With her plan so far intact, Brooklyn knew that she couldn’t waste any time. There had been a quick glance at the timer she’d set for her stew, and then she’d begun dealing with what she needed for the bread. She already knew her pot fit in the hole she’d dug, not in the least because she had just left it inside while she’d been dealing with the prep work for the stew. The first thing she did was to use a trowel to transfer some coals and ash from the base of her fire into the hole, having moved her pot out first. The hole was close enough to her fire that she wasn’t worried about it all cooling down while she made her bread dough. It was just easier to do that before mixing, since it meant she wouldn’t have to clean her hands too many times. Saving time sounded good, but then she always had the knowledge that she did have the second timer if she went over her personally allotted twenty minutes.

Wiping any errant ash from her hands onto a rag, she then began measuring out her flour and everything she needed for the damper. A pinch of salt went into her measuring cup, already containing a cup of flour, and then it all was carefully poured into the small pot. Once that was done, she cleaned out the measuring cup and measured out a quarter cup of water, which was then added to the flour mixture in her pot. Another quick cleaning of her hands happened, and then with the tiniest wince she stuck her hands into the pot and started mixing, trying not to think of how squishy the mixture was between her fingers. Thankfully she still had some water left, but first she had to form her dough into a ball. That seemed as close to a round loaf as she felt like dealing with, so she placed the lid on the pot and set it over the coals.

Now she could wash her hands again. No matter how tempting it was to use spells, she poured the last of her water bottle over her hands and scrubbed them with another rag. Only then did she take her wand out again, using a hot-air charm to dry them off, before just holding them out toward the fire to finish the drying process as well as just warm her hands up.

There was just a tiiiiny bit disappointment apparent on Tenacius' posture when the pretty Professor said all they'll be using is salt and pepper. Well he's really gonna have to amp these spice pair up if he hopes to makes his stew taste awesome.

Since the meats were done now it was time to do the veggies. He grabbed the head of cabbage and tossed it between his hands playfully before settling it on one hand and then aguamenti-ing it with his wand. He needed to make sure this was clean yeah? Specially its cabbage. Lotsa layers for dirt to hide in.

So chop he did the cabbage head just as the Professor showed them. Keep them leaves together, specially it looks like this is gonna be sitting and boiling for a while. Makes sense yup. Then he got a hold of this meat-like thing that reads Seitan. Veggie-meat. Yeah he knew what this was, practically the only "meat" his grandma would ever consider touching. This he sliced slightly thicker than the lamb but the length was only about half as long. But he knew the different texture would compliment the lamb and cabbage well, plus seitan would withstand the boiling longer than something like tofu.

He looked at the card again-- wait are they going to put the water first? He arched his brow as his lips pinched into a frown. How are they supposed to layer if theres water already in there? Stuff would be floating!

He set the card aside. He felt confident he had enough innate kitchen sense to know what would work and what wont. And if theyre gonna layer-- water goes in last. He then took his pre-spiced up lamb slices and started layering it at the bottom, then the thickets of the cabbage slices on top of them. Sprinkle with salt-- because it aint too early to try to keep these leaves green (even if he had a feeling it will likely look more brown when all is said and done), then another layer of the prepped lamb slices and another layer of cabbages salt and pepper. It was on the third layering set that Tenacius set the seitan chunks amongst the last smallest slivers of leftover lamb then topped it all off with the leftover cabbages and then a healthy sprinkling of salt. And finally the water. Filled it to just about submerging the topmost cabbage.

Down goes the lid and over the flames goes the cooking pot, the leonine lad carefully hooking the weighty cauldron under the tripod. Cook for an hour? Aww yeah.

He glanced quickly at his Damper dough. It was starting to noticeably rise awwyeah.

While Echo was waiting for her other food to be finished cooking so she had to start on the Damper now.
Happy that the hole was already dug, she went to go gather her ingredients. Bringing her card with her and a little basket to carry her things she went to where the raw ingredients were being kept.

This seemed to be really easy, only 3 things needed, what even was this Damper. Echo grabbed a little bit of salt first, then grabbed her cup of self raising flour. And the water she already had the measuring cup over at her fire so that was good. Echo started to make her way back but then stopped… she had forgotten something….

The POT!

that’s what she had forgotten, Echo dropped her things at her station and jogged back carefully to retrieve her pot. How was she supposed to cook that with out it. Letting out a puff of air she started to work on everything.

