Professor Lorraine Taylor
August 12, 2008 9:24 PM
Beginning Charms, Class II [Years I and II] by Professor Lorraine Taylor
"Application," Lorraine Taylor emphasised her sharp word with a tap of her wand against the chalkboard with a decisive click. Precise cursive notes with labeled diagrams spread themselves over the board as she paced up to the front of the dais overlooking the full classroom of first and second years. It was directly after the Midterm break, which Lorraine had spent with her family, and all of her classes were through with their theoretical learning for the year. The professor rather liked this method of teaching. It allowed her to get what she looked at as the boring part of the subject over with quickly and then progress to the fun part. As she had just said, application. After all, as a woman who had spent a good part of her life as a magical engineer, something like that would be considered enjoyable. Second only to a rousing Arithmantic problem.Lorraine pushed her neatly cut blonde hair (with strands of white and gray hidden in the colour) back with one hand as she gestured to the lab tables with the other. For she had moved the desks to the side, providing space for six large, black, fireproof lab tables, the sort generally seen in Muggle science labs. After all, she had been raised for the first ten years of her life as a Muggle, and her family was still adamantly so. Although there was her brother's youngest that she wondered about sometimes...but Trevor had some time yet before he would get his letter, if he were to be a wizard.
"is everything," she finished, surveying the room. "Today, we will be applying our knowledge of the Severing Charm to its best use. Cooking.
"There is a recipe for pizza on each of the lab stations, and there are four stations to a lab table. I expect you all to get into groups of two and use the spell appropriately to cut the materials. Use your imagination. You have not been given any utensils, and I expect an edible creation by the end of the period. You may begin." Lorraine prevented herself from being too amused by the shocked glances some of the students were trading at the prospect of food in her classroom. After all, she had gotten quite the reputation of a Nazi in the classroom and around the school. Nevertheless, the woman could appreciate what was needed to get her students interested in her lesson.
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Subthreads: Yummy! by Lucie Dupree with Grayson Wright, Lucie
Cooking? Ick. by Chelsea Brockert with Laurie Cider
What kind of pizza are talking about here? by Holly Greer with Cecily Smythe, Cecily
It could be worse by Amelia Smythe with Ian Grimm, Amelia
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Professor Lorraine Taylor
Beginning Charms, Class II [Years I and II]
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Lucie Dupree
August 13, 2008 3:38 PM
Yummy! by Lucie Dupree
The Charms classroom was certainly an interesting site in Lucie’s view. In place of the desks, which were off to the side, were large, black tables. She tilted her blonde head in curiosity, wondering what they were going to be doing. Normally, the class tended to be rather boring, working mostly in theory, and since she found it boring, it meant that she had difficulty on any testing on the material, because she had a hard time remembering things that weren’t of interest. Though, she supposed if she used the material in a story it would make it easier.Tucking a strand of her long hair behind one ear, she moved to one of the tables and put her bag underneath. It seemed she was right on time too, because as soon as she did, the professor began her lecture. At the mention of application, Lucie concentrated on what Professor Taylor was actually talking about. She completely agreed with the statement. Application was everything. One could only know so much theory. It was the application that really got to the point. It was like, one could know the theory of how to defend against a dementor and, even though the chances of actually coming across one were rather slim, if one did, knowing the theory wouldn’t be enough to protect oneself. It was all in the application.
Her excitement grew with the next sentences. They would be cooking a pizza. How cool was that? Lucie had never tried cooking before. At home, they had house elves that took care of all that. Truthfully, if her mother ever caught her children in the kitchen attempting such a thing, she probably would have flipped out. After all, it was something that would be considered beneath their status in her mother’s opinion, which is why they often didn’t get to do the fun things that other kids got to do, but Lucie was making a vital attempt to do so regardless and this was a great lesson to do so.
On closer inspection of the table, she saw the recipe near the other person, but she was near the toppings. Broccoli. Ew. Why in the world would anyone put broccoli on pizza? Actually, why would anyone eat it? It was absolutely disgusting. She didn’t like it raw. She didn’t like it cooked. And she certainly wasn’t about to put it on a pizza. She glanced over to her partner, hoping that they had no desire for the broccoli either. “So, where do we begin? I guess we’d have to make the crust, right?” She asked, hoping that her partner also had a clue of where to start.
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Yummy!
