le cuisinier // open

[Araziel Léon Vasilica]

As the rain was coming down in torrents that day, Araziel had decided it was a good day for cooking. Well actually, to him, any day was good for cooking, but it had been a while since he'd last taken an undercover trip down to the kitchens which really was rather surprising, considering his addiction to all things culinary. Luckily for him he'd long since memorized the path down to the kitchens, but as it was in the direction of the dungeons (and really, aside from class, no Gryffindor had a reason to be in the dungeons), he'd made his descent as inconspicuous as possible.

As it was a weekend, he hadn't had to dress in uniform today. Had this been the kitchen at home, he would have stayed in pajamas, but alas; someone would no doubt notice him were he dressed in pajamas all the way from the Gryffindor tower to the kitchens in the dungeons, so he had to make do. Besides, he had been intending to go out on the grounds to give a go at riding some of the hippogryffs Lucien was keeping for the CoMC class, but as the rain had interrupted that endeavor, Araziel had wandered right back inside, shedding his rain-drenched overcoat and draping it over one shoulder.

Under the coat he had been wearing something a bit closer in style to the fashion of his younger days: a loose white lace-trimmed blouse, buttoned culottes, and over-the-knee riding boots. This counted as 'practical' back then, and it was a bit of a nostalgic trip for him.

Still, after his failed attempt to brave the rain, Araziel had quickly skirted the rest of the way towards the dungeons, and upon meeting the odd painting with the bowl of fruit, he gave a tentative prod or two to the pear before the painting swung open to reveal the entrance. Without hesitation he darted into the kitchen before anyone could spot him outside in the hall ... and at once he was nearly mobbed to death by house elves.

When Araziel resurfaced from the crowd, spluttering, he was five chocolate bars, two meat pies, three apples, and two blueberry muffins richer. Really, the house elves were so kind, but ... but this was a bit much. When they weren't looking, he sneakily began to put the food back in their places, little by little, as he made his away around to the cupboards so he could begin rummaging and taking inventory of the ingredients at hand so he could have an idea of just what to cook!

Of course, he wouldn't have minded someone else with whom he could have shared his culinary ingenuity either. Hopeful, he kept this in mind as he began to pull flour and sugar and other such things down from the cupboards, humming cheerily to himself the entire time.

[artemis sanguine thayne]

Walking about the halls on the weekend was an interesting thing you sometimes never could tell where your feet would lead you. She walked without aim avoiding teachers and staff with a practiced ease from the years she had been here. She took a deep breath nothing like being cooped up for who knows how long because of the rain. She smiled as she remembered days like this over the holidays how her mother would take her into the kitchen to fiddle around experimenting as they enjoyed calling it.

The would make all sorts of interesting and odd concoctions without trying or meaning to. She smiled remembering one such day where her father tried a little treat left to cool and swearing the rest of the day as he tried to wrap his mind about why anyone would cook something that had really spicy flavors inside of chocolate. Giggling softly Artemis walked on and adjusted her black dress a bit as she looked about. She had her hair loose and a ribbon tied around her wrist in case she felt like pulling it back for some reason.

As she came out of her memory walk she noticed where she was. she saw the kitchen and smiled it wouldn't hurt to get a snack would it? she had heard all the stories of how students entered and got so much when they went to leave. She shrugged it was only stories and she wouldn't know until she entered herself. She hadn't made it here before as she never thought of the kitchen before now. She thought a moment and tried to recall how to enter. tickle the fruit but which one, she thought as she studied the fruit she started to stretch out her hand but would pull it back.

Apple would be to obvious, grapes everyone already loves, bananas people would laugh at, her thoughts went on listing the fruit until she smiled and tickled the pear. Stepping back as the painting swung open Artemis carefully stepped in and received similar gifts from the house elves and soon was able to get them off of her and look about. She saw someone else here. She was shocked to say the least. She walked up to him and smiled.

"Good day, its interesting to see someone else here," she said as she looked at what he had gotten down.

[Araziel Léon Vasilica]

Araziel had just finished laying out his' inventory' over the nearest counter, and after fiddling with one of the stoves (with the aid of about five or six house-elves despite his protests that he could figure it out himself!), he nodded in approval to himself and returned to the counter to start measuring and sifting dry ingredients into a large bowl. Just as he'd snatched up a wooden spoon from a rack, however, he noticed with some measure of suspicion that the majority of the house elves had flooded away from him, leaving his area nearly empty. Well, that was a new development. Whenever did they leave him alone, unless ...

Ah, yes, of course. A newcomer. Hopefully it wasn't a professor, because if it was then Araziel would be in trouble (not that that had ever stopped him before; in fact, he might just negotiate his way out of detention with cookies), but to his fortune it wasn't. In fact, it was another Gryffindor student.

Now Araziel only knew this because he'd seen her around the common room and occasionally in classes that overlapped years, but otherwise he didn't even know her name. That wouldn't do at all, really. He prided himself on his ability to network, yet he could swear he didn't even know half of the students' names, here. Eh. Blame it on the generation gap. Or ... something.

She seemed amicable enough, though. Pretty, too. He hadn't been staring, had he? Well, either way he shook his head and returned his attention to the present, taking to the task of creaming some butter in a separate bowl.

"Salut, ma'ams'elle. There some Gryffindor party going on in the kitchens that I'd not heard of?" he greeted her with a laugh. "You ... are in Gryffindor, right? I swear I recognize you from the common room. Unless ... y'know, you have a twin or something."

Still continuing to multitask even as he spoke, he nodded towards the girl. "I'm Araziel, by the way. 'Tis a pleasure! And ... unless you don't mind me calling you 'ma'ams'elle' all the time ... " He trailed off, prompting her for her name.