Pinching some salt into the flower Echo pulled over a bowl that she grabbed earlier and added them together. Echo pulled out her wand again with her measuring cup and measured ¼ cup of water and then added it to the flour. Now she had to get her hands dirty, turning her face away from the mix she slowly inserted her hands. ”ewww” it was mushy. Moving it around quickly she made sure that it was somewhat round… Peeking with one eye it seemed alright.

Leaving her mixture she got the shovel that was around her fire and carefully scooped up two shovel loads of hot coals and ash from her fire. Slowly lowering it into the hole Echo carefully placed her shovel away from anyone because it was a bit hot still. Echo put her mixture in the cast iron round pot, then placed the lid on it.

She still had time for both things to cook but she noticed that there were marshmallows going around and she wanted some. Echo went over and grabbed some mallows and grabbed a stick. She sat there with her fire waiting for her food to cook, eating yummy mallows.

" I don't cook, Professor...." She answered quite plainly." And I don't eat .... " she continued" ... Whatever... this is" nose wrinkled and hand dismissively gesturing at the yuck that the others were so happily making.

As the stew cooked Tenacius grabbed the shovel and started digging the hole to where the old skool baking will take place. He even fitted the cast iron pot a few times to make sure it would be a good snug fit. As he worked on this the aroma from the stew was making his tummy growl, and that one hour wait couldn't have come fast enough.

When the hour was up, the Gryffindor Ace opened the lid and a full steam of Farikal aroma rose up to greet him. Mmm that smells pretty darn good innit? He gave the stew a slight stir and so far everything looks as it should be.

Taste test? But of course. Bit of a sip..... Hmmm he really misses having some more of those spices he asked for earlier, he felt like the true flavor of the lamb isnt coming through-- but hey no matter, this is pretty darn good stew for something made with just salt and pepper and the power of nature.

But now for this bush bread. He peeked at the Damper dough and now has risen to about double its size from earlier. It is ready! Hastily he shoveled the hot coals and ash into the waiting hole in the ground and then quickly fitted the cast iron baking pot into it. Ok this was gonna be another wait.

Marshmallow on sticks? Why of course, he wouldn’t mind one... or twenty.

SPOILER!!: Jaemin! <3

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Right... they were making food. And apparently they were making a lot of it. Jaemin blinked at the recipes that Art had handed out to them, wondering why the portions hadn't been sized down for the sake of class... he wasn't going to eat six servings of this stuff, and surely there wasn't enough space for so much leftovers in the kitchen? And they didn't have fridges in their dorms... did they? He looked around suspiciously, as if maybe he had just been missing it all this time and the others hadn't bothered to tell him.

But. That was whatever. If they were supposed to cook this much, he'd... cook this much. Maybe Professor Newton had a plan for it or something. The small Slytherin went about gathering his supplies, heading off for the tripod thingy first and setting it up a bit clumsily. He much preferred the little burners from class to this... it was much more controlled. But once he had the tripod set up and the cauldron over the fire, he wasn't so bothered about it anymore. He would just go step by step and hope everything turned out okay... or he'd be stopping in the kitchens to bother some house elves right after class.

Now to dig a hole. It didn't seem like it had to be very deep... Jaemin looked around himself and finally found the small trowel for digging, and went at it, making sure the hole looked as similar to Professor Newton's as possible.



Hmm?

"Once is a mistake," he murmured when the Muggle Studies professor spoke to him again. She'd said his name right this time, at least. "Twice or more usually isn't. You wrote it like that on my class report when you gave me failing marks for not drawing, too."

Which had doubled the sting of failing a class for reasons that didn't seem fair to him. The small Slytherin shrugged, clearly not caring to carry on the conversation, and stood up to get his ingredients. Got cooking to do.

Jaemin was mumbling so at first, it was somewhat difficult for Kay to catch what he was saying. Was he actually suggesting that she was purposely pronuncing his name incorrectly? Plus accusing her of not giving him full marks for that previous lesson? Kay had never been disrespected in her life by another student. Sure she had had difficult students but this... Jaemin hadn't even attempted to do that activity. Even an attempt would have earned him full marks.

"That's enough, Mr Song,'' Kay said suddenly in her firm voice. "I have been lenient in ignoring your rudeness thus far but those last comments have been disrespectful. Ten points from Slytherin.''

SPOILER!!: Fiyero! <3

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Fiyero's blond head jerked up at the sound of Professor Stewart's voice. He took off his left glove, revealing the cut across the palm of his hand. "Just a little cut, Professor" he replied. It had finally stopped bleeding, at least for the time being. It was probably going to be fine. "Nothing to worry about." Please don't send me to Healer Murdoch! he thought silently.

