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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 1:24:09 GMT
Tim woke up much too early. It was 2am and he couldn't get himself back to sleep. His stomach was grumbling and so he decided to take a quick trip to the kitchens, since it was not even a 5 second walk.
Making his way through the corridors, he go there quickly. Tim tickled the pear and entered the kitchens. The smell of food was intoxicating and he found himself awakened by the fresh smell of food. He was being lured by his hunger and he couldn't resist himself.
Tim was practically attacked by house elves when he entered. All of them asking him what he needed help with. Tim smirked and shook them off, "It's OK I'll make my own food." He generally was an excellent cook and it was a hidden secret.
Grabbing some ingredients, he mixed everything together and stuffed it into the oven. His casserole was in the oven and from the smell it seemed delicious. He couldn't help but enjoy himself.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 1:39:21 GMT
Patrolling that day was boring, Grace had no company and no one to chase to their common room. So she decided to go visit Clarence and his friends in the kitchen. She gradually made her was to the kitchens, making sure no one was out of bed when they weren't supposed to be.
She reached for the pear, tickled and entered the kitchen. "Clarence," she called wistfully, "I was ..." she looked around the kitchen and noticed a non-house elf person. She stopped talking and gapped at him. "And what are you doing out of bed?" she asked, walking up to him and flashing her Head Girls badge. "I hope it's making me something to eat, I'm starved!"
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 2:07:05 GMT
Tim looked back and sighed. Yes she was the head of house for the Puffers but he wasn't going to freak. When she asked if he was making her something to eat her laughed. "Yes if you enjoy real food rather than this schools food," he said lightly.
He must have looked like a complete wreck but he didn't care. He hadn't come to the Kitchens to charm anyone and so he would not be bothered by his appearance. "So Grace, what brings you here," he said lightly. He had some classes with her and knew her name only because of that. She was of course one of the more pretty Puffers but since he didn't really know her he could only imagine her attitude towards him. The smart-ass, trouble-making, detention-getting, utterly charmingly Tim.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 2:18:56 GMT
When the Slytherin agreed to make her something, Grace clapped her hands and sat at a table across from where he clearly had prepared the food. "I like the school food just fine, Father never cooked so it was always Miss Everything-Needs-To-Be-Cooked-With-Oil across the road." Grace laughed again at the memory, then leaned on the table and forwards to try get a closer look at the ingredients.
She stared at him, open mouthed, for a moment when he said her name. But then she realised that it was obvious that he knew her name, they had a few classes together and she was Head Girl, who didn't know her name, Clarence even had her name written on a mug for her special use. What a thoughtful house elf.
"Well, patrolling got boring," she said matter-of-factly, "and I skipped supper because Fagin would have skinned my hid if I didn't had my essay in before the end of supper. What brings you here, Tim, is it?" She was terrible with names but thought she had it right this time. She smiled at him in her cheery way that seemed to be her only way these days.
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 2:26:16 GMT
Tim smirked as she spoke. "Yes well in my house we had a chef... he cooked much better than they do here," he said lightly. "That's how i picked up my skills," he winked at her playfully.
"Don't look too surprised I know your name," he smirked as her mouth dropped. "I know every pretty girl in this school and have dated more than half of them," he said confidently turning around and taking out the casserole.
"Well I couldn't go back to sleep," he said simply. "Then my stomach began to sing to me.. rather a choir," he smirked. "And here I am cooking for the both of us," he said lightly.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 2:42:29 GMT
Grace smiled up at Tim as he spoke of his chef. "That's wonderful," she said dreamily, "you must have a wealthy family?" She frowned at her own forwardness, but gave it up to being tired and hungry.
Her name, everyone knew her name, and it never stopped amazing her. She gave a nervous giggle when Tim noticed her surprise and when her implied she was pretty, Grace blushed. She wouldn't have classified herself as being pretty but if he wanted to be under that misapprehension she would leave him to it.
Then the casserole come out. Grace clapped her hands together again excitedly. "OO!" she chortled, "yummy!" She looked up at Tim and smiled. "My tummy's singing to me now too," she said with a little giggle, "so, dish up already!" She was amazed at how pushy she could be when it came to food when she was hungry and simply smiled at Tim.
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 2:51:20 GMT
Tim smiled lightly. "Yes..." he said lightly. He didn't mind talking about his wealth but it felt awkward for some reason. Then looking back down at the casserole he smiled, "It will be done in 5 minutes, it must cool." He smirked at how feminine he sounded and sighed, "Don't tell anyone about this..." he hissed lightly. He had a reputation to hold up and this would not put good marks in it.
"So tell me about yourself Grace, Head of House, don't you get bored at having to be.. a non trouble maker," he smirked. "I don't know how you would do it, truly..." he said lightly.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 3:00:07 GMT
Grace sighed heavily and pouted, making a real show of how upset she was she had to wait five more minutes. Wealthy, cooks, good looking ... what a guy she thought, sighing. "You don't tell anyone that I didn't take points from you and chase you back to your common room and I won't spill about this." It seemed like a fair deal and it was reasonable.
