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Aug 20, 2019 8:53:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2019 8:53:18 GMT -7
Lusie Windsor started on her way to the kitchens after curfew that night as she did most nights in search of her tea and chocolate biscuits. It was almost a habit at this point, she felt her feet carrying her there without even thinking about it. Actually, she didn’t even remember making the decision to leave the common room, but when the last person went up to bed, she stood and walked out. She needed to keep an eye on that. It could get her in trouble.
She ticked the painting of the pear and stepped into the portrait hole just to see another body lit in silhouette by the light of the well maintained fire. Lusie ran into people here on occasion so she wasn’t really worried about it. Especially because anyone else who would be out at this time was I like to rat her out, unless they wanted to be questioned about how they knew where she was. “oh hi. Hope you don’t mind company.” she said as the painting closed behind her.
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Aug 20, 2019 11:04:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2019 11:04:00 GMT -7
In truth, J.T. hadn’t been having the best day. Between worrying about classes, his family, the recent Azkaban breakout, and being bullied, he needed something to ease his mind. He’d gone to bed early, but found himself tossing and turning instead of sleeping. Which was how he found himself in the kitchens.
The kitchens were one of the most calming places in the castle to him and the house elves reminded him of . . . he stopped himself from thinking of her. It would ruin his drink. He’d never truly gotten over the sacking of the house elf who helped raise him.
He turned on heel to the sound of a familiar voice. A surprising smile crossed J.T.’s face. Unusual sight for any that knew him. In all honesty, had it been anyone else he would have likely been upset. He’d probably of left. But Lusie? She was one of the only people in the castle that didn’t bother him.
“Oh, hi Lusie.” he said. Even at this hour of night the boy was still dressed to the nines. He’d literally gotten out of his pajamas and redressed himself to come down. The only thing missing was his blazier which hung from a nearby chair. The only out of place thing was he wasn’t wearing his usual frown - and he was wearing a white apron emblazoned with the words “World’s Okayest Cook”. A sight to behold for most. The only one who knew he loved cooking, particularly baking were his family. Usually he just kept to himself and brooded with his puzzles or books.
“Oh, right sorry. Not at all. I mean, not when it's you at least.” he stammered after a moment of silence in which he realized he hadn’t fully answered her. “I, uh, made lemon cakes? If you want, that is. Well, I mean, they’re already made. What I meant was you can have one if you want, that is.” He said gesturing at a platter of five lemon cakes on the counter. “I’m going to shut up now.” he said before taking a sip of hot cocoa from his mug. Why couldn’t he talk like a normal person? Just once?
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Aug 21, 2019 8:07:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 8:07:07 GMT -7
Lusie stepped further into the light of the kitchen and felt herself to be extremely under dressed. While he was dressed nicely, she was wearing a pair of loose fitting plaid pajama pants and a black tank top. Her curls were messy but not completely unkempt. As a princess, she would have been scolded at home for being seen looking in such a way, but this was Hogwarts. This wasn’t Windsor castle. There weren’t press lining the gates hoping to get a photo of one of the royals messing up or sneaking a friend in through the back doors. The thought briefly crossed Lusie’s mind that she’s have to be careful with Toby now when they were in public. That was never something she’d had to worry about before. JT seemed a little caught off guard in his apron and then went off about his lemon cakes. Lusie gave a little giggle as she moved to sit at one of the bar stools on the other side of the counter. “I’d love one.” she admitted. A house elf brought over a mug already filled. The scent of Spearmint tickled her nose. “I didn’t know you baked. Sneaking out after curfew to bake, I've got to admit, that’s pretty cool.” she smiled.
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