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Grayson Wright
August 16, 2008 11:31 PM
Here's hoping it will be. by Grayson Wright
Usually being one of the first kids to arrive at any class had advantages and disadvantages. An advantage was the few minutes where there was nowhere to worry about reaching on time and no sense of needing to do something academic. One disadvantage was having, at least in classes with teachers one found intimidating, nothing to do until the bell. Gray had never quite dared to use his free minutes in Charms to write, so he spent the minutes his classmates spent filing into the room staring off into space. It didn't even occur to him to attempt conversation with his neighbors.The diagrams appearing on the board drew his attention to Professor Taylor in time for him to catch the gist of her speech. Gray's stomach sank a little at 'application'. He wasn't horrible with a wand, but he was just a tad further from 'brilliant' than 'horrible' when casting the spells he was so good at learning the theory behind was a requirement. Maybe it was inherited, maybe it was just in his head, maybe it was connected to be clumsy - that last was his favorite - but it was so. He very much hoped they wouldn't have to prove the edibility of their pizzas.
He blinked when Lucie - he was sure that was her name; he seldom forgot a face once he learned it, and he'd learned his entire class before the end of his first year - spoke to him. Where had she come from? Mentally shrugging aside the question, since it was far from the first time he had failed to notice the seat beside him filling, Gray pushed his glasses up his nose and glanced at the recipe. Having clear written instructions to go by might just save their day. "Y-yeah," he said, keeping his hand on the recipe in case she chose to doubt him. "It looks, it looks easy. Do you want to mix it, or do you, uh, want me to?"
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Here's hoping it will be.
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Lucie
August 17, 2008 4:14 PM
We just have to survive it. by Lucie
Grayson. She wondered if anyone ever called him Gray or by some other nickname, because it seemed like such a terribly adult name for someone their age and if they didn’t, she really thought they should. Anyhow, she mentally shook her head to clear it of the distraction of shortening his name, which she was apt to do by nature, and instead focused on the actual person, who seemed to be taken bit aback by the fact that she had talked to him. But then, how was she supposed to accomplish anything with a partner if she didn’t talk to said partner? Really, that wouldn’t make any sense at all.She also didn’t think it made any sense that he kept his hand on the recipe card since they both needed to use it, but she supposed it didn’t really matter. Everything at the ‘crust’ station appeared to have already been measured out, so the only way it could be screwed up is if she did something horrible like spilling or dropping one of the ingredients, which, oh, that could be a problem. It wasn’t that she was a klutzy girl, but sometimes she tended to get a bit excited and would rush too quickly, which resulted in the appearance of being klutzy. She rationalized that she just had to go slowly. If she did, then they should be able to get a good grade. So, what better place to start, then by what Gray said was easy? “Sure, I’ll mix it. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? Do you want to start on the sauce or maybe slicing the toppings?”
The first thing she did was to check out each of the ingredients she was supposed to use to make the crust. There was brown sugar, salt, olive oil, flour, and active dry yeast. She began by making a little volcano out of the flour with her hands. In it, she put the brown sugar, salt, olive oil, and yeast. Then, she began to try and mix them up since it seemed only logical to do. Unfortunately, all she was ending up with was a goopy mess that kept sticking to her hands and it certainly didn’t look anything like what dough was supposed to look like. She had to be missing something, but what? She decided she had best look at the recipe. Rounding the table, she went over to where it was sitting to get a view. She had decided not to actually move it since Grayson had seemed a bit possessive of it earlier. Leaning down to read the card, she was glad that she had already tied her long hair back, otherwise it might have ended up in the sauce, which would have been an utter disaster. Okay, so she was missing…duh, water, but there wasn’t any sitting out.
Another duh. She had to use the Augmenti spell. She moved back to her work area and, oh, man, she hadn’t pulled out her wand. Goopy hands and no wand, what a perfect match. At least, she kept her wand in her pocket and not her bag, so she only had to get it out of her pants, but still, it would leave a bit of a mess. Oh, well. It could be cleaned up. She pulled it out, so now she had goopy hands and a goopy wand. “Augmenti!” A small stream of water shot out and when she thought it was enough, she tried to get her wand to stop spilling water, but it wouldn’t. Panicking slightly, as she didn’t want to mess up the recipe, she shifted her position, which caused the water to hit Grayson. “I’m so sorry!” Lucie cried out. How embarrassing! But at least, her wand had stopped shooting water. “Did I mess anything up?”
