pheonixwaves (pheonixwaves) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-08-02 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice, ita |
Week 15: Wednesday
Who: Ita and Alice
When: After the dinner rush
Where: Kitchen
What: Cooking awesomeness
Ita had decided that it was time to do a House breakfast. When she was at school, she used to do Dorm breakfasts. She'd take an evening and just bake loads of pastries and muffins and other awesome gooey goodness. Of course, she usually enlisted a few friends to make the baking fun. However, she didn't know that many people yet, but that wouldn't keep her from her mission. Besides, she'd brought her homework to keep her company. Ugh. But, she'd slacked off last night, and couldn't risk slacking off tonight. That's what she kept reminding herself as the delicious smells began to waft through the kitchen. The most difficult part would be getting all the food from the kitchen to her room, and then down to the Common Room tomorrow morning. She could totally handle it, though.
Ita's lack of studiousness wasn't because she was lazy or even because she wasn't interested. She was a hard worker, and she really did want to do well. But her attention span had not really grown with her age, and sitting down to do homework was nearly physically painful. Really. They should totally be using the magical weapons in her Magical Weapons class. She knew that knowing about them was important, make sure no one accidentally cut someone's hand off or something. But it was so... sedentary. Same went with her other classes. She knew that knowing the background was essential, especially since she'd missed so many classes. But she needed movement and action. She needed to do, not sit and listen. Her parents had always understood that, and her lessons had always been hands on.
So, there she was sitting in a delicious smelling kitchen, perched on a stool, nose in a book, chewing on a spatula. She needed to wash it anyway, and she thought the best part about baking was licking the utensils afterward. Totally frowned upon in a professional kitchen, but no one was watching her now. Besides, she was going to wash it before using it again, and really, who would complain once they tasted the food? No one, since no one knew. And if they did? Still no one. The food would still be yummy.