xx♥Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Student Kitchens xxx♥Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Tàmhas xxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Thank you dinner xxxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Oh no!
Hesperia smiled her tight lipped smile when he said his break was good and that he saw what she interpreted as his family. He asked her how her break was and she shrugged and said, "It was alright. Spent time with my grandparents and I went shopping with my mom." She usually spent time with her grandparents, though. She decided to leave that part out; it made her break sound more exciting. Usually all she did was sit at home and watch Greek television programs with her family, unless her mom was up to something. Then her time was spent in her room, reading a book while her grandparents yelled at her mother. Thus was her life at home. Tàmhas mentioned picking up a Greek cookbook and wanting to try his hand at Greek cuisine. She was about to comment and say it smelled really good, then he mentioned not using garlic for his 'vampire pal'. Hes's hands immediately flew to her mouth, covering it as if she could hide her vampire fangs. "Wha...wha... what... do... you... mean?" she stumbled out, feeling tears come to her eyes. He had figured out her secret! She was going to be run out of Hogwarts! Brown eyes glanced at the door, wondering if she should run out. Then she looked back to Tàmhas. He didn't looked threatened by her. In fact, his eyes were twinkling. Dropping her hands, she looked to the floor. "You... you figured it out... I'm... a... half-vampire..." She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. What was he going to do with this information? He wasn't the malicious type, at least that's what she thought about him...
Tàmhas grinned back when Hes started to explain her break. She got to hang out with her grandparents and go shopping with her ma? That was great! "A'm glad ye hud a guid time. Ah wis thinking aboot ye th' whold time, whilk is how come ah figured a'd mak' ye a crakin' dinner. Plus ye'r juist a stoatin pal!" He nodded, remembering when he'd spotted the cookbook and come up with the plan. After all, he quite missed his friends over any break, but this one specifically had been rough. And he knew that time before break had been difficult for Hes, having been part of his terrible day.
Once he'd tried his "joke" about vampirism, Hes recoiled badly. The boy immediately put his hands up in worry, trying to show no harm meant. Hes covered her mouth, looking absolutely terrified. "Och! Och na..." He said softly, immediately feeling only guilt. Her next words were to say he'd figured it out, that she was a half-vampire. "Och, Hes... A'm sorry. Ah thought this wey ah cuid speil it aff as a joke, bit ah shuid hae bin mair kind. A wullnae tell a'body though. Efter a', ye wur crakin' tae me whin ye noted ah wis a nymph. Bit an' a', a'd ne'er wantae hurt a mukker."
Tàm stepped over, offering his hands out toward the first year. "Though tae be fair, ah think tis bonny gallus. 'n' it mak's ye unique, whilk is guid tae. Plus, it helped save mah lee, whilk mak's it even cooler. Bit again, a wullnae tell. Nae unless yi'll waant me tae. Otherwise, tis oor wee secret." He stepped closer, pulling his friend into a hug. He wished he knew the exact thing to say to reassure her, but he hoped his words were okay for now. If she simply never wanted him to speak on it again, he could do that. Otherwise, he'd keep it close to his chest until told otherwise. No way was he going to betray one of his best pals!
xx♥Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Student Kitchens xxx♥Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Tàmhas xxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Thank you dinner xxxxx♥Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?Oh no!
As soon as she reacted to his comment, the boy was in apology mode and made it clear that he had thought it'd be a funny joke. He said he wouldn't tell anyone and that it would be their "wee secret". That did ease her mind quite a bit but she figured she ought to tell him why she reacted why she did... and why she was holding onto this big secret. Sniffling a little, she dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, then laid her head against Tàmhas when he hugged her. "It's okay... It's just... well, it's my grandparents." She sighed and released Tàm from the hug. Sitting down at one of the tables, she continued, "My Yia-yia and Papou, they told me that people wouldn't understand me and would be afraid of me. They said that if people found out what I was, they'd chase me out of school. They said that a lot..." She heaved a deep sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Getting this secret out, at least to one person, felt like a weight lifting off her chest. "They love me, don't me wrong. They were just afraid that people wouldn't understand me." Hes wiped at some more tears that were in her eyes. Then she chuckled and added, "But I don't think they were expecting me to befriend another person who wasn't fully human." She smiled widely, the first time she'd done so since arriving at Hogwarts. When she smiled, her little fangs were plainly obvious, marking her as a half-vampire.