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We just have to survive it.
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Gray
August 23, 2008 6:52 PM
Yes. We do. by Gray
"Sauce," Gray repeated. An image of a bubbling pot of a red substance on the stove at home flashed across his mind. His grandma made really good tomato sauce, and his dad's wasn't half-bad. Sauce took a long time to cook or whatever-it-was sauce did - he'd never studied the Ways of the Chef to know the proper term - so it would be best to start that as soon as possible. "Yeah. I can do that."The sauce recipe was kind of...long. If it had been a story instead of a list of instructions, it would've had more odd plot twists than three of his together. Pushing his sleeves back - he still had classes left and no great desire to sit through them in food-covered robes - Gray chose an onion to chop up.
The onions and spices went into the oil all right, and the tomatoes, though more or less square after being peeled by an inexpert set of Severing Charms, had all been mashed up as best as he could, but it wasn't coming together. He had done something wrong. His grandma's sauce didn't look like a restaurant's dumptster, with the tomato and onion almost seeming to float in green-flecked hot oil. Maybe it needed stirring? Hesitantly, he poked a long-handled wooden spoon into the mix and used his wand to move it around the sauce pot.
He was just about to congratulate himself for thinking of this as the sauce began showing signs of smoothness when, out of nowhere, he was suddenly hit by a stream of water. Cold water. He automatically threw his hands up to shield his glasses, dropping his wand in the process. The apologies of his partner explained the occurence, but did not make his heart slow down again. He was not the biggest fan of surprises, and sudden water from the walls was definitely a surprise.
"No," he said, putting his hands back down and hoping he was telling the truth. She sounded upset, which was bad. Upset girls were - if Anne and Elizabeth were typical of the kind, anyway, which he doubted, but anyway - not the best kind to be around. "It's okay, Lucie." He tried his best to sound reassuring, but he had a feeling he'd done that wrong, too. He'd had a few more tries at comforting people than he had at cooking, but not many.
Behind him, unnoticed, the spoon had continued to revolve, growing sloppier as it went unattended. Adjusting his not-crooked glasses from habit and giving Lucie a quick smile, he turned back to the sauce just in time to take a smooth-ish dollop of it to the lenses.
Yelling more from shock than the pain of the bits of hot tomato that had hit him instead of his glasses, he tried and mostly failed to yank his glasses off while removing those bits with his sleeve and grab that accursed spoon with the other hand. Consequently, the second task ended up being put third, though he still thought he had acted quickly enough to prevent permanent scarring. That was good. What was not good was having everything a hair more than four inches from the end of his nose be a blur with very few identifying features.
"It's okay," he said aloud, putting his glasses down very carefully. He needed his wand, which he now remembered he had dropped, to get water, which he needed to take enough of the sauce off his lenses to see well enough to finish. Being blind as a bat wasn't a good reason to fail. He was nowhere near as obsessed with it as Anne was - Anne got a lot scarier than usual when she thought she was beginning to underachieve, and that was saying something - but Gray still liked doing well in his classes very much. "Nothing went wrong. Can you - uh - can you turn down the heat for the sauce, Lucie?" Feeling around, he finally located his wand and began trying to clean off his glasses.
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Lucie
August 31, 2008 9:50 PM
Think we can manage? by Lucie
Lucie sighed in relief, thankful that Grayson had said that she hadn’t ruined anything. It would have been horribly dreadful if she had and probably would have resulted in tons more apology, because not only would she have jeopardized her grade, but his as we well. Not to mention, she would have made all his hard (and she didn’t doubt it was hard) work on the sauce go to waste. She didn’t know if she could do it at all. She hadn’t done too well with the dough thus far.She supposed that she should get back to it and hopefully savage what she could, though, she wasn’t sure that there was much hope for the sticky mess and she suspected by the end of the lesson that it wouldn’t be only on her pants, but her robes as well along with any other bit of food that made its way there. With a different sort of sigh, after a quick smile from Gray, she was just about to try and continue when he shouted. Confusion fleeted across her features. What happened? Everything had been fine just a minute ago. Was he all right? Thankfully, it didn’t take too long to find out since his responses provided answers to her questions.
