Who: Helga Hufflepuff and Gwen Shephard What: Meeting For Tea Time When: Wednesday Tea Time Where: The Coffe Shop Warnings: TBD; probably non-existent Status: Closed/On-going
With the exception of Miss Black and Miss Potter, Helga hadn’t been able to find a decent cup of tea outside of her own home in this town. She understood that most people in this country – really, a country founded by people fleeing from England? – preferred drinking coffee to tea, but couldn’t they at least train their employees to make a decent cup of tea? They listed tea on their menu, but Helga had watched them make their so-called tea. They soaked a paper teabag in lukewarm water and called it tea.
Well, for this meeting, that just wouldn’t do in Helga’s opinion. She wouldn’t intrude on Miss Black for assistance unannounced, but she would make sure that the tea that she and young Gwen had would be something that was fit to drink.
When she asked for a private table and a tea service for two, the young woman behind the counter rolled her eyes. However, she didn’t hesitate in showing Helga to a table that was out of view of the counter and the front windows. Helga might have been insulted at being put where a server couldn’t see her from the front at any other time, but today this suited her just perfectly.
Once the tea service was brought to the table with a selection of little sandwiches and pastries, Helga let her wand slide slightly out of her sleeve where she was concealing it. No one would be able to see it tap the tea pot as she charmed the liquid inside it. Preparing food and drink for get-togethers was one of her specialties and she would not let those skills go to waste.
After she was done, the tea pot was full of a nice blend of tea from home and Helga was looking quite pleased with herself. The sandwiches looked like they might be edible, but they would have to do. Charming a liquid inside a pot was one thing. If she made the food look more like something she would make, people might take notice and that was something that she could not risk. She did move some of the more displeasing sandwiches under some extra napkins.
Wilted lettuce? How could any proper master of the culinary arts let something like that be served in their establishment? That cook wouldn’t last five minutes back home. If she didn’t do something to him for ruining food, then Godric and Rowena certainly would have.
Helga sighed and made the table look as proper and welcoming as she could with what she was working with. It wasn’t perfect, but at least there was no more wilted lettuce or depressed looking tomatoes within her range of vision.
Hopefully the next time they were together for tea, she and Gwen would be safely in their own home here and the tea time spread would be done properly.
With a determined little smile, she secured her wand out of sight again and sat back to wait for her guest.