Tàmhas gently pet Hes' hair when she laid against his chest. She confessed that it was due to her grandparents, then stepped back to go sit at one of the tables. The nymph carefully poured the (slightly lumpy) tzatziki sauce over the spanakopita, then brought both plates to the table. Hesperia continued, explaining that her Yia-yia and Papou (her what now?) told her that people wouldn't understand, that they'd throw her out in fear if anyone knew. He immediately felt bad for her, wishing he knew the best way to reassure her.
Apparently they were just overprotective, loving her in the way they thought best. He noticed the tears in her eyes, handing over a little sachet of tissues for her to use. She added that she didn't think they'd expected her to make friends with another not-quite-human and Tàm laughed. "Did thay ken that multiple fowk 'ere aren't human? We hae a vampire as a teacher! 'N' a stowed oot nymph teaches yer Herbology class. Plus thare ur ither half-creatures a' aroond. A pack o' werewolves in th' forest.... Hes, ye'r surroondit!" He laughed over his last words, the jovial twinkling back in his tones. It had been a long while since he'd been able to let go and laugh without feeling strange about it.
He noticed her smile and offered one back, his sharp (and slightly crooked, even behind bars) teeth showcased in the gesture. "Bit here's dinner. Ah hawp tis guid. Ah tasted everything, bit a've ne'er tried it made by someone wha forordinar cooks it, sae it micht be awfy. 'n' if it's, ah apologize fur insulting a' o' Gree'." He twirled his wand, utensils dancing over from their drawer to settle on the table before them both. He'd worked hard on their lunch, but truthfully, he had no idea whatsoever if it was true to what she knew. It was tasty enough for him, but he'd subsisted on his Pa's cooking for much of his life and survived.
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Student Kitchen xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?A small mountain of cheese xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Making a better dinner xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?There's not a limit on cheese!
Why did the Great Hall never have the right food? Lewis wanted mac & cheese (as he usually did), but yet again, the House Elves seemed to hate the meal. So after dinner, he slipped down to the student kitchens. If they wouldn't provide, he sure would! He tossed his hoodie onto one of the chairs in the kitchen, then set about gathering ingredients. How much cheese was too much cheese? Oh wait. There wasn't a limit on that one. He laughed under his breath as he grabbed a cheese grater and a few blocks of various cheeses. With a little energy, he could get a nice pile of cheese shredded up. Maybe he'd ask Linsey if she knew a handy charm for cheese grating next time he saw her.....
╔════════════════════════════╗ Matthew Spencer Fourteen Years Old - Fourth Year - Gryffindor - Halfblood Member of the Adventurer's Guild ╚════════════════════════════╝
Matthew grew a little tired of all of the health foods that the school provided for lunch, so he had been frequenting the kitchen to make his very own beloved mac and cheese. He didn’t overdo it by any means, but whenever he craved some ooey-gooey, cheesy pasta goodness, he opted to cook himself his favourite meal. Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed his classmate was cooking something as well. “Hey, Lewis,” he greeted, eying the boy and his surroundings. The mountain of cheese and the steamy pot on the stove indicated that, perhaps, he had been cooking something similar, if not the exact same meal. Although Matthew had run into students in the kitchen at other times, not once has someone made the same meal as him. “Whatcha makin’ there? And how much of it?” he asked, approaching the kid to get a closer look at his concoction.
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I feel like I'm the w o r s t So I a l w a y s act like I'm the best
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Student Kitchen xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Matthew xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Making a better dinner xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?There's not a limit on cheese!
Lewis was halfway through shredding cheese (in between eating bits of it), when someone walked in. It was Matthew from his year, presumably to make something specific too. The school really needed some better menu options. "Hey Matthew," He sent over a grin, switching to a block of cheddar. This was the most frustrating process imaginable. Why wouldn't the school just stock pre-shredded cheese? A shiver ran down his spine as he felt that somewhere, somehow, Nan felt his wish and scolded him over it. She always believed that the extra effort was worth it. It was something his granddads and his dad believed as well... so maybe he should just suck it up.
