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When you walk into the other door in the corridor, right next to the office, you find yourself facing a large room filled with different items, tables and big rocks fixed to the floor. If you look closely, you'll notice that the workshop is divided into different corners, a piece of parchment with information about each activity is hanged in each of those corners. There are different kind of tools and equipment lining the walls, crammed in the drawers or lying in baskets on the floor. If you're a fifth year or older, you'll probably be able to do all the spells needed in this workshop room. Those items mainly are for younger students, hence you'll find no real hammers, nails or even scissors. Professor Botros charmed them so that they were safe for the younger students. So if you try to prick your skin with a nail, it won't work and just give you a slight shock as a remainder to not harm yourself/someone else. But if you try to fixate the nail on wood, it'll be as sharp as a, well, nail. Anyways, professor Botros spends quite a lot of time in this room so he'll be around almost all the time just in case.
As well as the following activity, you're more than welcome to grab a chair and claim a spot on one of the tables and work on your ancient runes homework! Professor Botros might even be around and in the mood to help you out.
Claycraft:
A big counter in the middle of the room is set up for clay related activity. There are small wooden boxes full of colorful clay balls. Each box is closed by a wooden lid, the clay will dry and turn into solid mass after an hour or two when it's exposed to the air. You can use those to make your own set of Runes or just making runes and sticking them to a board, or even make talismans and etching into the clay a runic script for protection or good fortune or anything you want. There are much more to do with the clay, just remember it has to be something related to runes – or else you'll hurt professor Botros' feelings for not using his workshop for his favorite thing in the world.
Woodcraft:
The left northern corner has piles of wood planks on the counter, with screwdrivers and hammers hanging on the wall. Older students can use their wands to carve into the wood. Many shapes are available; circular, rectangular, sticks with a flat side, and small squares. You can change their sizes too with the right spell.
ooc: - Chatter is allowed here, and the purpose of this workshop is for your character to have fun as well as learn something new. If you want the professor's interference just put it in your post's title and I will reply as soon as I can. If it's an emergency, such as someone fainted or spotted a SNOGGING couple oh la la you can VM/PM me.
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You know why it took him so long to get up here?
Because right near the fourth floor, Grayson had realised that he had forgotten to bring along some essentials. Like oil and seasoning. JEEZ.
By the time he actually made it up to the Workshop, he found that his enthusiasm for this had close-to diminished. Great. Just freaking brilliant. It was almost as if he was dragging himself around and forcing himself to carry on with the activity. Because he had two cooked kebabs and two uncooked ones, so he might as well finish off the task at hand.
Ugh.
The Slytherin headed over towards a workstation -- any workstation, he didn't really care -- and took out his things. Everything was cleaned and arranged in a way that made sense to him but probably didn't make sense to some other people. That was how he liked it. It was exactly like the mess in his dorm and his room at home; everything was an organised mess and that was how he preferred it.
When everything was set up and cleaned, Grayson started chanting the Kenaz Galdr, the Kenaz rune clutched in his hand. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko... kun kan kin ken kon... ok ek ik ak uk... kaunnnnnnnnn..." It was a good thing that he had his textbook here because there was no way in Merlin that he would have remembered that off by heart. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko... kun kan kin ken kon... ok ek ik ak uk... kaunnnnnnnnn..." One more time? "Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko... kun kan kin ken kon... ok ek ik ak uk... kaunnnnnnnnn..."
There. Done. Now it was time for some FIYAH.
"Incedio!" Look at the roaring fire! THAT made him happy. Just slightly.
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As Sophie made her way into the Ancient Runes workshop, one main thought played on her mind: she was sick of cooking. Thank Merlin her mother didn't insist she try this at home, although Sophie kind of thought that might change as she grew older. Sophie had the essentials in a little bag, but she had the ground beef in her hand. No way was she putting raw meat in one of her bags. Ew.
She found an empty workstation and started setting up there. Uhhh... So it was evident right away that Sophie hadn't thought this one through. WHERE was she supposed to light a fire at? Just where?
...and that was when her partner came in. Yes, Beverly Wayne--her partner. She'd agreed to work with her, because Aunt Sierra had pretty much ordered her to make nice now. Sophie paused where she was and waited for Wayne to show up.
