cela had said wasn't to be taken out on other people. If one person hit you, you didn't turn around and hit someone else in retaliation, did you. And that was basically what he was doing. He was being shoddy company for Madiison, because he was angry at Cela.

Without a word, he stood up and stepped away from the table, eyes not raising past the edge of the table. He only took a few steps away before the house elf appeared again, bouncing. How had it-

Nevermind.

Raiden leaned down again and muttered a request to the little creature, which immediately disappeared, nodding enthusiastically.

Staaaaare.

"Umm, okay." Something told Madiison that hadn't helped. For a moment the girl abandoned her food and thought about ways in which she could help him. Or her. Or their situation.

Maybe she could ... tell a joke? Hop around like a little rabbit? Throw cake? No, why would she THROW CAKE at someone? Ew. Cake was there to be eaten. Not thro- What was he doing?

O___O

Wide eyed, the redhead watched him step away from the table and head for a house-elf and mumble something to it. Worried, the girl bit her lower lip as her eyes followed the bouncing -AWW SO CUTE- house elf. He was asking the house elves to get him something. Something .... but WHAT?! Were they supposed to ambush her?

... WHY would they ambush her? That was insane!

Buuuuut maybe she had ANNOYED him ... somehow. As impossible as that sounded.

She really should have just shut up and gulped her lasagna down.

But HOW COULD HE do something BAD to HER! She was so small ... and cute ... and sweet ... and nice ... and and and ... pureblood ... and .... and ...

Maybe he was trying to make it up to her?

Maybe it wasn't BAD.

Or was it?!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As Raiden returned to his seat, he chanced a glance at Madiison's face. Why... did she look like she was afraid he was going to beat her up? He frowned and averted his eyes immediately.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he mumbled, picking up his fork again and poking at the leftover lasagna in front of him before sticking a bit more in his mouth.

The house elf bounded up; this task had taken a little longer than the last, it seemed. The little creature held the tray over her head, her bouncing subdued for a moment so she wouldn't spill the contents. Mumbling his thanks again, he took the items off the tray and set them on the table.

A pitcher of apple juice, a smaller pitcher of milk, and... a plate with half a chocolate cake on it.

"You said chocolate would help, right? Before?"