He looked back over when Matthew asked what, and how much, he was cooking. "Only the greatest mac & cheese ever. My Nan's recipe. And it's enough for at least three lunches." A laugh escaped as he vaguely remembered another lesson from his great-great grandmother. "Or one really big one if we split it. D'you want some?" With the block mostly finished, the rest went into his mouth. The tall teen started to mix together a roux, making sure to measure with his heart. Another pot went on the range, salted water set to come up to a boil.
╔════════════════════════════╗ Matthew Spencer Fourteen Years Old - Fourth Year - Gryffindor - Halfblood Member of the Adventurer's Guild ╚════════════════════════════╝
Matthew’s ears perked up when Lewis had informed him that he’d be making the greatest mac & cheese ever. Now, he didn’t even want to bother making his own — all that he had wanted was to try Lewis’ nan’s recipe. It couldn’t be that great, could it? What made it the best? Matthew was almost certain he wouldn’t get to find out unless he weaseled his way into it, until his classmate had offered to share it with him. “Sure, I’d love some!” he responded delightfully. “I was actually gonna make some of my own, but I’m curious. What makes your Nan’s the greatest?” he asked. Could it be the amount of cheese, or the mixture of the many varieties of them coming together in one melt? Could it be that additional ingredients were added, or possibly spices?
Matthew washed his hands quickly before scooping a handful of cheese into his mouth as well. He almost wondered if the variety of cheese was going to taste weird together once it was mixed into the pasta, and that Lewis really only thought his Nan’s was the best because he grew up eating hers. Sometimes the most simple recipes were the best — macaroni al dente, mozzarella cheese, and salt to taste. Regardless, he wouldn’t miss out on trying it. Plus, he was sure it would still hit the spot and fill his craving.
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I feel like I'm the w o r s t So I a l w a y s act like I'm the best
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I?Student Kitchen xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?Matthew xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?Cooking for a friend? xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs?Literally the best recipe
Lewis carefully adjusted the heat on his roux, stirring like he'd done so many times. He wasn't the greatest in the kitchen, but he'd practiced this specific recipe numerous times with various family members. By this point, he didn't even need the written recipe, though he knew it resided in the family's giant recipe book.... and a copy at his house.... and his trunk.... but he didn't need it! The Ravenclaw sent a grin over to the other boy, glad he'd accepted an offer of sharing their lunch. It was always best fresh, but more than that, it was so much nicer when shared with a friend. Perhaps Matthew could become a new friend?
At his swirly blue words, Lewis looked over. He laughed once, glad about the question. "Listen, this recipe has fed so, so many people. My Nan crafted it for her kids, right? And since then, it's fed them, grandkids, great-grandkids, and of course, my generation of great-great grandkids. I think it's something like 207, not counting spouses, friends, et cetera." He'd have to verify with Grandad Milo about the exact numbers, but unless there were (more) new kids in their family, he was sure he was right. "So it's the best one ever. Like. You'll never want other recipes after this one."
Lewis took another small bite of cheese, carefully adding it into the roux along with some heavy cream and seasonings. Once it was all added, he started the stirring process. It was a good arm workout, but it had the best result. He also dumped in shell noodles to the boiling pot, turning down the heat a bit. He wanted this to be extra perfect now that he was bragging on it.... but Nan's recipe never disappointed!
Tàmhas finally had a few hours off, which meant it was time to make something comforting to eat. He knew other students would be headed off to dinner soon, but the rather drab British menu didn't really appeal to him that day. Instead, he wanted a fancy butternut squash pasta, since he knew it would be warm and full of cheese... which was in itself comforting. Just as he prepared to start prepwork, pointed ears heard the door creak open. Green eyes glanced over before the teen's expression softened into a smile. "Awright thare, Ella. Howfur is yer day treating ye? Urr ye 'n' th' fowk meetin 'ere fur tea? Ah shouldn't tak' tae terribly lang." Hopefully he wouldn't be in their way. Then again, knowing what he did on Linsey and Ella, they almost certainly wouldn't be the type to kick him out... Actually, he'd probably get invited to join.
"Oh, um... Actually I was hoping to talk to you. I went to the Haunts room, but they said you'd come here to make food... so I kinda... followed." Her voice was softer than normal, plus a little shaky besides. Tàmhas set down what he was doing, gesturing for the smaller brunette to join him at the little table nearest them. "Whit kin ah dae fur ye? A've aye git lugs fur mah mukkers." He intertwined his fingers, gently resting his hands on the table. Hopefully she was feeling open, but if she's the one to start the conversation, he figured she probably was.