As Sophie made her way into the Ancient Runes workshop, one main thought played on her mind: she was sick of cooking. Thank Merlin her mother didn't insist she try this at home, although Sophie kind of thought that might change as she grew older. Sophie had the essentials in a little bag, but she had the ground beef in her hand. No way was she putting raw meat in one of her bags. Ew.
She found an empty workstation and started setting up there. Uhhh... So it was evident right away that Sophie hadn't thought this one through. WHERE was she supposed to light a fire at? Just where?
...and that was when her partner came in. Yes, Beverly Wayne--her partner. She'd agreed to work with her, because Aunt Sierra had pretty much ordered her to make nice now. Sophie paused where she was and waited for Wayne to show up.
Oh. My. Merliiiiin.
This was a TRAGEDY. An absolute TRAGEDY. Beverly had received an Owl from her brother not only telling her she was grounded, but that she had to make it up to him by working with Sophie "Snitch" Newell. She could have lied her way through, but Sophie would probably tell on her, so...here she was. Standing at the entrance of the workshop with a MAJORLY unimpressed look on her face.
Unimpressed Beverly was unimpressed. BAH!
FINE. She'd do it. But only for Kennedy and house points.
With an already irritated sigh, she moved toward where Sophie was. "Newell," she said coldly. "What's the recipe?"
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Oh. My. Merliiiiin.
This was a TRAGEDY. An absolute TRAGEDY. Beverly had received an Owl from her brother not only telling her she was grounded, but that she had to make it up to him by working with Sophie "Snitch" Newell. She could have lied her way through, but Sophie would probably tell on her, so...here she was. Standing at the entrance of the workshop with a MAJORLY unimpressed look on her face.
Unimpressed Beverly was unimpressed. BAH!
FINE. She'd do it. But only for Kennedy and house points.
With an already irritated sigh, she moved toward where Sophie was. "Newell," she said coldly. "What's the recipe?"
>__>
Sophie heard her before she saw her. Beverly FRAZZLING Wayne. She sounded so excited to be working with Sophie, too. Sophie knew Beverly had been forced to work with her and basically had no other choice, and for the sole purpose of letting Beverly know she, too, could play this game, Sophie replied with...
"Well, hello, Beverly. Why don't you take a seat, and I'll share the recipe while you catch me up on how Uncle Ken's doing." BAM.
...and then she launched into the recipe right afterwards. "So it's called Campfire Stew, and it's really easy. The first thing we need to do is brown this ground beef. So I'll take care of the cooking part if you want to chant the Galdr and keep the fire going."
Sophie removed a pan from her bag, put the ground beef in it, and used a cooking spoon to separate it. She then held out the pan, so Beverly could chant the Galdr then cast Incendio.
Sophie heard her before she saw her. Beverly FRAZZLING Wayne. She sounded so excited to be working with Sophie, too. Sophie knew Beverly had been forced to work with her and basically had no other choice, and for the sole purpose of letting Beverly know she, too, could play this game, Sophie replied with...
"Well, hello, Beverly. Why don't you take a seat, and I'll share the recipe while you catch me up on how Uncle Ken's doing." BAM.
...and then she launched into the recipe right afterwards. "So it's called Campfire Stew, and it's really easy. The first thing we need to do is brown this ground beef. So I'll take care of the cooking part if you want to chant the Galdr and keep the fire going."
Sophie removed a pan from her bag, put the ground beef in it, and used a cooking spoon to separate it. She then held out the pan, so Beverly could chant the Galdr then cast Incendio.
Instead of taking a seat Beverly simply dropped her bad on the floor and moved to take the pan from Newell. She could whack her with this, she could. BUT she wasn't barbaric. She'd use her fists or wand if she had to.
"Oh, that would be lovely," Beverly replied, using a sarcastic tone. "Lets see, he's off to Hawaii with Eve and their quintuplets. Go on. Write it down and Owl it to my ever-so precious sister-in-law Si." Two could play at that game. Only Sophie didn't know she'll just unload ALL of this dragon dung on Sierra when they met. HA. SMIRK.
