Headmaster Brockert
December 26, 2014 4:07 PM
Opening Feast by Headmaster Brockert
Another year, another feast. Mortimer still couldn't say he'd mastered looking anything close to pleasant and cheery, but he could at least claim that he was getting used to the Sonora routine. Plus, last year had gone so much more smoothly than the previous one. No mishaps, not to his knowledge. Whatever personal issues the students had going on their daily lives was none of his business. It wasn't his fault or his problem.That said, there was one student Mortimer had a slight interest in this year, his great-nephew Owen-and even with him the Headmaster was not that interested in interfering or anything. Mortimer simply did not have time and fortunately, his nephew was bright enough to realize that Mortimer was not the warm and friendly type. Thankfully, Owen's mother knew that as well. He'd just gotten rid of his cousin's daughter and couldn't have been more glad to see the back of that one, in part so he didn't have to deal with her mother anymore. Having to deal with Annabeth's over-protectiveness had the potential to be even worse, given he had to deal with her more often than Pearl though. At least she had the capability to be rational, however and her husband, his nephew, was an excellent go between as he was even more so.
He rose from his place at the table "Welcome to Sonora for the new first years and welcome back for all older students. In just a minute, you first years will be receiving a goblet distributed by Deputy Headmistress Skies, in order to sort you into your houses. You will turn the color representing your house which are blue for Aladren, yellow for Teppenpaw, red for Crotalus, and brown for Pecari. Afterwards, you may join your house table." Really, Mortimer was pretty sure he'd said the exact same words last year. With mildest curiosity, he watched for Owen's turn before continuing on the endless repetitive rituals.
"Would Anthony Carey and Wendy Canterbury please come to the front of the room to recieve your Head Student badges? In addition, I would like to call Emrys Lucan, Portia Dobson, Eleanor Vandenburg, and Ji-Eun Park up to recieve their prefect badges."
As they returned to their places, Mortimer announced. "This year's Midsummer event will be the Fair, details will be announced later in this year. First years, do not leave the Hall until your Head of House calls for you. We will now sing the school song."
Sheets of music appeared in front of the students. This was pretty much the only time the school song was ever sung, and he would be shocked if even a graduating seventh year knew it by heart. He certainly didn't.
Every day we strive
Learning to survive
Life’s hardships and to solve its mystery.
Learning to defend
Our honour and our friends,
Flying high to meet our destiny
We will stand and face those who want to harm us.
We won’t let the world transfigure, jinx or charm us
I won’t fight alone, as long as you are with me.
Sonora be my home, my tutor and my spirit
Vasita quoque floeat; Even the desert blooms.
With that, the students were released to their meals and conversations and Mortimer didn't have to deal with this nonsense again until the Returning Feast after midterm.
Subthreads: Brand new me by Araceli Arbon with Viktor Markov
Yellow sheep of the family by Jemima Wolseithcrafte with Ginger Pierce, Lauren Song, Lauren
Somebody pinch me! by Sammy Meeks with Chuck Fintoc
An overwhelming night. by Owen Brockert with Tobias Reinhardt, II
Well, I'll Be a Blue-Eyed Hog! by Izrael Tizze with Joella Curtis
Crimson and clover. by Caelia Lucan with Alistair Johnson
Out with the old, in with the new by Effie Arbon
Yesterday was simpler. by Aislinn Nicolls with John Spencer, Barnaby Pye
Where's the food? by Sutton Nicolls with Gia Donovan
Third year awaits! by Clark Dill with Emrys Lucan
Back and loads more adventurous. by Ava Fletcher
Well.... this is not the best start. by Emery Kijewski-Jareau
So excited, I just can't hide it. by Wendy Canterbury
Suspicious character by Charlie B-F-R
Matters of perspective. by Julian Umland
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Jemima Wolseithcrafte
December 27, 2014 6:09 AM
Yellow sheep of the family by Jemima Wolseithcrafte
Jemima knew before the sorting potion touched her lips what colour she wouldn’t be. She was not going to turn blue like her brother and sister because she simply wasn’t like them. She didn’t even really look like them, beyond the fact that she and Francesca shared blonde hair and blue eyes - features common enough not to constitute a family resemblance. From an outsider’s perspective, she probably looked considerably nicer than her sister, who was all angles. Jemima was softer and warmer looking - she was not plump but her body didn’t have the same beanpole athletic look that ran in the family, her hair fell in waves whilst most everyone else’s was poker straight (it was a feature she might have shared with Theodore but his was too short for it to notice much), and she lacked the same long, thin face and matching nose characteristic of all of her siblings. Her own rounder face and smaller nose were probably more typically attractive, and it was a distinctly odd wish for a young witch to want a bigger nose - and it wasn’t even that she did, exactly. She just knew they all looked one way and she didn’t.As she stepped up to sip from the goblet, she knew that her skin wouldn’t turn blue because this outer difference reflected what ran deeper - the fact that she was nothing like the rest of her family in temperament and skills as well as looks. Her family was full of very clever people who felt very deeply about big and important issues. Witches’ rights, immigration, Wizard-Muggle marriage…. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the same things too, she had been brought up with her parents’ views and thus they naturally made sense to her. What she couldn’t find in herself was the deep, driving passion they had, and the ability to plunge the depths, or make fine distinctions in terms of their views on the subjects. She would rather walk or paint than read political pamphlets or join a debating society and she was aware this made her the odd one out. She felt bad about it sometimes, like she must be rather shallow or possibly ignorant.