"W-well... Y'know how Linsey wants me to be just like her and run the cooking club? I... I don't think I can do it. I'd be really bad at it... a-and I need to tell her. Mom said to tell her early so she could figure stuff out, but every time I try I just get..." she sighed, seeming to shrink down a bit. "I just don't want her to be mad at me. Or upset about it, y'know? She's always been so good, but I'm not her. I can barely cook, much less talk to enough people at a big party thing."
Aaah, that made sense. Ella always had been something of a shrinking violet, even more so when she seemed to be actively shying away. "They conversations kin be a bawherr daunting, cannae thay? Weel, howfur aboot if we tell her th'gither? Ah dinnae think she'll be pure upset, 'n' if she is, then ah kin hulp ye baith navigate they feelin`s. Bit ah promise she wilnae be crabbit, Ella. Ah dinnae think Linsey cuid ever be crabbit at ye. She loues ye wey awfy much. Sae whit dae ye say? Waant me tae be yer mediator?" He lowered his own volume to help match hers, speaking with those soft tones he often did when helping people work through their thoughts.
Ella simply nodded, then seemed to hide behind her hair. He pulled out his wand, deciding the fastest way to get the older girl was by using some magic he still needed to practice. "Expecto Patronum... weet, hing oan... Expecto Patronum. Nah weet." He huffed at his wand as a wisp of silver came out before dissipating. "Ainlie dane this wance... Successfully. Expecto Patronum! Thare we gang!" A large silvery Pyrenees dog that looked a lot like Bodaigh appeared. Tàm politely requested her to deliver a message before the big dog bounded off. Hopefully Linsey wasn't busy and wouldn't mind coming down for a few moments.... and hopefully Ella wouldn't vanish on him.
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single │ Head Girl & Ravenclaw Prefect │ Quidditch Captain │ Art & Culinary Club Captain
‘Oh my Lord,’ thought Linsey as she was walking down from Ravenclaw Tower. She’d been deep into her studies for most of the day, and when she saw the light was already failing outside, she knew it was time for a break. The Seventh Year was writing up a paper for Transfigurations when she was noticing the lines of neat script were starting to a perform a snake-like dance before her eyes, her stomach was reminding her it was some time since she ate last that day, while the mug of cocoa on her desk was not only no longer warm but was dead cold. After carefully blowing on the page so the ink would set properly, she got up from her work, began her trek towards the Student Kitchens. After a couple steps, she paused, and called to her companion, “Come on, Blannat, it’s suppertime…I think.”
The Seventh Year was dressed for a day of comfortable studying and little else, wearing a knee-length, medium blue shirt dress, under which she added an off-white stretchy long-sleeved, turtleneck Thinsulate Tee shirt and tights, and her wool-lined slipper-shoes. Before leaving her work, she threw on a cable-knit cardi sweater, as it was already starting to get a bit chilly in the castle. Instead of one of her carefully created hairdos, her long hair was put up in a sort of messy bun, held there with ties and hair stays, with strands of white hair seeking to escape.
As bleary-eyed as she was, Linsey made her way down from the table near the fireplace in the Common Room, and headed towards the Student Kitchens largely by memory, with Blannat helping her along the way. ‘Probably need to make dinner for everybody else while I’m at it. What am I even in the mood for?’ She’d heard what the menu for dinner was, it didn’t remotely appeal to her, at least not tonight, and she chuckled tiredly at the thought of calling in a delivery order to some place in Hogsmeade. Turning a corner, she saw a large spectral Pyrenees dog loping along in her direction.
Linsey was halfway to fishing out treats for the creature when she reminded herself it was neither alive nor a ghost, but a Patronus, which spoke in Tam’s voice. ‘I know I’m tired, but that’s just…’ she thought, and then she heard Tam’s disembodied voice give her a message. She smiled, and told the spectral dog, “I was heading that way anyways. I’ll be there shortly.”
