Who: Romilda and Regulus What: Romilda wants to cook. When: Monday afternoon. Where: Kitchens. Why: It's what she does when she's stressed or angry. Especially about food. Warnings: TBA
The kitchens were basically Romilda's favorite place in the castle. She was down there whenever she was stressed, angry, or simply hungry; she made food for herself and for her friends. But now she wanted to cook with a cause.
It wasn't even about the servants she cared about, not really, though she did care about them. It was about life and decency. Food was life, strength, vitality - it made a person strong, it gave them culture, it kept them going. Obviously, it was intended as a punishment to reduce the servants' food, but honestly. If they wanted the servants dead, in Romilda's opinion, they should just fucking kill them and not torture them while they were at it. But they didn't want the servants dead, they wanted them around to torment them. Didn't they?
No, she had never done anything like this before, and yes, she was terrified out of her wits about what they would do. But courage wasn't about not being afraid. Real courage was about being the only person who knew you were afraid, about being scared to death and doing the right thing anyway. And the right thing, in this case, was to make food.
She stormed towards the kitchens, keeping her movements angry and defiant to keep herself going. Fear was a motivator, that was all. It couldn't hold her back.