After setting the timer for one hour, it was time to move on to the damper. He still thought that was an odd name for a food. Why did they call it that? Oh, well... no time to think about it now, he dismissed the thought as he went to get one of the cast iron pots. Now what? He consulted his recipe card. So this thing cooks in a hole full of a bunch of ashes and embers? Yep, this recipe just kept getting weirder and weirder...

Fiyero decided it would be a good idea to wait until after he had the dough mixed to shovel the coals into the hole, just in case they went out before he was finished the prep work. Pulling his glove back on, he picked up the measuring cup. Did he have to clean it again before using it? He assumed now, since all he'd put in it the last time was water... He measured a cup of flour into his pot before adding a pinch of salt. He hoped it wasn't too much... salty bread would taste nasty!

He cleaned his cup - the muggle way this time, as Professor Stewart had reminded them - before adding the water to the mix. Seriously, why did he have such a hard time remembering not to use magic in her classes?! He peeled off his right glove and set to work mixing the dough. Trying to do everything one-handed was hard, but he didn't want to chance contaminating the food with the cut (or the glove) on his other hand. Once he'd managed to form a nice round loaf, he dropped the dough back in the pot, placing the lid on top.

Now it was time to dig the hole. After putting his other glove back on, Fiyero grabbed the nearest shovel. Gripping the handle irritated his injured hand, but he wasn't going to complain about it. He quickly transferred a couple of shovelfuls of embers into the hole before putting the cast iron pot on top. He glanced at the timer for the stew... forty minutes left. It looked like both dishes were going to be ready at about the same time, and not a moment too soon! His belly was already growling...

He hurriedly cleaned up the utensils he'd used, taking extra care around the knife this time. The muggle way of cleaning was taking forever! He didn't understand why he couldn't just do another scouring charm; it would make things go a lot faster! After putting the equipment away, he rummaged through the crate to find a bag of marshmallows. He popped one onto the end of a stick he'd found at his feet and held it over the fire. Finally, snack time!

It had been Fiyero who hurt himself. The Muggle Studies Professor examined the Gryffindor's finger with concern. "Yes, indeed the bleeding has stopped.'' She smiled slightly at him. "I trust that you're feeling well enough to carry on with the lesson? You can do so if you feel up to it. You're doing a great job so far.'' Kay patted Fiyero's shoulder in encouragement.

SPOILER!!: Miranda! <3

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" I don't cook, Professor...." She answered quite plainly." And I don't eat .... " she continued" ... Whatever... this is" nose wrinkled and hand dismissively gesturing at the yuck that the others were so happily making.

"Come now, Ms Blaze,'' Kay said gently. "You can do anything you put your mind to. I have never eaten this either but I am eager to try it.'' It was starting to smell wonderful around the lake as the cooking was done. The woman would be lying if she said her stomach hadn't grumbled a little. "Would you like me to assist you? The important thing is to make an attempt.''


OOC: HI, GUYS! <3 Kay and I see all of you who are using magic LOL But no worries! She won't dock points. Class will continue in a few hours when Jess is free. In the meanwhile, carry on with your charries' cooking! I love reading your posts so much! Keep up the awesome RPing!

Song Jaemin had been fully prepared to just let it go. He was going to do the cooking thing, and ignore the Muggle Studies professor. But when she spoke to him again, and took points from him for such an absurd reason, the small boy immediately went completely, absolutely still and rigid where he stood, expression floating somewhere between confusion and just... anger.

And the anger happened to win. Because he. did. not. like. her. at all.

"Why is it rude to tell you that you've said my name wrong? And rude to say you've done it before? How is that me being disrespectful and not you?" the twelve year old snapped, hands balling into fists at his sides as he stared at the woman. "People have always said my name wrong, and it bothers me. Am I supposed to not let it bother me that people can't say my name? Is it not supposed to bother me that a professor gets my name wrong? Am I supposed to let it go just because you're a professor?"

His name wasn't even difficult to say. But nobody ever wanted to try, which was why he let people call him Jay even though he didn't really like that name very much at all. Because it wasn't his name.

"Why do you get to take points from me for being upset that you say my name wrong?"

Clearly this cooking thing wasn't going to happen, because the only thing the twelve year old Slytherin had boiling at this point was some very strong anger over this... absolute injustice. He was being punished for not being happy about her calling him the wrong name repeatedly? He stared at the Muggle Studies professor defiantly, his anger and upset very clearly written across his face.