Campfire Stew? Okay.
Taking an oven mitten from her bag -- yes, she came prepared too -- Beverly held the handle and with her free hand, fingers curled around it with the Kenaz rune in her palm, she aimed her wand under the pan. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn." Then, with intent in her voice she cast, "Incendio!"
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Instead of taking a seat Beverly simply dropped her bad on the floor and moved to take the pan from Newell. She could whack her with this, she could. BUT she wasn't barbaric. She'd use her fists or wand if she had to.
"Oh, that would be lovely," Beverly replied, using a sarcastic tone. "Lets see, he's off to Hawaii with Eve and their quintuplets. Go on. Write it down and Owl it to my ever-so precious sister-in-law Si." Two could play at that game. Only Sophie didn't know she'll just unload ALL of this dragon dung on Sierra when they met. HA. SMIRK.
Campfire Stew? Okay.
Taking an oven mitten from her bag -- yes, she came prepared too -- Beverly held the handle and with her free hand, fingers curled around it with the Kenaz rune in her palm, she aimed her wand under the pan. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn." Then, with intent in her voice she cast, "Incendio!"
"Careful with your hair, Newell." SMIRK.
Sophie, who had just opened up a can of corn, picked up a kernel and just...basically sat there trying to talk herself out of the immature act of tossing it at Beverly. "You know it's a freaking shame we can't get along," she said through gritted teeth. "Why are you so mad at me anyway? We should be happy they have each other." Sophie's eyebrows narrowed inward in frustration.
Beverly chanted the Galdr and lit a fire, though, so things were getting underway and progress was at least being made. She tossed the kernel of corn in to a nearby bin. "Can you hold the pan still with your free hand? I need to add the rest of the ingredients." Sophie needed to do this, because, well...Beverly's wand was sort of busy, and one of the ingredients called for a wand full of water.
She shot the girl a glare when she warned Sophie about her hair. She just BETTER not.
Sophie, who had just opened up a can of corn, picked up a kernel and just...basically sat there trying to talk herself out of the immature act of tossing it at Beverly. "You know it's a freaking shame we can't get along," she said through gritted teeth. "Why are you so mad at me anyway? We should be happy they have each other." Sophie's eyebrows narrowed inward in frustration.
Beverly chanted the Galdr and lit a fire, though, so things were getting underway and progress was at least being made. She tossed the kernel of corn in to a nearby bin. "Can you hold the pan still with your free hand? I need to add the rest of the ingredients." Sophie needed to do this, because, well...Beverly's wand was sort of busy, and one of the ingredients called for a wand full of water.
She shot the girl a glare when she warned Sophie about her hair. She just BETTER not.
Beverly had to refrain herself from giving the immature reply of: You started it. If Sophie hadn't told Kennedy then Sophie would just be that one girl who tried taking Cutty's wand. But no. She had to open her big mouth and tattle on her.
"A real shame, yeah. We'd make trolls cry." PFFFFFT, Newell. Why was she mad at her? Wasn't it obvious? "Because I'm not very fond of you." Honest, she was. "And why should I be happy your aunt is taking my brother away?" HMM? Would Sophie be happy if some girl just came and snatched up her brohter? HMMMM?!
"I'm am holding it still," she replied, making sure the small flame was still properly lit. Too much fire might actually burn off Newell's eyebrows. Tempting, but no.
At the glare Beverly shot her a sweet smile. Scared, Newell?
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Beverly had to refrain herself from giving the immature reply of: You started it. If Sophie hadn't told Kennedy then Sophie would just be that one girl who tried taking Cutty's wand. But no. She had to open her big mouth and tattle on her.
"A real shame, yeah. We'd make trolls cry." PFFFFFT, Newell. Why was she mad at her? Wasn't it obvious? "Because I'm not very fond of you." Honest, she was. "And why should I be happy your aunt is taking my brother away?" HMM? Would Sophie be happy if some girl just came and snatched up her brohter? HMMMM?!
"I'm am holding it still," she replied, making sure the small flame was still properly lit. Too much fire might actually burn off Newell's eyebrows. Tempting, but no.