“Sure,” Lucie replied, as she moved past Grayson. She could take care of turning down the heat. It required nearly no effort on her part. Not to mention it was a nice distraction from the mess she had made. Once the heat was taken care of, Lucie shifted over to where Gray had taken to cleaning his glasses. “Were you able to get them clean?” She asked, her head tilted slightly in concern. She had never had to wear glasses and couldn’t imagine having to be dependent upon them. She wondered just how dependent upon them he was, but opted not to ask on the basis that it would probably be rude given that they didn’t know each other that well.
After making sure Grayson was fine, Lucie managed to turn her attention back to the dough that she really needed to make an attempt at finishing if they had any hope at all. Carefully, she mentally ran through everything again until getting to the point where she left off. A bit of water and the dough actually was dough. That was a plus. At least, she viewed it as one. Of course, if she knew anything about cooking, she would have known that cold water wouldn’t activate the yeast, thereby resulting when the product was finished, the crust was going to be rather flat.
But she didn’t and she continued on. The dough finished, she used the Severing charm to divide the dough into three separate sections. “I figured we could do three mini-pizzas and do different toppings for each, Gray…son” Lucie finished a bit awkwardly, as she added the second syllable of his name. To cover up for her ineptness to actually say his name, she continued by asking, “What toppings do you like? I like mine plain.”
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Think we can manage?
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Gray
September 06, 2008 11:56 PM
Yes we can! by Gray
After a minute or so of furious scrubbing fueled by his new feeling of idiocy, Gray had his lenses clear enough for him to at least see through. He slid them back over his ears so they sat where he liked them on his nose before he answered Lucie's question. "P - Pretty much," he mumbled, hoping his face hadn't turned too red and feeling sure that it had. He was an idiot. If Thomas or Chelsea had noticed - which they almost certainly had - he'd be lucky not to find himself up in front of a special court to be expelled from Aladren.At least ritually sacrificing the Unworthy One to expunge the shame he had brought upon them sounded more like what the Crotali would do under equivalent circumstances.
The "emergency" past, Lucie divided the crust three ways. It looked much better than his sauce did, though what his sauce had done to his eyes could have made him just a bit biased against it. "Pepperoni and mozzarella cheese," Gray said when asked about his topping preference. "I'll whack on the cheese and not cut my hand off," he said. He would not have blamed her in the slightest for deciding she had paired with someone dumb enough to actually do that. "And it's - it's just Gray. Grayson's my dad...and my granddad and his dad and a bunch of other relatives, but Dad's the only one who's ever used his whole name. We've mostly had Sonnys and..."
He trailed off, realizing nobody - including most members of his own family - really cared about his ancestors. The animated, stutter-free manner he'd taken up vanished when he realized he'd been rambling again, this time at a girl he'd never met before in his life and would be sitting in classes with for five more years. Hunching his shoulders, Gray returned to the cheese. "..And I'll shut up now," he muttered. "Sorry, uh, y'know, about that."
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Yes we can!
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Lucie
September 16, 2008 12:36 AM
It shall be an adventure by Lucie
While Grayson stated he was going to work on the cheese, Lucie started to work at the first bit of tough to form it into a flat round shape. At the mention of not cutting his hand off, she glanced up at him to see if her was serious or not. Figuring that he couldn’t possibly be, she went back to her work, listening to him talk and was pleased to hear that he went by Gray. She thought it suited him much better than the formal name. It made her glad that she didn’t have one that was. If she did, she would have almost certainly had to shorten it to something more fun.Lucie’s fingers had just begun working at the second lump of dough when Gray stopped talking. She looked over at him, her head tilted slightly in curiosity as to why he thought he had to cease talking. Personally, she loved to talk about anything really. It didn’t matter what it was about, because either she could offer an opinion or a tidbit of knowledge, or she could ask questions. In this case, questions. “Why does your dad use his whole name?” She offered a smile to let him know that she didn’t mind his rambling in the least. To make him feel more comfortable, she continued, “My dad uses his whole name too, but I couldn’t imagine him as an Al at all.”
Whenever Lucie thought of the name Al, the picture that got painted in her head was of a middle-aged, balding man that wore a white tank with red suspenders. It was really awful that’s what she thought of and she was sure that there were some very nice people that had the name of Al, but she really couldn’t help what she thought, could she? Besides, it’s not like she went around telling people as much. It would be a little weird if she did. She had more important things to thing about than the name Al anyhow, such as the third dough ball. After doing the first two, it was much easier to make the third one the correct shape. She thought it might have been the best one yet.