Kitty cut the cabbage into what she estimated to be quarters like the instructions said. Her knife slipped at one point, resulting in one of the pieces being a little bigger than the others. That was okay. Next she poured the water into the cauldron. As she did this the flames below her cauldron flickered and rose higher before descending back to their normal position.

The next step was very enjoyable: Placing first a layer of meat and vegetables into the pot, and then a layer of freshly cut cabbage, then placing another layer of vegetables and meat into the pot - and sprinkling each layer with salt and pepper. Doing this gave Kitty a very satisfying feeling and made her forget about her cold. In fact, she may have gotten carried away with the salt and pepper. She sprinkled way more pepper and salt into her slices than was required or than was even in most foods with salt and pepper. Kitty knew she was putting on too much, but that was okay for one meal, right?

Her slices were all used up pretty quickly. Humming happily to herself, Kitty covered the pot and took out the marshmallows. Soon she would be preparing the Daper, but first she wanted to take a break and eat some marshmallows.

"These marshmallows are pretty good Professor," mumbled Kitty with her mouth full.

You'd think it would bother him that the class was in the cold, or that it was nearly dinner and he'd rather be in the Great Hall than out by the lake but really the boy couldn't care less. The level of indifference he'd taken to the lesson was astounding and somewhat alarming. By now, his unadulterated rage at no longer having Moxley had mostly trickled down into unmistakable apathy.

Blaise was listening to the instructions, now realizing the Potions aspect--not that he'd have asked. The boy found it more usual than not that the classes this term weren't making sense. Not logical sense anyway. Now they were making food.

As much as he wanted to be put off, how could he when he was starving and they would soon be fed? That sounded like a win to him. An even bigger win came when he heard they'd be muggle fire making. Not that he was opposed to simply sharing a fire with someone else if it DID require magic. Speaking of, Blaise had been watching the confrontation between the younger Snake and the Not!Moxley Professor and immediately decided to share with him. He'd seen enough to know this wouldn't end well and made a beeline for the boy. "Let's work together. I think we're both a little behind." And without waiting, the Gryffindor took hold of the boy firmly and pulled him over to his pile of wood.

Having already collected the box of matches, the boy took a moment to light the fire before turning to the Second Year and pointing to the half filled page of his notepad where a message waited for him at the end. Leaving the boy to read and hopefully get it, Blaise went to get the tripod stand and collect the needed ingredients. This didn't seem SO hard. A little clear thinking and he now had his cauldron firmly seated. "You can cut the cabbages while I get some water." And they could pretend to be somewhere else together if he liked. Just no more; the anger was threatening to set in again, just when he'd gotten rid of it.

Kitty's hole was already dug, in fact that had been one of the first things she had done - right when she was gathering the ingredients. Digging the hole was the only really hard thing for her as it had required (in her view) loads of physical work on a cold ground. But now it was ready and everything else flowed easily from there. She added the salt to the flour and one fourth cup of water - just as the instructions had required. Then she mixed it together into a round loaf. Her nails were totally being ruined here, but by now she used to that happening in class and she could always repaint them later. Once she was finished she added the damper mixture to the iron pot. Now she just had to wait for forty minutes.

She returned to eating the marshmallows. Right after this she would clean the equipment.

He was so frustrated and angry. Nothing in this class was going to stay with him now, because all he could think about was how unbelievably unfair this woman was being. Not that he would ever make either of these recipes on his own, because being a very small Korean meant using cabbage in a very different way than this stew stuff, but still. It was the point of it all. He couldn't do the colour-changing charm because all he associated it with was art, because of the lesson, and now he would forever be turned off of the idea of eating however you said this stuff because he'd just remember being punished for not having a 'regular' name.

The grip on his arm shook his attention, and Jaemin only caught half a glance at Blaise before the taller Gryffindor boy was moving him. His frustration was giving way to upset, and he didn't like the painful lump in the back of his throat, nor the slight prickling behind his eyes. The small Slytherin drew a soft, shuddering breath and let Blaise shuffle him away, a slight tremor in his still balled-up fists. He didn't say a word as the other boy went about lighting his fire, just stood there until he was handed the notepad.

It only took him a moment to read it and understand it, and when he looked up from the page Blaise was already coming back. He nodded lightly at the tall boy, hurt still evident in his eyes as he held out the notepad for him to take; his own things were actually very close to where Blaise was set up, and he moved to pull them over to the Gryffindor's station instead, only taking a moment to put out his own small fire. With magic, because this was still Potions class.

"I don't mind cutting up the cabbages," he murmured, voice quiet as he settled himself on the ground and opened the small chest with the ingredients inside. "I help mom do it when we make kimchi at home."