She laughed at the question. She'd never been asked it before. "Well," she began, breathing in deeply before she did, "I'm actually not one for trouble. If you want trouble, you'll have to speak to Bog about that." She laughed and thought abut all the trouble they had gotten into because of his trouble magnet. "But it has it's own kicks, it's own way for causing trouble which can be so much better then anything else 'cause the prefect, if caught, is usually in the right." She smiled at Tim again, it did seem so silly.
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 3:12:10 GMT
Tim laughed lightly. "Oh you would chase me," he said playfully. "Aww alright," he said lightly. He could tell that she was hungry and it made him hungry. After five minutes had passed her took a knife to the casserole and served her, then served himself. Yes, he had taken etiquette classes all his life, and unfortunately they bloody worked. Passing her a fork he hoped that it turned out good.
"Ahh.." he said looking at her. "I would not be do that," he smirked. Tim was known for being a trouble maker. He was always finding himself in trouble and he liked his life like that.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 3:20:44 GMT
Grace smiled widely when her slice of casserole came. She accepted the fork graciously and took a bite. She looked up at him after she swallowed and nodded, "it's good!" she said, "it's really good!"
She took another bite before smiling, "I guess that's just the Hufflepuff in me coming out." She ate hungrily but always remembering her manners. "This really is good, Tim," she said, "you're a very good cook."
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 3:32:58 GMT
Tim looked at her and smiled. "Thank you.." he said as he took a bite of his own piece. He rather liked his food but not very many people knew he could cook.
He smiled as she spoke. "Well I try," he said winking at her lightly. Taking another bite he smiled. "Yes I guess Puffers do tend to be goody people," he said in a non-offensive way.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 13:31:27 GMT
Grace smiled as she continued to eat the delightful casserole but frowned at his observation about Huffies. She giggled, setting her fork down for the time being, and said, "you clearly haven't met Bog." She looked at Tim, smiling playfully, then picked her fork up again and began to eat.
A silence fell over them and Grace felt comfortable to just eat and smile. As first introductions go, Grace thought, this was going well! But she suddenly realised how thirsty she was. She got up from the table and went to speak to a house elf that was nearby. She came back and sat down again. "I hope you don't mind," she said picking up her fork again, "I took the liberty of arranging something for us to drink."
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 17, 2007 23:09:00 GMT
"Bog..." he repeated lightly. "Who?" he asked. He didn't know who that person was but he didn't hang out with many Puffers so it made sense.
Tim looked at her and smiled. "A drink sounds great," he spoke lightly. "I hope you're talking about some whiskey or rum... or something..." he smirked unsure what she meant by drink. They were at the age to do so, but he questioned if she actually did.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 18, 2007 22:23:12 GMT
Grace thought for a moment that Tim was more then likely not the type to hang out with Hufflepuffs but Bog wasn't the sort to let a house colour deter him from making friends. She smiled as she realised Bog easily made friends with everyone, especially Slytherins.
"Bog's a Hufflepuff too, seventh year, like us," she began, searching for the best way to describe him, "he's the troublesome Huffie that's always getting into trouble. I'm sure you have heard of him. Henry Boggleworth is a name one often hears when you're talking about disturbers of the peace." Realising that if he didn't know Bog, no matter how much she went on he still wouldn't know him. Ah well ... she sighed.
She looked over her shoulder to where the house-elf she had spoken to had disappeared. "I thought you might be wanting something a little stronger so I asked for a fire whiskey for you." She looked at Tim, "I hope you don't mind the presumption." Picking up her fork, she had the last of her casserole, then set the fork down again. "I need something a little more caffeine filled so I'm having a nice strong coffee."
She had not finished speaking when the little house-elf appeared carrying a tray with her bright yellow mug and a shorter, wide glass. She set the tray down near Grace and bowed politely before disappearing again. Grace passed Tim his glass and took her own mug, clasping it between her cold hands. She blew slowly, watching Tim over the rim of her mug, then held it up. “To good chefs,” she said, smiling.
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Post by Tim Haunting on Jun 20, 2007 4:44:54 GMT
Tim smiled as she went on about the Bog guy. When she said him full name he nodded. "I've heard of him," he said lightly. "Never met him before... but I now know who your talking about.. we have classes with him right?" he said making sure he was right. The last name Boggleworth was one he could never forget, he was sure that he had heard it before.
Another smile, he was giving them away like a mad man. "Well good judgment," he said simply. "I mean.. yes well I do drink... but you..." he said growing closer to her. "Has liquor even touched those lips," he said with a charming smile on his lips. He watched her and her movements. For a Puffer she was rather graceful, hence the name, he thought to himself.
"Thank you," he said to her and the House-elf. Believe it or not, Tim did treat his house-elves with a sense of 'caring.' Yes, it was somewhat of a soft spot, but when he was younger he made friends with his house-elves, and since then he's had a certain respect for them. Raising his glass he smiled, "To the good cook and his gorgeous assistant." He smiled up at Grace and then took a sip from his glass.
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