Cassandra (with_hope_again) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-06 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, james |
Week Seven: Tuesday
Who: Cassandra and James
Where: the Kitchens
When: Tuesday Evening
Cassandra was out of sorts. That was all too clear by the fact that she'd almost burned the chicken that she was cooking for dinner. Chicken Piccata wasn't even all that difficult a recipe for her, but as the chicken had begun to simmer in the pan Cassandra had entirely lost track of time. Luckily she had saved it before she'd had to go as far as start it over. If anything that would have blackened her mood, something that she tried to let not happen... but on the tail of warnings about people that were talking to her and most importantly Jasper's probable leaving of the school...
She didn't know how she was supposed to be in a good mood.
But she was trying. Cooking usually helped with that. The dinner was almost done, an apple crisp was baking in the oven filling the room with the fresh scent of the apples mixed with the warm scent of cinnamon. A timer was set next to the stove, she didn't want to burn the crisp as well and at the rate she was going... it was entirely possible.
Cassandra wiped her hands on a small towel that set next to the sink. She untied the apron she wore around her waist to protect her clothes. Not because they were particularly fancy, just a simple white sweater and a pair of jeans, but because she didn't have a great deal of clothes. Not to mention as tall as she was she felt like when she found a pair of jeans that fit her legs right, they had to be protected at all costs. With the food nearly completed, she pulled her hair out of the messy ponytail that had been holding it up and out of the food she prepared. While most simple vanities went right over Cassandra's hair, she did like her hair. But maybe it was more security than vanity.
Cassandra glanced towards the doors to the kitchen. She just wasn't sure about this whole dinner thing. This James person had been nice to talk to, granted she had seen how he'd rubbed other people the wrong way. But long ago Cassandra had come to the conclusion that she really didn't see people the same way others did. Too many things that most did without any kind of recourse, she never understood. But Sam was her friend and she had warned her about him... manipulating her. It had finally sunk into Cassandra's head that maybe Sam had thought his wanting to eat with her was about something other than Cassandra saw it.
He was a new student, why wouldn't she have dinner with him and maybe give him some helpful advice when it came to the school? Anything other than that and Cassandra was fairly certain that Sam had read far too much into it. Cassandra just hated having to be so wary about people. Life had taught her there was prudence to that, but there was a sense of safety in the walls of the school. She could be hurt, but not in the ways she had been before. And as far as Cassandra was concerned, whatever happened here couldn't compare.
The rest of those hurts were just part of life and if anything she was always determined to live life now that she had the chance.
Whether he actually showed up or not, Cassandra wasn't entirely certain he would. She knew that she'd been a bit... less than her hospitable self when she'd replied to his offer. But there was something that had always bothered her when she had to be reminded of the fact that she was naive to things that everyone else found to be so important. To her there were far more important things in life and she liked to think that there were others that felt this way too. Well there were but they... well Jasper was leaving. Not that he was the only one but she just didn't know what she was going to do without him.
And there she went, she'd promised herself she wasn't going to get melancholy. Not right now. Instead Cassandra planted her elbows on the counter top and leaned forward and busied herself by flipping through a recipe book that had been left on the counter.