That involved a lot more cutting, though. This would be easy in comparison, and give him a reason to not look at the Muggle Studies professor anymore.

Blaise was glad the scribbled words had gotten through to the boy, even if only on some level as he could still see what could be remnants of hurt in the boys eyes. This sort of thing was to be expected. Jaemin had been here for a year and a half, soon he'd realize the pattern too. For now, they had stew to make and for as much as he could, he would keep the boy more progressively occupied. No need to have two mopers around one fire.

The Gryffindor received his notepad, instructing it back to work with the floating quill. It had no doubt been having a field day just now.

Op, and he didn't mind cutting the cabbage. "That's the spirit." Blaise offered him a smile, one that though not pitying, gave clear indication he understood. Shortly after, the boy turned to a classmate, asking them to fill his cauldron with water FOR him. Just one of those times he didn't have his wand with him, you know? If this was to go on, someone else had to do it and Jaemin was already set to cutting the cabbages--though funny enough, he COULD cast aguamenti. It was the first spell his wand complied with. Didn't make him more inclined to take his wand to Potions. Nope. As it turned out, there was already water in the crate. Crisis completely averted, look at that.

"Kimchi sounds interesting." As did anything that wasn't English to this 13 year old. "What's in it?" While he spoke, Blaise placed the slices of meat into the cauldron one by one. It was almost like a pattern, except he was just trying to make them all fit and soon enough they were overlapping. That was okay....right?

Next he added the salt and pepper, again hoping he was doing it right. "If this goes wrong, I know some people we can get to share theirs." Also, the boy could add the cabbage once he was done. Team work and all that fancy stuff.

Kay really wanted to avoid a confrontation. Not only because it could disrupt the class but also because she disliked conflict of any kind. But on contrary to Jaemin's anger, she was quite calm. She spoke quietly, not wanting to upset the rest of students and Art. She was so sorry this was happening during their lesson.

"It is certainly not rude to point out that I mispronunced your name. I'm glad you did. However, it is the tone and words which you used. Do you not realise how accusing it sounds? I do not know if your anger towards me if solely because of your name or because I did not give you full marks for not making a try for the Animation lesson. Whichever it is, I suggest that you keep your attitude in check or risk detention.'' Kay could right off the bat give Jaemin detention as she knew some of her colleagues would but she still wanted to give him a chance. "Also, no. I did not expect you to give me a pass at the mispronunciation. If I did, I would not have bothered to apologise.''

Her eyes shifted to Blaise. She smiled slightly at the Gryffindor for trying to get Jaemin involved in the activity. "Go ahead with Mr Bellaire. You wouldn't want to miss this tasty treat that Professor Newton has planned.''

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"Alright, class!'' Kay happily sniffed the air as she returned to the front of the gathering. "One hour has passed. I'm no expert on these foods we have prepared but I think that's the green light for removing the lids and serving ourselves both the Fårikåland the Damper. Go ahead, everyone! There are plates up in front here so feel free to grab them.'' She beamed around at them all. "After that, we'll have dinner together and possibly tell some ghost stories. Does anyone know of any?'' Art had come up with this ghost story idea and she loved it.

The woman moved to get herself a plate and to ladle some of the delicious smelling food from her cauldron then moved to sit on one of the logs at the back. "You may join me if you wish.''

OOC: Hellooo! This brings us to the last part of the lesson! Have your charrie grab their foods in a plate and join Kay at her log if you would like. Jess is a little caught up in RL at the moment so I've decided to move the class forward. Feel free to be creative with spooky stories which was Jess's idea. you can still catch up with the cooking if necessary. Have fun! <3

While he waited for the cabbages, he thought it best to begin the second meal--considering they had two whole piles of wood to work with and a need to hurry it up. It didn't take an Arithmancy Professor to tell him they'd severely fallen behind. Blaise went to get the second set of ingredients, paying keen attention to the exchange between the Professor and Jaemin.

Look at that. More things that won't go over well with the Second Year. For all his trying, could no one simply drop things? Merlin's beard.

Just as quickly as the Professor finished speaking, Blaise was at the boy's side again, mixing the flour, salt and water in the pot. "You know what this kind of looks like?" A distraction? Because that's what it was. But really he meant the flour he was mixing. "That putty stuff muggles use."

Don't ask him how you molded flour. He was just kneading at it repeatedly and hoping for the best. "But anyway, you were talking about the Kimchi." Go on. Just let it go. Everything would work out better this way. Remember the notepad. It's not worth it.