With all three finished, they just had to add the sauce, cheese, and toppings. Lucie moved back over to where the sauce was. She poked at it a bit with the spoon. “Is the sauce almost finished?” She wasn’t sure when it would be considered finished or not. Though, once it was, they would be able to add it onto the dough. She glanced over to Gray to see how he was doing with the cheese since that was after the sauce. That left one question. “What do you think we should add to the third one? Plain, pepperoni, vegetables?”
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It shall be an adventure
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Gray
October 01, 2008 8:57 PM
Just as long as it's not the Next Great Adventure. by Gray
To Gray's surprise, Lucie didn't seem to mind his rambling. That was...new. Of course, he hadn't gone very far with his train of thought before he realized he was going, which was probably a factor in her un-annoyed-ness."I don't know, really," he said when she asked why his dad went by their full name. "Probably Grandma - she's a lot - more formal, I guess, than the rest of us. My Uncle John's the only person I've ever heard her use a nickname for." A nickname he wasn't always sure his uncle liked, but it was a labor of Hercules to find things John did like. "What's, uh, your dad's name?" There were lots of things that could be shortened to Al, and Gray liked collecting names with a common nickname that were not actually very common for the Phil and Missy stories.
He was careful, as he'd promised to be, to mind what he was doing as he sliced the cheese with a severing charm and did his best to slice the slices into the tiny little pieces he had seen on pizzas at home. He suspected there was a better charm to use if he was trying to grate cheese, but if first and second years had learned it already, he didn't remember it. The product wasn't as fine as he might have liked, but, between him being a half-blind twelve-year-old bookworm and there being an accepted rule about almost nobody liking his own cooking as well as he did someone else's, he thought it would do. He glanced up as Lucie poked at the sauce.
"I think so," he said, looking at it critically. The thing that made potions generally better than cooking was that a potion usually didn't turn the right color until all steps had been correctly followed while the sauce had started as chunky red gloop and would end as chunky red gloop. "It's, it's been cooking for a while now, and it isn't burning up yet, so..." He shrugged and checked his watch, picking the directions up so he could see them. "Looks like we're near the time she, uh, put on here, so I guess we can turn down the heat and let it cool."
Gray caught his lower lip between his teeth when she asked for an opinion on what should go on the third pizza. "You, uh, said you like it plain, so I guess we could leave that if you want it." A thought struck him as his eye fell on a supply of vegetables, and he grinned mischievously without realizing it. "Or we could put a bunch of vegetables on it and tell Professor Taylor that one's hers." Vegetables had lost Gray's stamp of approval about the time he'd moved to eating more real food than baby food.
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Just as long as it's not the Next Great Adventure.
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Lucie
October 09, 2008 7:18 PM
Probably for the best. by Lucie
A nod of understanding came at Gray’s explanation about his grandmother. Her grandparents were the formal sort, very formal sort. They used their full names. They always ate in the dining room with a linen tablecloth, cloth napkins, and candles. Even a snack had to be eaten at the table. Come to think of it, her parents were the same way. Everything was always so formal in their house. It was amazing that Lucie was the way she was, but then she was more or less the exception to most familial rules.“Oh,” Lucie said, biting her lip at the realization that Al could be short for a lot of other names. Alastair. Alex. Alvin. But it was none of those. “Alain. A. L. A. I. N.,” she spelled out, as there were multiple spellings of the name and she wanted to be clear as to which one it was. After all, she understood the importance of spelling one’s name correctly. People tended to misspell her name all of the time, favoring Lucy over Lucie, which was a shame as she was rather partial over the ‘ie’ at the end.
A wicked grin came to Lucie’s face over Gray’s suggestion. “That’s absolutely perfect!” She hated the way grownups were always going on and on about how one should eat all of their vegetables. Her mother even made them into a meal. Cucumber sandwiches were the worst. She detested vegetables with a passion. Picking up the sauce, she added some to the three mini-pizzas and then waited for Gray to add the cheese he took the time to do.