At the glare Beverly shot her a sweet smile. Scared, Newell?
Sophie just glanced at Beverly with a disappointed look on her face. "So much for talking about this the mature way," she mumbled. Making trolls cry? Whatever. Now that Sophie's hands were free, she stirred the browned ground beef then added in the canned corn and potatoes and carrots she'd peeled in the kitchen. She stirred all of it then retrieved her wand.
"What? Beverly, I... Is that what this is all about? You think that Aunt Sierra is stealing your brother away?" she asked. "You want to know why it should make you happy? Because it makes HIM happy. And she isn't stealing him away. People are allowed to love more than one person, you know. Just in different ways." Even Sophie understood all that, and she was a whole year younger than Beverly.
"Aquamenti!" she said, pointing her wand toward the pan. She gave it a bit of water then ended the spell. "Thanks," she said, taking the pan back. "You want to chant that Galdr again? All that's left now is to just let it cook together a bit."
Sophie just glanced at Beverly with a disappointed look on her face. "So much for talking about this the mature way," she mumbled. Making trolls cry? Whatever. Now that Sophie's hands were free, she stirred the browned ground beef then added in the canned corn and potatoes and carrots she'd peeled in the kitchen. She stirred all of it then retrieved her wand.
"What? Beverly, I... Is that what this is all about? You think that Aunt Sierra is stealing your brother away?" she asked. "You want to know why it should make you happy? Because it makes HIM happy. And she isn't stealing him away. People are allowed to love more than one person, you know. Just in different ways." Even Sophie understood all that, and she was a whole year younger than Beverly.
"Aquamenti!" she said, pointing her wand toward the pan. She gave it a bit of water then ended the spell. "Thanks," she said, taking the pan back. "You want to chant that Galdr again? All that's left now is to just let it cook together a bit."
The Slytherin rolled her eyes. "Who said we were?" And she thought she was uptight sometimes. Beverly shrugged, but quickly froze, then relaxed again trying to seem cool. Whatever Sophie said didn't get to her. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
She had lots to say, but somethings she didn't want Newell to know. So she ended up saying, "You sound like my grandmother." Which was a lie. All her grandmother cared about was her precious potions empire. But that's how old people sounded. "Besides, all that time they were apart all I saw was hurt," she somewhat admitted. She wasn't about to into detail about how Kennedy sighed every time he saw Johnathan and Eve all couply and stuff and how she saw he missed HER. Sierra. BAH! And Beverly wanted to protect him.
"You're welcome," she replied curtly. Manners, they had those. Nodding, she started the chant all over again. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn."
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The Slytherin rolled her eyes. "Who said we were?" And she thought she was uptight sometimes. Beverly shrugged, but quickly froze, then relaxed again trying to seem cool. Whatever Sophie said didn't get to her. Or at least, that's what she told herself.
She had lots to say, but somethings she didn't want Newell to know. So she ended up saying, "You sound like my grandmother." Which was a lie. All her grandmother cared about was her precious potions empire. But that's how old people sounded. "Besides, all that time they were apart all I saw was hurt," she somewhat admitted. She wasn't about to into detail about how Kennedy sighed every time he saw Johnathan and Eve all couply and stuff and how she saw he missed HER. Sierra. BAH! And Beverly wanted to protect him.
"You're welcome," she replied curtly. Manners, they had those. Nodding, she started the chant all over again. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn."
"I had kind of hoped we could," she answered. Merlin. Beverly was intent on fighting her tooth and nail, wasn't she? Sophie eyed the stew. It was cooking together nicely now and should be done soon. Sophie said nothing about the grandmother comment but just raised her eyebrows to indicate she'd at least heard. She didn't know the woman, so unless Beverly explained, Sophie had no way of knowing what that meant. It sounded better than 'you sound like my dog,' though, so Sophie said nothing.
All she saw was hurt? "Yeah. Me, too," she said. "Funny thing is, now they're back together, and we're intent on continuing to hurt them." Yes. WE. Sophie could own up and admit her faults. Sophie turned back to the stew. She guessed she should chant, too, so she could at least get credit for that part. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn."