The potion touched her lips and her skin turned yellow. She found it in herself to be pleased about this, as Ginger Pierce - whom she had met at a party the previous Christmas - had predicted that would be her own house, and she took a seat at the Teppenpaw table with a smile on her face. In spite of her worries over being the odd one out, she was naturally a cheery person, and was excited at the sense of belonging that being put into a house gave her. She gave Ginger a wave and a thumbs up as she saw her sorted there too.
After the announcements, which meant little to her, and the song, which she enjoyed, she turned her attention to the amazing food. The scent of something unfamiliar but spicy met her nostrils… She loved spicy food, her favourite being Thai, though it was rarely served at home, and she was determined not to miss this opportunity to try something new. She glanced around trying to locate it.
“Excuse me,” she said to the person next to her, “Is that dish by you the one that smells so good? Sort of spicy and….” she shurgged, finding herself at a loss to describe what else might be in the food. The whole reason that she wanted to try it was because she didn’t quite know what it would be like.
OOC - for new first years, it is not normal to claim already knowing another character (indeed, it is considered writing for them) but there is a sister site to Sonora where holidays are written about. As Ginger’s author and I already have characters, and were writing about holidays on that site, that is how the two of them happen to have already met.
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Ginger Pierce
December 28, 2014 7:13 PM
I'd argue you're not a sheep at all. by Ginger Pierce
Ginger was super excited about finally coming to Sonora. Mom had (barely) tolerated her bouncing around the RV and talking so fast even Ginger couldn't understand what she was saying and managed to refrain from banishing her from the camper that served as both home and office for the pair of them. She had been packed for weeks already and she had thoroughly interrogated Saul, Elly, Jose, and even Sully for every bit of information she could find out about the school she would soon be calling home for three seasons out of the year.They were, unfortunately, to a person, all biased toward Pecari so she knew precious little about Crotalus, Teppenpaw, or Aladren, but it was the best she could do with the family she had. As every California Pierce to date - even the ones that married into the family - had been a Pecari, most of the family assumed she would be as well, and she was half-convinced they might be right. She had nothing against Pecari, after all. She enjoyed adventure, spontaneity, and adaptation as much as the next California Pierce.
But in her exhaustive research (well, as much as could be achieved by talking with people and reading a couple of short brochures but without venturing to crack any hard-cover book spines), she had discovered Teppenpaw sounded quite like her as well, and she gave it even odds that she'd be put there instead of where the rest of her family had been Sorted. Quite frankly, she just liked people in general.
So - after a bumpy but thrilling ride in a flying covered wagon and chatting cheerfully and energetically with the other students who got on the same wagon that had picked her up at Los Angeles pick-up station - it was with no small amount of anticipation that she took her sips of the Sorting potion and eagerly watched her hands turn . . . yellow.
"Teppenpaw!" she squealed in delight, jumping up and down a little bit because containing that much excitement was just entirely impossible. She was going to see something new that nobody she knew had ever seen before at the school! She half-ran, half-skipped over to the correct table for her new House and sat down. She cheered loudly when her friend from the fundraiser she'd attended over last Christmas turned yellow, too, and gave her a thumbs-up and a return wave when Jemima joined the table, too, and noticed Ginger sitting there.
