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Post by ALIAH ISABELLA EVANS on Jan 4, 2011 20:42:26 GMT -5
She drummed her fingers in a rhythmic beat on the counter as she laughed. The bounces between serious conversation and playful pokes at one another would have been strange with any other person, but it was one of the most interesting conversations she'd had all holidays, and one of the few occasions she'd laughed at someone's words rather than their antics, as was usually the case in her household.
'Eew, that'd be all slimy and gross,' she pictured, her aunt, with all her muggle insecurities, was forever dipping fingers into small, overly expensive pots of white goop in an attempt to make herself feel better. Lee thought it was rather pointless and stupid, her aunt couldn't have been more than 35 anyway.
'Pfeh, I'm sure you wont end up all tired. I'm having trouble keeping track of you now...' she laughed, before her eyes widened a fraction. Napoleon? Bloody hell, that was the beginning of the 19th century. She'd read a book set in the time once, it was fascinating, all sorts of questions bubbled up but remained unasked, at last she knew where the fondness for lace cuffs had come from.
'Wait, Napoleon is a good excuse for cookies?' she remarked, confused. Napoleon had lost, perhaps they were special cheering-up cookies. He'd said he fed the whole of France, at one point. Her mouth twitched up at the corners, she'd make sure she 'didn't mention the war' in later conversations.
She raised an eyebrow at him at that, sticky toffee indeed.
'Stick with me and you'll soon learn that nothing can lock my jaws together. Except a charm, but that's easily fixed,' she said, waving her wand to speed the strawberries up. She smirked at his pedestrians comment, and made a note of the presence of the strawberries on the breakfast supplies, she could use them as flying missiles at her brothers. The two of them had such thick skulls they probably wouldn't even noticed if she sent the thing fom the other side of the Hall.
She noticed Araziel's grip slipping on the saucepan and stepped towards it with an outstretched arm, But he caught it in time. She relaxed her hand and quirked a brow at him, wondering what sort of shennanigens he was plotting over. She made a mental note to point out the big jars of the joke-sweets out to him next time, she herself got endless amusement out of the fang-candies, the polkadot hair bonbons, the cat-eye sherbets, she was sure she'd even seen a student walking out with his skin turning into dragon scales, but she'd never been able to find that one, mores the pity. She was endeavouring to by three, and make sure sh and her brothers ate them as they were recieved by the house-elf butler at her grandparents. She could only imagine the chaos it would cause.
'Definitely. Aww, you pick on your poor baby brother? Alec and I always gang up on Nate. But he can take it, he's a big boy, apparently. What? You make it up to him? Pah,' she grinned, for her the only way to retaliate was a bigger and better trick. Besides, she was the only one who actually ate mushrooms. Thaniel avoided them like the plague and Alec was most likely alergic, but a hot chocolate and a sweet from the other's personal supply never went astray to soothe frazzled nerves.
Feeling mildly satisfied at the noise the spoon made, she grinned widely and laughed, taking another long sip of her chai, smacking her lips appreciatively when she was done, while he grabbed another thing from his obviousy bottomless-pit of a bag. She pouted dramatically, before taking the last sip of her drink and nodding.
'Oh, i most definitely will put in requests. I'll probably have to carve you a tunnel into the common room though, i doubt the eagle will let you through otherwise, making the house fat and all.' she smirked, imagining the remark of the eagle knocker that guarded the entrance to the common room at a student from another house showing up bearing platefuls of food. She frowned a little at the pumpkin spice lattes, what on earth would that taste like?
She did as demonstrated, layering the pastry, berries and custard carefully and then using a cake slice to gently transfer them onto a white tray sitting nearby. She was good at piping, she'd always decorated the rustic little birthday cakes the siblings cooked for each other (even if it was her own), so she knew the quirks of piping bags. Twisting the top with one hand and cradling the twisted bag with one hand, she squeezed with the top hand and guided the nose of the bag with her other hand, flipping it up when she was done before using the bottom, now free hand, to place another pastry slice on top. It was a bit of a case of fill the pastry, top with raspberries for the pastry, one rasberry for her, but the pile was huge and they no doubt had enough. Finishing each one with a liberal dust of icing sugar, she surveyed the platter of pastries with a smug expression.
'Yes General!' she said, snapping a mock salute, listening to his words while she took out her wand, and with one quick motion, conjured a small, pastry eagle standard, reminiscent of the one she'd seen on the front of her Napoleon book, into the top of one of the mille feuilles in the center of the platter. Grinning, she nodded in acknowledgement of the thanks, it had been a very interesting morning and breakfast was a hell of a lot closer as a result. She lifted a platter up, and turned back to him.
'We can't possibly eat all these, who are we declaring war on by way of pastry ultimatum today?' |
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