The increase in fire really sped things along, and the dish was done in no time. Sophie lowered her wand. "It's done. I'll take half for my part, and you can have the other half." She placed the pan on a trivet then divided up the dish into two plates.
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"I had kind of hoped we could," she answered. Merlin. Beverly was intent on fighting her tooth and nail, wasn't she? Sophie eyed the stew. It was cooking together nicely now and should be done soon. Sophie said nothing about the grandmother comment but just raised her eyebrows to indicate she'd at least heard. She didn't know the woman, so unless Beverly explained, Sophie had no way of knowing what that meant. It sounded better than 'you sound like my dog,' though, so Sophie said nothing.
All she saw was hurt? "Yeah. Me, too," she said. "Funny thing is, now they're back together, and we're intent on continuing to hurt them." Yes. WE. Sophie could own up and admit her faults. Sophie turned back to the stew. She guessed she should chant, too, so she could at least get credit for that part. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn."
The increase in fire really sped things along, and the dish was done in no time. Sophie lowered her wand. "It's done. I'll take half for my part, and you can have the other half." She placed the pan on a trivet then divided up the dish into two plates.
To be honest, Beverly expected worse. Last time they'd spoken to one another they almost fought. She'd felt it in her bones. Merlin knows Beverly wanted to take a swing at Newell. She shrugged again. Did Newell WANT them to talk civilly? Get along and all that? Beverly doubted it.
One thing Beverly DESPISED was that Sophie was sort of, a tiiiny bit right. Kennedy was happier now. She could tell because in his letter there were a bunch of smiley faces AND he could have grounded her with a bigger punishment. Making sure to keep her wand close to the pan, but not too close it'd touch, Beverly glanced up at Newell.
"So what do you propose?" Beverly decided she'd give Sophie an opportunity to make up tattling on her right here, right now. She wasn't ALL that mean. She knew when to draw the line and...
...They might...Oh Merlin she was going to vomit...become...family. Maybe. Probably not. Who knows? She wasn't ready.
Ugh, her stomach did a nasty somersault.
They were done. "Okay." Pause. She was curious. "Where'd you get that recipe from?"
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To be honest, Beverly expected worse. Last time they'd spoken to one another they almost fought. She'd felt it in her bones. Merlin knows Beverly wanted to take a swing at Newell. She shrugged again. Did Newell WANT them to talk civilly? Get along and all that? Beverly doubted it.
One thing Beverly DESPISED was that Sophie was sort of, a tiiiny bit right. Kennedy was happier now. She could tell because in his letter there were a bunch of smiley faces AND he could have grounded her with a bigger punishment. Making sure to keep her wand close to the pan, but not too close it'd touch, Beverly glanced up at Newell.
"So what do you propose?" Beverly decided she'd give Sophie an opportunity to make up tattling on her right here, right now. She wasn't ALL that mean. She knew when to draw the line and...
...They might...Oh Merlin she was going to vomit...become...family. Maybe. Probably not. Who knows? She wasn't ready.
Ugh, her stomach did a nasty somersault.
They were done. "Okay." Pause. She was curious. "Where'd you get that recipe from?"
There was a bit of silence, and Sophie hoped that Beverly was not just focusing on the cooking part but thinking about what had been said, too. Turns out, she was. What did Sophie propose? Why did she have to do the proposing. If this turned out badly, it'd make her look like a loser.
"We should probably cut it out. The bickering, I mean," she said. "Who cares who started it. We're not five, and look...I know you think I was being this big tattle, but that wasn't what I intended. I was just looking out for my Aunt the same way you were looking out for your brother."
She wouldn't rush things. That was it for now. "From my mom," she said, answering that last question. "We went camping once, and she made it over a fire. I don't cook well, so I went for short and simple."
There was a bit of silence, and Sophie hoped that Beverly was not just focusing on the cooking part but thinking about what had been said, too. Turns out, she was. What did Sophie propose? Why did she have to do the proposing. If this turned out badly, it'd make her look like a loser.
"We should probably cut it out. The bickering, I mean," she said. "Who cares who started it. We're not five, and look...I know you think I was being this big tattle, but that wasn't what I intended. I was just looking out for my Aunt the same way you were looking out for your brother."
