Who: Ignatius & Castor Prewett What: Cake When: After midnight on Sunday, September 18th [Backdated] Where: The kitchens Warnings/Status: none/In progress
Ignatius didn't like this one bit. He was knowingly breaking the rules. Of course, it would be a lie if he said he didn't knowingly break the rules at other times, but that was in the name of learning, not cake. All the same, here he was, and there was going to be a cake any moment. He glanced over at Castor, resisting the urge to explain to him that he should realise how lucky he was this was happening. The odder thing to be resisting, he thought, was the urge to flick his brother's ear. He wanted to be able to explain that urge, but it seemed that the only explanation was a childish desire to bring him harm in a manner that was mostly (he hoped) teasing.
"I hope your favourite cake hasn't changed since the last time I was made aware of it. Otherwise I'd have made a rather embarrassing blunder." Ignatius frowned at himself for a moment. Honestly. No wonder his brother thought he was strange. He said such strange things sometimes. Perhaps he should think less about this. It was Castor after all. It wasn't like he was judging him on his ability to have an intellectual conversation. Just as he was about to say something in explanation, a couple house elves came out carrying cake and it seemed a bit useless. "Thank you," he said, smiling a bit at the house elves.