Blaise talking to him, and asking him things, actually gave Jaemin the chance to focus on something else, which was helpful. The little lump of anger in the small twelve year old's stomach cooled just a bit, and he set down one of the cabbages to go about cutting it.

Unfortunately, it seemed the professor wasn't done prodding at open wounds. Jaemin did not look up at her as she spoke, still leaned over the cutting he'd been doing, but the small boy had immediately frozen upon her threat, eyes going wide as that anger boiled right back up. He stayed still as stone throughout her entire whine about him being rude by not being happy about her not saying his name right, the only movement being the ever so slight tremble in his hands as he did his best to keep his anger in check and his eyes fixed on the cabbage he'd just cut in half and had been working to cut in fourths.

Blaise's sudden reappearance at his side broke that focus and the small boy's head snapped up, teeth very clearly clenched inside his closed mouth and a look of barely controlled, rather pained anger very obvious on his face as he looked at the Gryffindor. It wasn't an expression meant for him, obviously, but the Slytherin knew that if he looked at that professor again, with her condescending 'you should be nicer to people who upset you'-ness, he would definitely end up in detention, simply for having a name that wasn't considered 'normal' in this part of the world.

He so, so, so wished that Moxley had never left.

"Kimchi is mostly cabbage, though it's napa cabbage instead of these," he managed after a good long moment, his anger still very evident in his voice. He would just ignore Professor Stewart's entire existence. Hopefully she wouldn't find that disrespectful too. "There are other vegetables too, like green onions and stuff. And squid too. And it ferments in spicy kimchi paste."

Hands still shaking, he slammed the knife down on the cabbage again to finish cutting it up. If there was ever a good time to be chopping stuff up as an outlet for anger, now was it. Hopefully his cutting wasn't loud enough to be considered disrespectful.

Ah they'd finally made some progress. Blaise didn't mind the look he'd earned from the boy, figuring it was better him than him giving it to the Professor because then they'd NEVER hear the end of it and by proximity, HE would be forced to listen too. Not how he intended to spend a class he no longer liked, thank you very much. By all means, Jaemin, let out ever mean look you've got. He would take it for the team.

Blaise took the now finished cabbages from the younger boy and dded some as the next layer to the pot. While he did, he glanced over at the instructions for the damper. It was very important to keep moving, even more important to keep Jaemin occupied for the sake of both their sanities.

"I like spicy stuff. Bet I'd like it too--never had squid though. I was gonna try this once when we went to this Japanese Restuarant--" Not implying the boy was Japanese, simply an analogy, "but my little sister made this huge fuss and mum told me to get something else." Julie was a strange girl. He adored her, but she was definitely strange. "You can start digging the hole we'll need for the damper. Says you'll need to make it a foot deep and add two shovels of coal and ash when you're done."

Perfect work for the boy who no longer had chopping to take the edge off the raw anger that could still be seen coursing through him.

In the mean time, he would continue alternating the meat and cabbages with the salt and pepper in between. They were meant to end with Cabbages yes? "bet the elves made better food over in the Great Hall. You don't suppose they'll forego feeding us because we'll have already eaten....right?" Because, ha, he'd be BEYOND annoyed.

Digging was another thing that would definitely give him an outlet at that moment. Jaemin wasn't even at all fussed that this was the second hole he'd dug for this activity, and the small boy took the shovel easily to go about it. The dirt was ending up in a rather haphazard pile next to the hole, but... yet again, not something he was fussed over. There was enough dirt across the grounds for them to carry on.

"The squid goes in the kimchi paste for kimchi," he murmured, jabbing the shovel into the ground rather hard. "You have to make it salty for that, but when it's on its own it's just chewy. Tastes good."

They didn't eat squid very often in his house, not on its own - they had a healthy mix of Korean food and local stuff, at least he assumed. Enough so that nothing he'd encountered so far in the great hall had been out of place or weird. But whenever they went to a restaurant in their neighbourhood that let them cook their food on the table, the small boy always made a point of talking his parents into ordering it. He liked how chewy it was.

Thinking about that also dulled his anger a bit more, though the boy's demeanor and expression were still darker than usual and he was still making it a point to ignore the woman, should she consider talking in his direction again. He did his best to get the hole to match the one he'd dug over in the other area, then looked at the fire that was cooking the however-you-said-it. There was enough ember and ash to the one side that he could take some, he was sure... Jaemin filled the shovel up with the stuff, twice over, and dumped it unceremoniously into the hole before putting another good-sized log in its place.

"I think they'll still cook lots of stuff... there are people who aren't in this class-" lucky them, "-and professors and stuff that need to eat too."