She wouldn't rush things. That was it for now. "From my mom," she said, answering that last question. "We went camping once, and she made it over a fire. I don't cook well, so I went for short and simple."
Sophie Newell said the correct thing. She did have a brain after all. Okay. Beverly needed stop being so mean. Holstering her wand, she crossed her arms on her chest. She was sure this was some sort of test from the Universe towards independence. She could do it. Yes. How hard could it be?
"Fine." Fair enough. She'd been looking out for her aunt and Beverly had to give her credit for that. Unfortunately, she'd do the same had it been the other way around. "Truce?" Beverly stretched out her hand toward Newell.
This wasn't just some all-of-a-sudden change of heart, but Beverly was clever. Having enemies of her own house just wouldn't do. It was stupid. There were loads of Puffers to make enemies from. It was going to take a heck of a lot to be nice, though.
Oh, she learned from her mom. That's probably nice. Having one and all. Beverly just nodded, looking away and at the food instead. "Can I have the recipe then? So I can recreate it on my own?" She needed to do the second part of the assignment then feed it to Jeremiah. Yep.
Angel was really scared, because she wasn't very good at cooking as everyone found out in Muggle Studies, it wasn't something she was into, she was very girly and like cupcakes and things like that once they were made but to actually make then well Angel was feeling a bit sorry for whoever she got to test them.
Angel looked at the workshop and smiled, okay it was time to get started, she had the cookie mixture all ready now all she had to do was try and remember the spell which was going to be hard, saying that didn't she have to do was figure out what she had to do first, she had totally lost the plot at the minute.
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FIYAH!
Deciding not to waste any time, Grayson grabbed the frying pan and placed it on top of the fire. There. This part was a little simpler than most since he had done it before. And he wouldn't be surprised if he got it done faster, too. Good. He had to make up for the time he had lost in getting up here.
A bit of oil was placed into the pan, along with the cumin. See? He could cook. He was even going to holding the pan by the handle and shake it slightly, just to make himself feel more like a cook. Brilliant. He should tell his mum about this. Or, on second thoughts, he might not tell her. Risk the idea of getting more pocket money for the idea of saving himself some unnecessary questions and cooking lectures. And she would make him make dinner every once in a while. He didn't need that.
ANYWAYS. The fire was flickering a little so, remembering the lesson, the boy started chanting again. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn..." The two uncooked skewers of kebabs were placed into the pan, while the chanting continued.
"Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn." Angel decided to practice the chant first before she cooked the food, she knew it was important to get this right because otherwise she would have to do it again. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn." Angel always wanted to go all Indian like but she knew that was wrong and so she didn't, she just kept practicing the words whilst also trying to get the food prepared to be cooked.
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So that didn't take long.
No really, it didn't. The fire had gotten bigger and stronger -- probably thanks to his brilliant chanting -- meaning that Grayson found himself turning the kebab skewers around more often. They were coming along quite nicely, too. And he had to make sure to make it look as similar to the other skewers as possible. If someone was going to have to guess which one was heated with what kind of fire, he didn't really want to give it away that easily. How boring would that be?
Once the skewers were done frying, the boy grinned. Actually grinning. Shocking, right? The skewers were placed on the same plate as before and like last time, they were placed well away from the other two skewers. Just so that he didn't get mixed up. The Slytherin then started cleaning up his workstation, using magic because he really was that lazy. He had food to deliver, too. Couldn't waste any more time.
When that was done, Grayson stuffed everything else, apart from the plate, away in his bag. If it was messy, it was messy. He didn't care. He then grabbed the plate and headed out of the workstation.
The only thing left to do was find a willing judge.
And make sure nobody stole any of the kebabs while he wasn't looking.
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Sophie Newell said the correct thing. She did have a brain after all. Okay. Beverly needed stop being so mean. Holstering her wand, she crossed her arms on her chest. She was sure this was some sort of test from the Universe towards independence. She could do it. Yes. How hard could it be?
"Fine." Fair enough. She'd been looking out for her aunt and Beverly had to give her credit for that. Unfortunately, she'd do the same had it been the other way around. "Truce?" Beverly stretched out her hand toward Newell.
