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Dorcas Meadowes (dorcasjmeadowes) wrote in loremrpg,
@ 2011-04-02 13:39:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, dorcas meadowes, hestia jones

Characters: Dorcas Meadowes & Hestia Jones
Setting: Friday, October 1st, 11 P.M., The Kitchens!
Content: SFW
Summary: Dorcas and Hestia bake some biscuits and may I say, SUGAR RUSH.
Status: Incomplete

After changing into one of favorite demin skirts and a white blouse she speedly left the common room grabbing her red cardigan in the process. It was when she reached the stairs that she encountered a problem. Peeves. Of course Peeves had to catch her. Out of all the things that could possibly go wrong whilst breaking curfew, running into Peeves is the biggest. And when he began howling down the corriders Dorcas immediately regretted wearing a skirt. She thankfully, lost him making her way down to the ground floor, though, she was bloody out of breath. Why the hell was the Gryffindor tower on the seventh floor?

She turned the corner and the familiar portrait came into view as well as her friend. She picked up her pace, well, as much as she could. She finally reached her friend and pulled her in for what only could be described as a bear hug. Dorcas was feeling rather wired tonight, excited for Hogsmeade tomorrow and the upcoming month. Dorcas was also very happy to spend time with her Hufflepuff friend. Ever since second year Hestia and herself made frequent trips to the kitchens. It was Hestia's attempt at teaching Dorcas how to cook, though, this usually resulted in her burning whatever they were cooking up. Nevertheless it always proved to be beyond entertaining.

She finally pulled out of the hug and smiled at her friend. "Hey Hes." she said, catching her breath. "Sorry I'm late, took me a while to shake off Peeves." She moved towards the portrait and tickled the pear with her index finger and waited for the door handle to appear. When it did, she opened it and beamed at the few house elves that were still awake.

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atyourbehest
2011-04-05 06:54 am UTC (link)

Hestia took a brief moment to peer over Dorcas' bowl. So far so good! she thought as she beamed at her friend. "That looks good, Dorcas!" she exclaimed, as she wiped her hands free of the butter with a spare rag. "You wouldn't mind adding this mixture that I've got, would you?" she asked, as she gently pushed her bowl towards Dorcas'. "It just needs a little bit of stirring, that's all!"

"Aww!" Hestia grinned. As silly as it seemed, she was always beaming with pride whenever anybody had a good word for her grandmother. After all, they were alike in several aspects. "I'll be sure to let her know. She's rather fond of you, you know." She couldn't help but smile as Dorcas began talking about her family. She had met the Meadowes before, and they seemed like such lovely people. Plus, Dorcas' da was an Auror. "Oh, wow. I could imagine!" From what she knew, Dorcas and her father seemed particularly close, so it made sense that her mum and brother would turn to each other.

Hestia noticed as a slight frown formed across Dorcas' face as she began talking about her brother. "I'm sorry to hear that," said Hestia softly. "It's never quite that easy to fit in, especially if you hardly know anybody in the house." Hestia hadn't really experienced that feeling firsthand, but normally, she tried to make an effort with the first years in Hufflepuff. Ever since receiving the Prefect badge, she felt somewhat of an obligation to make the younger ones feel at home. She wondered if the Ravenclaw upperclassmen ever did anything to welcome the new waves of students that came in every year. "Is there a Prefect in his house that he could talk to? Or maybe somebody like Kira could show him around?" she suggested, a note of concern in her voice. "I mean, he is an underclassman. I'm sure if you give it time, he'll settle in just fine."

Now that the ingredients were all prepared, what else was left? The oven! Of course! "Skippy, dear, could you make sure the oven's heated up? It'd be awful if these biscuits turned out mushy!" Hestia asked the rather chipper elf. He was quite a darling, always eager to help.

"Of course, Miss Hestia!" the elf replied with enthusiasm. "Your wish is my command!" He gave a quick bow before hopping up on a stool to fiddle with the dials on the oven.