And if there wasn't food in the great hall when they went back to the school... well, they could always bother the elves in the kitchen. They were nice enough, and helpful. Most of the time.

Merlin look at him go. It was safe to say Blaise might not have finished the task in nearly half the time--and not from a lack of trying. Everyone had something they were touchy about so he didn't think much of the boy's anger, nor did he question the mood he'd now sunk into. It was very likely he himself would have fallen into this mood if he was suddenly required to cast magic.

Every now and then, he glanced over at his quill, being sure not to have it wandering too far. Fire and quills did not mix and you just never knew when a fire would flare and take hold of his most prized possession.

With the last of the cabbage and meat added, the boy carefully placed the lid on top then turned to continue with the dough. Round loaf. Right. He could do that. "I wanna say that doesn't sound so hard but maybe it is. Maybe we can ask the elves to make up some at another time." They were usually nice enough to oblige but perhaps they shouldn't have been talking about squid food by the lake with Bartholomew Henry in it. "What else do you help your mum make?"

There, this was round enough. Blaise was sure to light the coal before placing the pot with the now rounded loaf on top and covering it with yet another lid.

"You're right. There are some happy go lucky buggers who're set to enjoy dinner and we'll be late." He'd only picked the class because of Moxley. Someone should have warned him she was leaving.

Stepping back, the Gryffindor took a look at their handiwork. Look at that. We're all but done."[/b] Just had to wait for it to cook was all. "Let's put everything back in the crates while we wait for it to finish being cooked."

They were pretty much done with the prep part of the cooking, right? The bread stuff was in the hole, the pot of cabbage stuff was on the fire. Jaemin looked at his hands before absently rubbing them on his legs, getting rid of the bit of ash and dirt that stuck to his fingertips. He'd scourgify his stuff later, when he was done being in a class that was less about learning Muggle stuff and more like acting like magic didn't exist at all.

"Kimchi, you mean?" he looked at Blaise, the darkness in his expression fading a little bit more. "It takes a while, cause you gotta leave the cabbage sit for an hour or two, and then you have to let it ferment for days when it's done. But it's good. If the house elves can't make it, I can do it."

There might have been some stuff he'd have to mail his parents for, though. The elves probably didn't have things like sweet rice flour, or fish sauce... it would be nice to do it, though. He was missing home more and more this term.

"I help her make stuff like kimchijeon too, but I'm not really good at cooking stuff. I just chop things up for her. She's gonna show me how to make hotteok when I go home though." The small boy reached into the crate to fish out the bag of marshmallows that they were apparently supposed to eat... before eating dinner... and set them aside so they could put the leftover stuff back in. As he thoughtlessly moved the shovel closer to the crate the call came for them to sit together, with her, and his spine tensed up a bit.

He immediately looked back at Blaise and frowned. "I'm not going over there." Their food wasn't even close to being fully cooked yet, he was sure, but not even after. He'd eat his weird cabbage stuff and dirt!bread over here, well away from... all of that.

Marshmallows? That's right, they were meant to eat those, weren't they?

Blaise helped his cooking buddy re-pack the stuff into the crates but just as he turned to join the others and the Professors the boy said that. Huh. The Gryffindor looked him over once, deciding how big a deal this was before simply plopping to the ground by their cauldron. Not sitting with the others didn't bother him. In truth, it was neither here nor there with him and he didn't suspect he'd be missing much.

The boy patted the floor across from him. "You can tell me more about these interesting things you get to eat when you're not stuck in this rotten dung hole of an institution." He might not have been some master chef but that didn't make him less interested in the food the boy was describing.

He reached for a marshmallow from the bag but opted not to stick it over the fire his cauldron was temporarily occupying. Best to just leave all that alone.

Blaise didn't have to stay with him if he didn't want to. Jaemin wouldn't have minded if the other boy wanted to go over with the rest of the class, but he equally didn't mind that he was going to stay here with him. He moved to sit across from him, picking out a marshmallow and popping it into his mouth. Hopefully if the stuff didn't taste good, they could just... fill up on the marshmallows.

"Kimchijeon is kimchi pancakes... they're not exactly like regular pancakes, and the kimchi makes them orange." They weren't spicy like kimchi was either, because the pancakes sorta took that away. "Hotteok is pancakes too, but they've got stuff inside them, like filling. Mom says they're 'street food', so they're not something you eat every day... I only get to have them every so often."