Ginger was diverted from starting a conversation by the Headmaster announcing prefects and Head Students - none of which she knew anything about, though some of the surnames did sound familiar. Sullivan had told her about a Waverly Canterbury a little bit, the Dobsons were related to the Western Brockerts somehow, and of course everyone knew who the Careys were.
And then there was the Fair to think about. Once upon a time, her family used to work the Midsummer Events as entertainers but they'd mostly lost that contract once Simon stopped working at the school around the time Ginger had been born. She wondered what this Fair would be like this year. According to Saul, Sully, and Jose, it seemed to be different every time.
She enthusiastically sang the school song when the sheet music appeared in front of her. She wasn't an amazing singer - not compared to some of her musically gifted family members - but she could hold a tune in a bucket without too much trouble and her ability to sight read music was good enough enough that she felt confident that she could belt out the lyrics without striking too many wrong notes.
Once that ended, there was food, and Ginger began filling her plate with all kinds of things. She wasn't strictly vegan like many of her family, but her selections did tend toward the vegetarian options. She took tiny portions of some interesting smelling dishes that looked like they might have meat in it, but largely avoided the big platters of roast beast or whatever those were. She was about ready to dig in when Jemima asked her to pass one of the dishes on her other side. She did so, and guessed, "I think it might be Mexican, maybe?" She thought it looked a little like something the Hernandezes made sometimes when they visited during the winter, but she didn't know what it was called, and it didn't look exactly the same so it might be something entirely different anyway.
She grinned then, "So we are going to be roommates! I'm still totally up for decorating our room with your awesome crafty genius!"
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Jemima
December 29, 2014 9:20 AM
But I'm a WOOLseithcrafte by Jemima
“Thanks,” Jemima grinned at the idea of decorating their room. She glanced around the rest of the table, looking out for other yellow first years, “Guess we need someone else’s approval before we break out the glitter glue,” she nodded at the Asian-looking girl, “But I’m sure she’ll be nice. She got in here after all…”She couldn’t help but be glad that she and Ginger got to be room-mates, even though the other girl has turned out to be Not That Kind of Pierce. She had felt awful when she’d found out, her triumph at making a suitable friend before even starting school being rather brutally squashed when her mother was astonished that Ginger and her mother had had the temerity to attend their party, rather than being proud of her for making links with them. Mother hadn’t been mad at her though, and had gone on a long speech about diplomacy and that being an important skill across all areas of life, whether it was sharing a room at school or working in an office with someone whom you were not naturally inclined to like. The world, she had said, was perfectly ready to make enemies for you so it was silly to make them for yourself where you could avoid it. There had been a bit about cutting off your nose to spite your face, which she hoped wasn’t literal. All in all, she had taken it to mean that she was allowed to be friends with Ginger, especially if they were room-mates. And, as Ginger hadn’t lied or really done anything wrong (unless you counted being at their party uninvited, but Jemima had had a fun time because of her being there) then she was inclined to still want to be friends.
“Cool. I haven’t tried a lot of Mexican.” Her mother was quite traditional in her food preferences, and of the opinion that anything more exotic than a chilli con carne was a bit daring, so Jemima’s restaurant choices were often vetoed except for birthdays and special treats. Whilst there were plenty of good Mexican restaurants near where she lived, she had always been tempted in by the smells from other places. She inspected the dish, which appeared to consist of pumpkin and chicken with some kind of marinade, helping herself to a small spoonful, as she was sure there were lots of other things to try. It was spicy but not in a hot, fiery way. It was warm and kind of smoky. They had smoked things at home, like ham, but this was different. It was good.
“Mmm,” she nodded, “I approve. I might even come back to it. What else do you think is good?” she asked, “The spicier or stranger the better,” she clarified, in case Ginger thought along the same lines as her family. Though, from the brief summary she had had of that branch of the Pierces, ‘unadventurous’ was not a label they were often ascribed…
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Ginger
December 29, 2014 10:47 AM
A yellow alpaca then? by Ginger
Ginger followed Jemima's glance down to another yellow-hued girl at their table and nodded agreement. "Yes, that would be the courteous thing to do." She couldn't imagine anybody wouldn't want their wallspace covered in the beautiful crafts that Jemima could make, but it would definitely be polite to ask first. "She might want to help, too! It could be a fun roommate bonding activity!"When Jemima asked for advice on what other interesting foods she should try, Ginger immediately passed over a dish with some fruits and nuts in it. She had taken a spoonful because it was very colorful, and it tasted almost as vibrant as it looked. "Not sure what it's called but I just tried some of this. It's tangy but also sweet - but fruit-sweet, not sugar-sweet - at the same time. I like it. I think its one of those dishes people aren't sure if they should be sides because they're healthy or desserts because they taste so good."