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dorcasjmeadowes
2011-04-07 05:18 am UTC (link)

Dorcas watched rather nervously as Hestia peered into the bowl which was filled with the mixed ingredients. Thankfully, her friend praised her efforts and reassured her that she had done a good job so far. "Thank Merlin!" She exclaimed, "I don't think my heart could take it if I ruined another batch." She grabbed the bowl that Hestia had moved towards her own bowl and began putting its contents into the other.

She listened to Hestia as she spoke, keeping her eyes on the bowl in front of her as she mixed the ingredients together only to look up quickly when Hestia mentioned her grandmother's opinion on her. She beamed at her friend. "Really? That's so lovely!" She said happily. She was glad her friend's guardian approved of her. Dorcas always worried slightly when meeting her friend's family. Especially since Dorcas' mother happened to always talk about her friends - in a lovely way of course - it always made her wonder what her friend's family were saying about her and Hestia's comments reassured her that she was welcome in her friend's home. She concentrated again on mixing before finishing up. "You know, Hes, you shouldn't have offered. Now I'll be owling home to ask." She teased.

Dorcas rummaged around the utensils and objects that were scattered on the table to find some sort of baking tray. She picked one up and turned her face to face Hestia. "What do you think? A dozen biscuits? Six each?" She said as she placed the baking tray next to the mixing bowl. She moved over towards one of the other benches, pulling herself up onto it with her hands and settling down as her friend made a suggestion about her brother's current conundrum. She thought about it for a moment and cursed herself for not thinking of Kira. Dorcas can be an over analyzer at times but when it came to things that worried her she was just like ever other Gryffindor, reckless and a little bit of a scattered brain. "You're right." she said as she spotted some strawberries on the bench beside her. She grabbed one and munched on it before continuing. "I probably might talk to Kira about it or maybe even Emmeline. I'm sure Arcas would love that." She sighed, wondering what her brother would think of it.

She started kicking her legs gently as they dangled over the bench thinking of the predicament her brother was in. After a moment she shook her head, jumped off the bench and moved back towards her friend, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind. She smiled down at her friend as she fiddled with the wooden spoon that she had mixed the biscuit ingredients with. "How's everything with you, Hes? Anything interesting besides the prefect duties and classes?"

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atyourbehest
2011-04-10 09:57 pm UTC (link)

"Pish posh!" Hestia exclaimed. "Everybody's first few batches usually get burnt in one way or another," she reassured her friend. "When I was young, all the so-called 'biscuits' I baked were charcoal lumps. My grandmother was right pleased about that!" She sealed the bag of flour shut and placed it aside to stow away for later. "And you should definitely drop by when you can -- we'd love to have you over! And you could even bring Arcas if you wanted, as long as he doesn't mind being in the company of us ladies!" At the thought of that last sentence, she winked at Hestia.

As Dorcas brought out the baking tray, she mentally counted the number of biscuits she'd need. "A dozen sounds perfect!" Hestia said brightly. Six biscuits for herself sounded like a good number, and with the amount of batter they had made, the portions looked just right. She began divvying the mix into little balls of dough before placing them gently on the baking pan. "Ooh yes, Emmeline would be great too!" Hestia nodded heartily in agreement. After all, Emmeline was a Prefect, and what better way to show somebody like Arcas the ropes?

"I'm doing quite well!" said Hestia. "I've been catching up on my reading for Book Club and finishing a jumper that I've been knitting." She let out a laugh at how grandmotherly the last sentence seemed. Sweet mother of Merlin -- knitting and reading for her spare time? She might as well have been 16 going on 65! "And assembling my costume for the Halloween dance, of course!" she added.

She plucked a clean spoon from the counter and scooped a bit of leftover batter to taste. "Tasty," she remarked with a broad grin. Weird as it sounded, Hestia had an odd habit of eating raw dough. No matter how many times people lectured her on the dangers of eating raw eggs, she always managed to ignore their cautionary remarks because there was nothing like the sheer deliciousness of raw biscuit dough. She giggled softly as she noticed Hattie the house elf gaping at her in sheer horror.