There were lots of other things he ate regularly, but those two were among his favourites, and he always tried to prod his mom into making them for him. She'd made them more often than she used to when he'd been home over the holidays and summer... but it'd be nice if he could make them here, for himself. They were comforting.

"We make a lot of regular stuff too, like the stuff we get here for meals." He shrugged lightly. "Mom likes to show me how to make the Korean stuff though, because it makes my grandma happy when we visit her."

He was much calmer now. His skin wasn't even prickling with annoyance anymore.

"If you ever want to try stuff, I can owl home... my mom and dad will send me stuff if I ask."

Azura looked up at the Professor and turned her attention to her cooking. Her timer was about to go off and so she got up and went to grab a plate and some utensils and then once her timer went off, she took off the lid to the cauldron and helped herself to some stew and then took the lid off the bread as well..

Everything smelled so delicious!

She helped herself to a scoop of bread as well before moving towards the log and Professor Stewart. "Can I sit next to you Professor? I'm not really good with scary things." She said with a bit of a smile.

Art had been busy walking around the area, feeling quite nostalgic as he smelled the cooking cabbage in the cauldrons. It reminded him of home. Everyone seemed to be doing such a good job, at least those who were cooking. They weren't overly difficult recipes, but they still helped with skills they used in potions.

Once Kay's voice spoke about the hour being back, Art found his attention shifting back to the present. Art followed her lead and grabbed a plate, filling it with the stew and some damper. He went to sit on the opposite side of the circle to Kay, to allow the students to fill out in between them.

Once he was half way through his food, he cleared his throat and held a flashlight under his chin. The result was quite frightening on the old man. He started speaking one of the scary stories he had heard from his children's friends once when they went camping...

SPOILER!!: Hide and Seek

Two young brothers were at home alone in the apartment while their parents visited their neighbours next door for a while.

“Be good boys,” their parents said.

To keep themselves occupied the boys decided to play a game of hide and seek. The older boy turned his head to the wall and began to count. He could hear his little brother’s feet as he scampered about looking for a place to hide.

“Ready or not I’m coming,” cried the older brother and off he went looking for his brother. He looked in all the usual places, behind the sofa, in the bathroom behind the shower curtain, behind the curtains in every room, and under all the beds, but he couldn’t find him. The apartment was eerily silent.

Then he heard a scraping sound coming from the wardrobe. The boy was sure he’d already looked there, but he went anyway and called out, “Come out I’ve found you!” but there was only silence.

Again he called for his brother to come out and again nothing. Opening the door, the boy tried to peer behind the wall of dresses and coats hanging there. He bent down, but he did not see any feet standing there. He began to rise up and put his hand out into the mass of clothing to feel for his little brother when a small, white, icy cold hand came out, grabbed his wrist, and tried to pull him into the closet.

As he is trying to pull himself free, he hears a noise behind him, looks over his shoulder, and sees his brother behind him. “Couldn’t you find me?” asks the boy.

The older brother screams in fright and desperately tries to free himself from the grip of the hand, all the while being pulled into the wardrobe. The younger brother grabs him and together they manage to pull free. They both run screaming from the apartment.

Nobody knows what would have happened if the hand had managed to pull him in. Do you!

OOC: Feel free to say a scary story if you want! Keep them all SS appropriate

Oh right, it was also a muggle studies lesson. Oops. Olly had already used scourgify before he'd heard they were really supposed to be using rags. He was glad that he wasn't going to get in trouble or anything for it.

And time was up! It was good because Olly's stomach had started grumbling. He went to grab a plate and utensils before helping himself to his finished food. He scooped up the...stew. And placed the bread on his plate. It did look delicious, extra delicious because he was so hungry. He took his plate over to the logs and sat down by the professor. Scary stories? That sounded pretty cool. He hoped someone knew something really scary. While he ate he thought hard to remember if he had heard any good ones.

Chow time!

Tenacius didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted the lid off pot to check on the Damper and saw that its now nice and soft and whole. Bush bread is done!

Plates? Psssh such delicate sensibilities are a hindrance to survive IN THE WIIIIIILD!......or school backyard heh.

He plopped himself on the ground, somewhere between Professor Stewart and Professor Newton, and set his Farikal cauldron between his knees, eating out of it like a gigantic soup bowl. The Damper? Sliced in quarters now with a part of it already being munched away on his hand. Simple bread, his special soup was great and scary stories. Impromptu camping he is loving it mmhm.

Did he have any scary stories? None that he could think of right now. He could probably tell stories about Moaning Myrtle possibly being spotted in the Boys' toilets, but that may not be the kind of scary the Professors are referring to heh.