She tried a few more tastes of what she'd put on her plate and passed over the ones that she liked best if she didn't see it on Jemima's plate yet. She wrinkled her nose and scrunched up her face and went for a deep drink of her pumpkin juice after one of the unfamiliar dishes proved to be a bit too much for her tastebuds. "Oh, wow," she gasped and took another sip of her juice and a bite of some mashed potatoes to neutralize the taste still in her mouth. "Wow, that was different. Very . . . spicy. Very potent." She blinked a few times because her eyes were tearing up involuntarily. She took another long sip of her pumpkin juice. "Did you want to try that one?" She turned her plate so the appropriate pile of spiced rice was closest to Jemima and pointed at it.
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A yellow alpaca then?
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Lauren Song
December 29, 2014 5:09 PM
Or a llama? by Lauren Song
The hardest part of going to school was saying goodbye. Lauren maybe had a bit of an ego, but she had tortured herself wondering what her mom would do with her gone. For as long as Lauren could remember, Mom had always depended on her to take care of the younger two when she went to work at the hospital. Lauren did the chores with her siblings as they got older. She had changed diapers. She knew how to make macaroni and cheese all by herself. But now she was leaving and that made her sad and a little worried for how things were going to be back at home. She didn't want her mom to cry and stress out without being there for her. She didn't want Isaac to miss her or "accidentally" drop their baby sister. She didn't want to miss out on everything that went on at home.Lauren had never been a very adventurous person, but she knew that eventually she was going to leave for school. Magical schools were kind of strange that way. They liked to keep all the magic in one area instead of letting muggles in on the secret. Though Lauren didn't really get why, she followed the rules so it didn't really matter either way to her. Lauren's mom had been a little reluctant to send her to an all-magical school. It was necessary as a half-blood, of course, but Mom had warned her to never let the purebloods push her around or think that they were better than her. Mom had a lot of bad experiences with purebloods, she being a half-blood herself, and Lauren hoped that people at Sonora were nicer. A nasty pureblood could easily make her entire school career a nightmare.
The wagon ride was a little bumpy, but it was a short journey from Southern California to Arizona. It was a lot drier and desert-like here, something Lauren would have to get used to. Only a few hours had passed and already she missed her family. The school was beautiful, she couldn't deny that, and she let herself be awed for a moment, wondering how in the world she was going to explain all of this in a letter back home. She would have to ask for a camera on her Christmas list this year.
The sorting began pretty early in the opening feast and the Headmaster didn't look very enthusiastic about it, but with her last name she was towards the end of the line. When she was finally called up, she took a sip and watched her pale skin turn a bright yellow. If she didn't stick out before, she definitely stuck out now. She was eager to get away from the front of the room and went quickly to the table to wait out the rest of the ceremony. When the food appeared, she looked around for housemates with skin just as yellow as hers. There were two girls chatting together and Lauren stood up and made her way a little timidly towards them.
It looked like they were trying different foods, something Lauren didn't do very often, and she sat down next to them, telling herself to be outgoing. These girls were probably going to be her roommates for the rest of her stay at Sonora. "Hi," she said with a smile. "I'm Lauren Song." Her brows furrowed a little at the spices on Ginger's plate. "What are you guys eating?" Lauren ate a lot of Korean food back home whenever her mom or uncle cooked, but otherwise it was just mac and cheese or hamburgers. A whole table full of new foods was kind of intimidating.
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Jemima
January 01, 2015 1:42 AM
Yellama by Jemima
“I hope so,” she smiled, as Ginger suggested crafting could become a room-mate bonding activity. She was looking forward to them making their mark on the dorm room. She was sure it was already very beautiful and she couldn’t wait to see it but she also wanted to make it theirs and home.She helped herself to the fruit dish that Ginger had mentioned. It seemed similar to something her mother might serve with coffee - all nuts, and candied fruits, only with a bit more of a kick to it, and less being all glued together with honey. It was interesting, though more for her dilemma over where to classify it than anything else.
