There were... a LOT of things that Evan had not liked about Healer Poppy. Obviously. Like the unknowingly drugging them with candles throughout the castle. The almost ruining the play thing by causing panic for all of them. But there was ONE thing Evan was missing about the previous healer. ONE.

... Melon bread.

But it occurred to him too, the elves were the ones who had been MAKING all the bread for them. Which meant they also could easily make the melon bread for him if he were to request it. So between classes, he made his way towards the painting of the fruit bowl in order to put in his request. Uniform still on, not having bothered changing into comfy clothes since there was another class to be gone to following his snack. But as he made it to the picture...


He realized he hadn't visited the kitchens himself since his first year. And he couldn't remember which fruit he was supposed to tickle. And HOW was he supposed to tickle it? A feather quill? He probably had one somewhere...

Kayne had a bit of a break between his classes at this time and was feeling rather famished. So, deciding going to the great hall just simply wouldn't cut it (also because he didn't really wanna be in his full school uniform right now), the young snake sauntered down to where the secret door to the kitchen was located. Being the mischievous type, he tended to know most of the secrets of the castle. Some of which, he's experienced first hand. Others, he's only heard about. However this secret door, was something that Kayne had done in the past. It was rather effective, getting food quicker and easier. Less people to disturb him while he ate as well.

However, Kayne Mordrake was met by...someone...who was also seemingly there to get food? But it looks like they might not have remembered how to get in? Silently leaning against the one wall, his voice casually rang through the air "Need some help?"

Hopefully, his sudden and rather quiet appearance didn't startle the other person, but if it did...well...Kayne wouldn't be too mad about it.

The Ravenclaw had adjusted his bag to hang more in front of his stomach as he rummaged around within to try and locate a feather quill. Unfortunately, everything he was pulling out was candy and candy wrappers, which made him realize just how long it had been since he'd cleaned it out. A task for after classes that day, he supposed. Finally grasping one, he pulled it out of the bag with a bit of a triumphant look on his face.

Before he dropped it at the sound of an unexpected voice behind him. Sighing softly, he reached back down to grab the feather and straightened to turn to see a Slytherin. He was pretty sure he was a friend of Ash's as well, but outside of most recent memory of getting kicked out of class from Headmaster (he really was on a roll lately), he couldn't remember much else. Like a name.

"Oh uh... yeah. Do you remember which fruit you're supposed to tickle to get it open?" It was something he should have remembered, and he was nearly embarrassed to ask, but it was either swallow his pride or have to give up the idea of his melon bread.

Taking a few moments to run his fingers through his hair, the Mordrake heir, wouldn't dare to let it go unkempt. Even though his mullet was practically fine the way it was, Kayne still had the habit to be consistently fixing it. Just a few strands of hair out of place was easily enough to send him running back to a mirror to fix it. However, in the moment, the sly kid refrained from actually running to a mirror, and just decided to guess when his hair was fine.

After doing so, Kayne promptly moved towards the picture as the Ravenclaw had asked which fruit they had to tickle. In a very dramatic and over theatric voice, the snake's posh accent delivering the words "Well you're in luck, cause indeed." His right hand now reaching out towards the pear, giving it a little tickle. "I do." For a second, nothing had happened; until that's when he gave the side of the painting a little tap in a suave manner. Almost as if right on queue, the pear popped out into a doorknob. "The name's Kayne by the way, Kayne Mordrake."

As Evan was not one who cared about his hair, despite having often heard his was rather nice, he just assumed the other boy's hand moves had something to do with an unfortunate case of dandruff. So he politely looked away, back to the painting again in order to not embarrass should any have floated off in the process.

The dramatics were not missed on Ev, and he turned to glance at the Slytherin again. He couldn't remember much of who had been in the play last term, or was a member of drama club in general, but it did seem it might have been up this guy's alley. Not that that was something Evan was judging, as he happened to live with quite a few drama kings and queens. "The pear?" That seemed surprising to him, as honestly his first guess would have been a peach - though he had not basis for this assumption. "Thanks. Appreciate the help." He stashed away his feather quill, realizing now how completely unnecessary it had been. "Nice to meet you Kayne, I'm Evan Nam. Are you a fifth year?"