By the time Linsey arrived at the Student Kitchens, her canine companion at her side, she was feeling a bit more functional, though no less tired. She saw Tam was already there, as was Ella. She came over and gave her little sister a side-hug, and said softly, with a bit of her usual perkiness, “Hey, Taibhse Beag. Hey, Tam. I got your message, and your messenger deserves a nice belly-scritch. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
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Cinnabun Gryffie
"All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun When the journey we are making has begun Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart Every happy ending needs to have a start
All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way "
Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2024 10:12 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Student Kitchen xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Tàmhas, Linsey, and Blannat xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Confessions xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?I don't want her to hate me...
The exact second Tàmhas had managed to get his patronus to work, Ella wished she'd never come along. Maybe she still had a chance to run away? She hadn't ever been good at confrontation, even if the older teen was right beside her to help out. Of course she didn't think Linsey would be mad... but years and years of immediate anger and abuse had set her brain to always worry. Heck, she was still waiting to get in trouble somewhere by the Grey family, though so far they'd shown nothing but kindness.
"Dinna fash yirsel, ella. Ah will be richt 'ere th' hail time. Nothing's aff tae happen bit a blether. 'n' if ye lose yer wurds, ah will huv a go tae hulp." Tàmhas seemed to read her thoughts, startling the younger Hufflepuff. "Och na, ah juist clocked th' keek oan yer coupon. Ah didnae tak' mynd magic. A'm a guid guesser." Okay... but that time he definitely read her thoughts... right? When the door opened again, carnelian eyes glanced over to see a very tired looking Linsey. The smaller brunette turned her head down, hair falling over her face. Linsey gave her a hug, which Ella leaned into, before the older girl sat down.
"Cheers Linsey. Ella 'ere hud something she wanted tae tell ye, 'n' she wis a bawherr worried aboot losing her wurds, sae a'm 'ere tae hulp. Ella, gang ahead, okay? Juist whit ye tellt me." He gently set a hand on the smaller girl's shoulder, but she immediately tensed up and pulled away. Poor Tàmhas looked a little surprised, but still offered one of those kind smiles that people seemed to always give her. "Yes, right. Um... I.... oh boy.. Linsey... I-I don't think I can take cooking club." Her voice seemed to melt into an almost-silent confession.
"C'moan, noo. Fae th' chest!" Ella looked over at Tàmhas, then drew in a big breath. "Linsey.... I don't think I'm right to take over cooking club. I-I can't even cook... and the thought of that many people makes me feel really... scared." She was a bit shocked that her words actually came out at full volume, a small hand covering her mouth. On instinct, she flinched and braced for impact for practically shouting.... even if her volume barely matched normal tones.
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single │ Head Girl & Ravenclaw Prefect │ Quidditch Captain │ Art & Culinary Club Captain
Linsey got a bit concerned when Tam told her how Ella had something she needed to tell her, and had gone to him for help. It was gratifying to her that her sister felt she could go to Tam for help and advice, as Linsey felt the same as well, and she was planning to see him for the same at some point herself. As the Seventh Year sat down on a kitchen stool, Blannat stretched out on the floor beside her, looking quizzically at Ella, as he could sense the younger Grey’s unease. When Ella started to talk, Linsey could hear the uncertainty in her tone, and then her voice trailed off to an almost inaudible level.
When Tam urged Ella to just simply let it all out, Linsey was a mite surprised when the floodgates opened, and Ella said her peace at a volume that for her was practically shouting. Linsey blinked, and then gently took Ella’s small hands in hers, while looking at her with soulful eyes, and a slight smile. In a voice soft and gentle, she told her sister, “Taibhse Beag, you can always tell me anything you need to. There isn’t anything you can tell me that will get me mad at you, or make me love you any less. It’s been my hope, my plan, to pass the club off to you, or, at least give you the Right of First Refusal. I want for you to have the chance to do all the cool stuff I’ve been lucky enough to be able to. If you don’t want to be Captain, all you need do is say so; you won’t hurt my feelings, I promise. As far as not being able to cook, well, you don’t have all the experience I had when I first took over the club, that’s all. Now, if having a bunch of folk looking to you scares you, I can understand that too.”
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Cinnabun Gryffie
"All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun When the journey we are making has begun Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart Every happy ending needs to have a start
All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way "
Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2024 12:04 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I?Student Kitchen xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ?Tàmhas, Linsey, and Blannat xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ?Confessions xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ?She wasn't mad at all?