"How's the Christine costume coming along?" she asked Dorcas. "Or more importantly, how have you been?"

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dorcasjmeadowes
2011-04-11 11:44 pm UTC (link)

She smiled half heartedly at her friend as she tried to reassure her. Dorcas was a little surprised when Hestia had informed her of the quality of biscuits she produced when she was younger. It may of sounded daft, but Dorcas just imagined Hestia as one of those prodigy kids, the ones that had a nature talent for something and didn't need to practice. "Really? I always imagined you bustling around the kitchen as soon as you could walk." She replied, smiling as she fiddled with one the utensils in front of her.

Dorcas nodded her head as a sign of agreement with Hestia. Six biscuits sounded perfect to her. She'd send some to Caradoc and maybe even Remus. "I think she'd be great too, I mean she's a little too much like my mother." She laughed lightly. Dorcas considered Emmeline a friend ever since they'd agreed to be study buddies and she knew her quite well. "Arcas would take lovely to her."

While Hestia told Dorcas of her week she nodded along, deciding to help with the batter and baking tray. She dipped her hands into the bowl, making them into little balls with her finger tips. "A jumper? What colour?" Dorcas asked interested before she smiled again at the mention of her friend's Halloween costume for the ball. Peter Pan had to be one of Dorcas' absolute favorites and she was overjoyed that Hestia decided to go as Tinkerbell. "How's that going? Are you finding every component okay?"

She laughed at Hestia's question. She had owled home to her mother, asking for her help and Dorcas' mother was far too amusing. She had told her daughter she could make something, which, would likely be a failure. Dorcas' mother isn't what you would call the typical homemaker. "Oh good, I suppose. Mum said she'll figure everything out for me." She smiled at her friend as they finished up the batter, her face matching Hattie's as she realized Hestia was now eating the dough. "Mum thinks she's going to make it but I'm sure that's code for making a stop in London when she visits her parents. She tried to convince me to ask Doc to go as the phantom." She rolled her eyes kindheartedly. Her parents and Doc's parents never seemed to receive the message that they weren't interested in each other that way.

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atyourbehest
2011-04-16 04:26 am UTC (link)

Hestia burst out laughing at Dorcas' remark. "Hahaha! Oh, heavens, no. I wish!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "Not only did I have absolutely zero sense of baking time, I was actually hopelessly addicted to sugar and butter as a wee kid, and my grandmother used to tell me that I was going to give everybody a heart attack with my cooking! Thankfully, I've toned down the sugar quite a bit." She grinned cheekily.

"Sounds like a good match then!" she exclaimed. "Arcas is quite lucky to have you as a big sis." When she was younger, Hestia had wanted a younger sibling to take care of. She smiled reassuringly at Dorcas, who had appeared slightly concerned whenever they broached the topic of her brother. She briefly turned around to fiddle with the dials on the oven -- only a few minutes of waiting, and the oven would be all nice and toasty.

"Navy!" she answered, as she whirled around to face Dorcas again. "I've got enough yellow and black jumpers as is, so I figured I'd branch out." She looked over her shoulder to check on the oven. Still heating, she noticed. "The Tinkerbell's costume almost done, thank goodness! I'm trying to look up a few charms that'll make the wings sparkle and flutter throughout the night. Maybe I'll have to do a bit of research to find out." She cast another quick glance at the oven -- perfect. Time to bake! She gingerly put on some oven mitts, plucked the tray of rolled-up cookie batter, and slid it on the centre oven rack.

"Aww, Doc as the Phantom? But that'd be mad adorable!" she exclaimed with a grin stretched across her face, as she shut the oven door. "Your parents would be right proud." There was a hint of jest in her voice. After all, as cute as a couple Dorcas and Doc would have made -- Hestia could not get over the alliteration in their names! -- she knew there wasn't any romantic chemistry between the two. "He'd make a good date for the dance, though I suppose you don't want to encourage the parents," she said, sticking her tongue out at the last comment. "I seriously can't wait to see the costume, though!"

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