Once they were ready, Lucie looked over what vegetables they had. “It’s a shame that we don’t have any turnips. They’re evil.” She fully believed this statement and most people that probably heard such a thing would probably think her a little out there, but was it her fault that she had a healthily developed imagination. Continuing on topic, she said, “But there’s broccoli, mushrooms, spinach, and tomatoes that we can use.” Her nose wrinkled at the mention of each of them. Really gross.
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Probably for the best.
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Gray
October 10, 2008 9:50 PM
Yeah, we're a bit young for that. by Gray
Gray had exactly enough social sense to know he probably should not say aloud that he thought that Lucie's father's name sounded like that of a patriarch on one of his mother's soaps. So, since that was the only thing he thought about it, he defaulted to a standard stock next-thing-to-say. "That's a nice name," he said.His own name was mildly interesting, but in general, Gray thought his family tended toward dull names. There was no originality and no particular desire for any; the general feeling seemed to be that if any given name had been good enough for a relative, it was good enough for a new baby. Gray had occasionally wondered what people would do if he flatly refused to name his kids Grayson or Anne, but he'd long since come to the conclusion he would never have the nerve to actually do it. He was fairly indifferent toward the tradition, but some of the Wrights felt very strongly about it.
Gray grinned, pleased, when Lucie expressed approval of his idea before surveying their arsenal of foul foods. "Spinach is evil enough," he said. "Mushrooms, too." Broccoli was of the generally rotten category, and he could stand tomatoes, but spinach and mushrooms were awful. "Think we should have some of all of them on it or pick our least-favorites?"
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Yeah, we're a bit young for that.
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Lucie
October 12, 2008 6:58 PM
I like being young. by Lucie
Lucie had to give considerable thought to the question proposed to whether it should be their least favorites or all of the vegetables. If it were of their least favorites, it would certainly be a disgusting pizza, but the possibility of the way it could look with all of the vegetables sounded like absolute fun. Besides, by picking their least favorites, they might actually make a pizza that the professor would adore, but then the professor might adore vegetables in general, which was really just icky. Though, this posed the question to whether or not it would actually get eaten at all.“Um, let’s put a little of everything,” she decided, her hand already heading towards the mushrooms. With their current state of being, they sort of reminded her of a footstool, which sound about right since she thought they smelled like feet. Putting some down on the table, she used her wand to perform the severing charm. Unfortunately, the finished product was not really what she had intended. Instead, the mushrooms looked like chopped bits with a couple that actually resembled normally sliced mushrooms. It also made her iffy towards trying to do the tomatoes since they really didn’t need a mushy mess to add to everything else. “I’ll do the spinach if you do the tomatoes,” she offered.
Once everything was finished and they had time to kill, Lucie opted to try and continue the conversation along rather than letting it die down. “So, what else do you dislike besides spinach and mushrooms, or like, if you prefer? I read and write a lot,” she told him. Mostly, it was because she had an affinity towards doing so, but a little bit of it also came to the fact that she didn’t really fit into any of the groups that had formed, though, she was perfectly fine with this since she was quite capable of entertaining herself.
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I like being young.
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Gray
October 18, 2008 3:11 PM
I have no objections to it. by Gray
"Sure, sure thing," Gray said when Lucie asked if he'd cut the spinach while she did tomatoes. He had already chopped the tomatoes for the sauce without major incident, so that worked out fine. He tried very hard to be a little neater, this time, but that didn't work out so well. He guessed he would just have to cross his fingers when he finished with them and hope Professor Taylor's idea of an edible product didn't include the product being attractive.When Lucie first tried continuing their conversation, Gray assumed she was talking about food preferences, but then a pair of golden words clarified the issue, and his face lit up with excitement. "That's - that's what I do, too!" Gray exclaimed, almost reaching for his bag and the first three pages of the latest story therein before he thought better of it. "Pretty much all I do, actually - I want to win the Emurian Award someday." A bit ambitious, he knew - it was, after all, one of the most prestigious awards for fictions in the country - but he'd read enough history to know that less likely people had done bigger things.
"What do you like to read?" he asked, jumping from one of the subtopics to another without thought. "I'll read most anything, but I, I like histories and mythologies best of all." He also had a pronounced soft spot for M.L. Marklin and the Silas Wilkers books about Muggle schooling and daily life, but that wasn't something he told anyone. He'd figured out, somehow and at some point, that learned people didn't exactly consider them high literature.
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I have no objections to it.
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