where in the world is caradoc dearborn (nowhereman) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-11 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-03] march, caradoc dearborn, thalia travers |
WHO: Caradoc and Thalia
WHERE: The Hogwarts Kitchens
WHAT: Thalia gets her unintentional revenge because Caradoc is a sneaky pig
WHEN: 11 March 1943
STATUS / RATING: Complete / PG
It was times like these that Thalia resented rationing but of course it would be unpatriotic to refuse to ration, which made it even more unbearable for the unionist. This wasn't even her war, this wasn't her fight to make sacrifices for. Why did she have to undergo rationings and make food taste less appetizing than usual? These were the complaints that, though ungrumbled, coursed throughout Thalia's head as she set herself to task within the kitchen. She wasn't about to be as rude and resentful as Gwen Morgan or Elladora Guffy. No, she would rather be dead than caught complaining about her chores. In fact, Thalia was quite set on making the best of her chores, and that included mastering the talent of baking. It looked all right, Thalia mused to herself as she observed her baking cake from within the oven. She finally swept away the baking powder that had somehow gotten on the bridge of her nose, just before her wand began emitting sparks to let her know that the cake was finished. She hadn't used any sugar, but Thalia had included some ingredients of her own to sweeten it up. If baking were truly anything like potions, she would have this down pat. First Thalia removed the cake from the oven and then she set it upon a counter to cool off, while she turned her back to wash up the miscellaneous items she had used to make it. Caradoc hadn't minded having to take part in the chores for the most part, if only because he'd wound up in the kitchens. And maybe it wasn't noble, and maybe it was unpatriotic, but Caradoc Dearborn was a growing boy, and growing boys needed to eat. So he did his fair share of the cooking and the baking, but he also occasionally, when he was sure no one else was looking, helped himself to a bite or two. The professors had to know this was happening -- putting a bunch of teenagers in a kitchen and telling them not to eat the food they were preparing for a school of hundreds? Not likely -- and Caradoc refused to believe that he was the only person snagging a piece of fruit here and a biscuit there. And that's when he saw the cake. Caradoc slowly popped up behind the cake like a jack-in-the-box rising over the table in slow motion, then dropped back down behind the table, cake in hand. A moment later he resurfaced and the plated cake was replaced just as it had been before, though with a slightly smaller circumference, and with the entire edge of the cake shoved into Caradoc's mouth as he snuck away to swallow. When Thalia turned back around to check on the warmth of her cake, she hardly noticed that the cake was smaller, and set about icing it with a spell. She hoped it was good enough to eat or at least, if it wasn't any good to eat, that one of her enemies would be the ones who ate it. She mildly thought about making her brother have a piece of it to taste, just to make sure it was all right. |