Ella could feel her heart hammering away inside her chest, the organ betraying her fear. What if Linsey was angry? What if she was so mad that she didn't want her as a sister anymore? The brunette bit her lip, tears forming on her bottom lashes. After spilling all her words, Ella had horrible flashbacks to the days when she tried to speak up to Mother and Father.... but this wasn't them. This was Linsey, who had always been so kind to her. So sweet and caring, and not once even somewhat abusive toward the younger girl. Heck, she'd lobbied her family to adopt Ella! Who would do that if they didn't care?
Dark eyes looked up when her hands were captured by her older sister. Linsey spoke softly, reminding that she could always tell her anything and that the elder wouldn't be angry. Apparently it had been her wish, but that Ella had the 'right of first refusal', which the brunette meant she had the option to decline if she wished. But she was reminded that she just wanted to give Ella the same chances she'd had. "Aw Linsey, I really want to learn, but I'm not... as skilled as you. I-I don't think I ever can be. But I really like being in the kitchen with you, even if I'm not very good." The weight lifted off her chest was immense, followed by a guilt at the very idea of thinking Linsey might be truly upset. Even Mom said she wouldn't be angry!
"See, noo we've git that in th' air 'n' Linsey kin pick a freish leader that is... A'body ither than me. A'd loue it, bit a've git awfy much oan mah plate as is." Tàmhas spoke up, laughing as he said he didn't want the title. Ella laughed quietly too, still glad she'd asked for his help. "'n' speaking o' plates, dae ye think ah cuid hae twa bonnie lassies jyne me fur tea? Ah will cook up. Ah wis aff tae mak' a cheesy butternut squash 'n' link pasta dish, bit ah kin dae something else if ye dinnae lik' it. 'n' a've git some breid awready set up 'n' duin tae bake as weel, sae we kin mak' it a crakin' tea." Ella looked over at the older brunette, then back over to Linsey. "That does sound pretty yummy, Linsey..." It was hard to find food that sounded good, so anytime something did, the Grey family seemed to jump on it to make sure the newest of the name was able to eat. There were still days that Ella simply couldn't bring herself to actually consume food, but she was getting better at eating actual meals, even if they were on the small side.
Linsey Grey-Cavendish Ravenclaw │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single │ Head Girl & Ravenclaw Prefect │ Quidditch Captain │ Art & Culinary Club Captain
There was actually a level of relief when Ella told Linsey she was happy to just be with her in the kitchen. If Ella would have chosen to be Captain, the Seventh Year would have felt obliged to give her sister as much preparation as she possibly could between now and the coming September. Given how busy she likely would be after graduation this would have been a daunting project indeed. As Ella chose to sidestep the whole thing, Linsey could feel free to do what Galen did when he passed the club to her, which was to let her chosen successor decide what preparations they wanted to do.
Left unspoken was her hope that had Ella taken up the reins, Professor Clarke would see Ella as a candidate to be Prefect for her House, just like Mom was nigh on three decades before, and maybe Head Girl at the end of her career at Hogwarts. However, as nervous as her sister was when it came to group situations, Linsey was unsure if her hope would be anything more than an unrequited one. As concerns of a future worked their way into her thoughts, she reminded once more what Aunt Lynn told her; ‘ We should embrace today; in the end it is all we have. Trouble will come in its own time, as it always does, but that can wait for another day. Give me today, and I will be happy.’
“In your defense, I also had a significant head-start, so there’s that. As it is, I’ll be perfectly happy to have my sous chef and head taste-tester in the kitchen without any of the other stuff hanging over us,” said Linsey, glad to clear the air between them, and that Tam was there to make it happen. She chuckled along with Ella at the idea of tapping Tam for the job of taking the club over. “Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind,” she said, as she chuckled, before adding, “Don’t worry, I’ve got a couple other candidates I’ve been contemplating.”
Tam offered tea and to cook, and it was then Linsey’s stomach chose to remind her once more why the trek to the kitchens was made. “Oh, that does sound good, as does tea. I’ve been writing papers all day…”
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Cinnabun Gryffie
"All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun When the journey we are making has begun Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart Every happy ending needs to have a start
All my life I never really knew me till today Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way "