“I see what you mean,” she mused, accepting further dishes from Ginger as well as trying any that caught her eye (or nose) on her other side, and offering these up to the other girl. When Ginger scrunched her face up and went for an immediate drink of her pumpkin juice, Jemima was, perhaps rather counter-intuitively, very keen to know what had prompted that reaction and to try some. Happily, her friend obliged, though before she could take any, a voice piped up next to her and she found that they had been joined by the other yellow girl. She beamed broadly at their new room-mate.
“Hi, I’m Jemima and this is Ginger. Uh, Wolseithcrafte and Pierce,” she added, unsure whether Miss Lauren Song was interested in such details. She didn’t know of a Song family, and Lauren sounded American but looked Asian, so she wasn’t sure whether she’d have been taught about her regardless.
“Um, a little bit of everything,” she replied to the food question, “Everything new and interesting anyway,” she grinned. “Currently, this very spicy rice is kindly on offer from Ginger’s plate,” she explained, taking a small, tentative forkful. The rice was probably the hottest thing she’d ever tasted - a real fiery spice that burnt her tongue and which she could feel as she swallowed it. She gave a slight cough but went for a second forkful, even though it made her eyes water.
“I like it,” she said, in a slightly strangled tone, “But perhaps that’s about enough of it… You want some?” she asked Lauren. She wasn’t sure whether to be sorry or excited that she had found her limit. “By the time I’m a seventh year, I’m going to be able to eat a whole portion though,” she vowed.
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Ginger
January 03, 2015 1:41 PM
I can't top that. by Ginger
"Hi," Ginger said, smiling and waving as Jemima introduced her to Lauren. "Welcome." Jemima then went into the foods they were trying and Ginger pushed her plate closer so she could try the exceedingly hot rice if she so chose. Ginger was pretty impressed that Jemima had manged two bites of it. One was quite enough for her, thank you very much."Good luck to you with that," Ginger said when Jemima vowed to be able to eat a whole serving of it by the time they were seventh years. Her undertone went more along the lines of 'you are completely nutters, but I like you anyway' but she knew it was impolite to say that out loud to someone she barely knew.
"Or, if you prefer food that does not attempt to murder your tastebuds," Ginger said, pushing the platter of her favorite of the foods so far tonight closer to their new friend, "I recommend the tasty fruit and nuts dish. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it's called. Like Jemima said, we're experimenting with new foods."
She eyed the roast beast doubtfully. "On that note, I'm from a vegetarian family but I'm not strict follower. Is the meat worth trying? What is it, even? Chicken?" she guessed, since that was something a lot of people seemed to eat a lot of. It was just a platter of meat so far as she could discern, so one guess seemed as good as another. "Or turkey maybe?" She did recall a lot of feasts like Thanksgiving and Christmas often involved turkeys. Even her family roasted up a small one for the members who wanted some, but she usually filled up on the other foods and didn't bother with it.
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Lauren
January 04, 2015 12:26 AM
Yellama is a winner! by Lauren
Lauren was very glad that her roommates seemed nice. She smiled at the girls as Jemima introduced them before turning to look at the array of foods that Jemima and Ginger were trying. The spicy dish looked pretty good. Even if Lauren wasn't very adventurous when it came to new food, she didn't think it would hurt too much to try it even though Jemima's eyes watered up. She grinned when Jemima vowed to eat it all by the time they were seventh-years. "I'll hold you to that," she teased.She picked up a fork and scooped a little bit into her mouth. The heat was definitely there, but Lauren found it bearable. "It's good. I like spicy food," she said, smiling. Even so, she still grabbed a cup of water to wash down the spice and ease her tongue a little.
At the offer, Lauren took a bit of the fruit and nuts dish as well. It was sweet and crunchy; a pleasant mixture. She liked it and took a little bit more as Ginger pointed out another dish. This was actually kind of fun with new friends. The slab of meat looked familiar, but she peered a little closer just to get a smell for it. "Maybe it's ham. Ham or beef. I don't think it's turkey." She was very familiar with ham and turkey from her family's traditionally American Thanksgiving dinners. Lauren took the initiative to take a pre-sliced piece from the meat and cut a tiny piece to eat. "Mm, it's good. The meat is tender." Lauren's uncle used lots of words to describe meat, words like 'tender' or 'juicy.' Maybe if she used them, it would look like she knew what she was talking about.
"You should try it if you want," she said, procuring the plate for her new friends to take from. "Have you ever eaten meat before?" she asked curiously. Lauren knew very few vegetarians, and absolutely none that were her age.