This wasn't just some all-of-a-sudden change of heart, but Beverly was clever. Having enemies of her own house just wouldn't do. It was stupid. There were loads of Puffers to make enemies from. It was going to take a heck of a lot to be nice, though.
Oh, she learned from her mom. That's probably nice. Having one and all. Beverly just nodded, looking away and at the food instead. "Can I have the recipe then? So I can recreate it on my own?" She needed to do the second part of the assignment then feed it to Jeremiah. Yep.
Sophie took note of the girl with her arms across her chest and realized she was contemplating what to do. Was it really that hard to get along with somebody? Sophie wouldn't beg her to be friends, or to at least get along, but she knew she at least did her part in taking the mature approach.
She raised her eyebrows when the girl replied with 'Fine'. "Truce," Sophie called, extending her hand, as well, and completing the hand shake. Sophie nodded at the next question then fished around in the pockets of her robes. "I wrote it down just in case, but I ended up remembering it. You can have this copy," she said.
Campfire Stew
Brown 1 - 2 pounds of ground meat
Add in chopped carrots and potatoes and canned corn (as little or as many as you want)
Add water until you've covered the mixture in the pan
Let simmer together
"...and that's it. Mom adds in a can of already prepared soup, but I didn't have any," she added. Looking down at her two bowls of stew, she said, "Well, thanks for working with me. I better go find somebody to judge this."
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curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Alright, he patty was nice and round, perfect and ready to be grilled. This was going to be kind of tough - he didn't want to OVERCOOK it, but he didn't want to eat raw meat either. "Incendio!" he exclaimed, waving his wand and starting up the flame. He prepared the grill and started to chant...
"Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn..." he chanted. The fire started to burn brighter, and in a few minutes, he had a perfectly cooked patty in front of him. That had been SO easy! It had taken what...seven minutes? That was hardly any time at all!
Caleb officially loved runes. When it came to cooking, that is.
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I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid
Sophie took note of the girl with her arms across her chest and realized she was contemplating what to do. Was it really that hard to get along with somebody? Sophie wouldn't beg her to be friends, or to at least get along, but she knew she at least did her part in taking the mature approach.
She raised her eyebrows when the girl replied with 'Fine'. "Truce," Sophie called, extending her hand, as well, and completing the hand shake. Sophie nodded at the next question then fished around in the pockets of her robes. "I wrote it down just in case, but I ended up remembering it. You can have this copy," she said.
Campfire Stew
Brown 1 - 2 pounds of ground meat
Add in chopped carrots and potatoes and canned corn (as little or as many as you want)
Add water until you've covered the mixture in the pan
Let simmer together
"...and that's it. Mom adds in a can of already prepared soup, but I didn't have any," she added. Looking down at her two bowls of stew, she said, "Well, thanks for working with me. I better go find somebody to judge this."
Taking the recipe, Beverly tucked it into her back pocket and gave Sophie a curt nod. "Thank you." It was odd, but in a weird sense she felt lighter, as if a weight was lifted off of her and she didn't have to try and be mean. Being mean wasn't easy. It took thinking and TRYING. This didn't mean she'd all of a sudden be all friendly-friends with Newell. Time would only tell.
"I'll just cook it the way we did right now." Meaning it was okay there was no prepared soup. She was still to try this dish out herself. Because she was going to taste the judge Newell on her cooking skills. Beverly could proudly say she was a pretty darn good cook herself.
"Thank you, too," she said putting away her rune and grabbing her things. Food smelled good.
Angel had got the mixture ready. "Incendio!" Angel pointed her wand and made the fire start, she put the food on to it and then beamed as she realised it was time to do the chanting which was really weird, but well here went nothing. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn!" Angel chanted away like crazy, she was totally loving this.
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Angel had suddenly thought of something how was she supposed to know when it was ready, well she could just test it but surely it would be hard to do that, saying that it normally took around 10 minutes for them to cook at home so that would do here, she waited 10 minutes, whilst she continued to chant and other things and when the time was up she use finite on the fire and waited for the thing to cool down before she moved them.
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