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Yellama is a winner!
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Jemima
January 11, 2015 3:12 AM
*bows* Thank you by Jemima
Jemima grinned as Lauren happily dived into their culinary adventure with them. She was able to handle the rice as well, and reported to like it, though she followed it with some water and some different dishes.“Do you eat a lot of spicy food at home?” she asked. A lot of the Asian dishes she’d tried in the past were quite spicy, though Chinese food was less so, and Japanese food to her mostly meant sushi (which Francesca thought was ‘sophisticated’ and which she thought was boring unless you used all the pickled ginger and wasabi available) so she supposed Lauren’s home food might be anything.
“Really?” she blinked at Ginger, a little surprised that she had never eaten meat but also sort of impressed that she wanted to go against her family and do it now. Her own mother didn’t like spicy food but it wasn’t like it was forbidden.
“It’s ham,” she backed up Lauren, “Beef tends to be less cooked, so it still has a raw bit in the middle,” she had been brought up eating it this way so had never really stopped to consider that his might seem gross or unusual to someone who wasn’t used to it. “but the cooked bits are darker,” she explained. “Ham’s tasty, I guess,” she shrugged, “Most meat is.” For all her eagerness to try new things, she did enjoy the food at home, especially roast dinners. She just hadn’t really considered the possibility of it being something exciting. She took a little of the ham, both because her mind had wandered onto those kind of foods, and also because she didn’t want to be left out.
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*bows* Thank you
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Ginger Pierce
January 13, 2015 9:16 AM
*Throws congratulatory confetti* by Ginger Pierce
Ginger took a very small piece of the roast ham, just to try it. "I've eaten meat before," she answered Lauren's question. "But usually as part of a casserole or something, not just straight up. My mom isn't strict about her vegetarianism either, and sometimes she has me try stuff just to be well-rounded, and some of my other cousins are sworn carnivores, so there's usually options available for them. Some of my other aunts and uncles and cousins, though, are fully vegan and won't touch anything that came within five feet of meat or dairy during preparation. I've never even tried to be vegan. I like cheese and milk way too much."She shrugged, hesitated and regarded the ham doubtfully for a moment before taking a tiny minuscule bite of it. 'Tender' it might be but it had an odd taste and texture she didn't care for. She made a face and put the rest of the forkful back on her plate. "Eh," she offered her verdict on the meat stuff. "Not for me, I think." Surrounded by pasta and cheese, she might tolerate it, but she didn't really care to eat it by itself.
Ginger looked around but didn't see anything that looked appetizing that she hadn't already tried so she instead took second helpings of some of the foods she had enjoyed and began to settle into the getting-full stage of her dinner. "So, Lauren," she said, her tone indicating a change of subject was imminent, "How do you feel about crafty decorations for our room?"
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*Throws congratulatory confetti*
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Lauren Song
January 20, 2015 10:04 PM
*applauds* by Lauren Song
Lauren didn't know what it meant to be vegan, but she nodded her head anyway. According to Ginger it meant not eating milk and cheese. No milk and cheese meant no grilled cheese sandwiches, no macaroni and cheese, no ice cream or butter or anything good. She couldn't imagine why anyone in their right mind would want to do that to themselves, but she kept her opinion a secret. "Your family sounds interesting," she said sincerely. "My uncle doesn't care what he eats as long as it's good. My mom just tries to eat healthy."Ham didn't seem to sit well with Ginger, so Lauren took another piece. It was pretty good, and it was something familiar. At the word crafty, Lauren lit up. "I love crafts," she said with a smile. "My room back home has a bunch of artwork and crafts that I made. I was sad that I couldn't bring it with me, but it'll be fun making new things, especially with you guys." Having roommates who liked crafts was like winning the jackpot. "I brought some supplies from home that we could all use too. What kind of crafts were you guys thinking of?"
There were already visions of homemade products in Lauren's mind as she reached for something a little unfamiliar. She scooped a deep-fried ball onto her plate, wondering if this was some kind of weird un-glazed donut. It looked like something she'd seen in the grocery store before in the Middle Eastern section or frozen foods. "What is this?" she asked, momentarily distracted as she cut it in half. It looked green inside, and she scooped up a little on her fork to look at it more carefully. "Have some if you guys want," she said, pushing her plate towards them slightly.
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*applauds*
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