[Kitchens] Midnight Feast A Bit Early

[Harrison Greg]

“I have been told I do have my moments.” He grinned at her but she seemed to think otherwise and the Ravenclaw shock her head in disappointment but whether it was true disappoint or just put on he did not know and to be perfectly honest Harrison did not really care either.
Plunging his spoon once again into the thick yellow liquid Harrison put it in his mouth and watched Amara with an amused expression. She seemingly had not taken his comment about her cousin being smarter then well as was not, in a typical Ravenclaw way providing a logical answer to it all.

“Well I am glad he has attentive parents that feed him and help him get dressed.”

That was all Harrison had to say on the matter, he thought it wise to overlook her final statement pretend to be deaf. He did not even flinch at the small insult, he just turned his attention back to his ever diminishing amount of custard in the bowl and it seemed he was not the only one eyeing it. The Ravenclaw had called a house elf over, whispered something in its ear and with a giggle it hurried off. It soon returned with two bowls of the yellow stuff and the girl started on the first bowl. He could not help feel that she was concocting some form of plan in that little head of hers but he dared not show his concern or even the slightest bit of interest in the matter.

“So…where were we? I called you stupid, you called me a lummox, I said you had boils and then you said I could not dress myself. Well this is turning into a very intellectual conversation don’t you think.” He produced a smile worthy of a muggle toothpaste advert and placed his spoon down upon the table. “I mean we have not even introduced ourselves….I am Harrison ‘The lummox’ Greg.”

[Amara Conway]

Amara wasn't entirely sure why she felt such disdain and hostility towards the lummox across from her. As she took another spoon full of custard she began to wonder how they had arrived at the place in their conversation they had. She distinctly remembered being called stupid, even if it was inadvertently done it was not a good way to get a conversation going. Clearly.

Watching the boy with little interest, Mar thought that he was intentionally ignoring what she said. If that was the case then he was more of a lummox then she thought, being even more stupid then he professed her to be, being himself unable to retort to any insult she gave. It filled the Conway girl with immense pride and a smirk filled her face. Though she would not admit it, she was much like Slytherins, enjoying the torment of others and their folly amusing her much of the time.

The lummox began to speak again, summing up what Mar had just been thinking about. She laughed heartily. "I was just thinking bout that myself," she chuckled before putting more yellow wobbly stuff in her mouth. He pointed out that they had not introduced themselves and Amara had to laugh again. "I'm Amara," Mar said curtly. She wasn't going to elaborate at none of what Harrison Greg had said about her was true, so why give him the satisfaction of being right by admitting to it. "Do you often seek out young women and mock them?" Mar said, eying the second bowl with a mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes.

[Harrison Greg]

“Oh I often seek out young women but the mocking I leave for those who catch my eye.”

He gave her a cheeky wink and an accompanying grin he was pretty sure that this Ravenclaw had her boundaries and he was sure that unlike many a stupid people in the school she would not fall for his winks and smiles which in a way was nice for Harrison to find someone strong willed and wanting to make it difficult for him.
Pushing the almost empty ball of custard away Harrison looked around for anything that could be remotely more appetising for him but alas cold potatoes and meats did not take his fancy at the moment so instead he turned his attention back to Amara lonely noticing that she had two bowls of custard in front of her.

“Do you have a sweet tooth Amara or are you hinting at something else.”

For the second time in almost two minutes Harrison winked at her as the cheeky thought past through his mind. To any on lookers it would look like he had something in his eye and he was trying to blink it away…but for Harrison winking was as much a natural instinct as covering your face when something was about to hit you. Although as the eye opened again and the smile returned to normal he spotted a look in her eye that worried him ever so slightly.

((Lame this post is....appalled am I))

[Amara Conway]

((oh don't be silly ducky! it's wonderful!))

Amara sucked slowly on her spoon. She didn't like to be rushed at the best of times and was quite happy making Harrison wait for her. This was one way to show him that she wasn't going to give into his wiles. She was made of stronger stuff then that and she would have him know it.

He winked. Amara slowly pulled the spoon from her mouth, licking her lips of the custard and shook her head, dropping her gaze to the bowl. Mara knew that sometimes not saying anything at all and simply shaking your head would work better then any witty retort she could come up with. As she looked down at the thick yellow liquid-like stuff in her bowl she could think of a great number of retorts to throw back at him but the silent attack worked better she thought.

The question finally came about her second bowl of custard. Brushing her fringe out of her face, Amara looked slowly towards the second bowl. Smiling at her first bowl, swirling her spoon around in it, Amara kept quiet for a moment. She was thinking of the best way to deliver this blow ... or bowl (Amara snickered quietly to herself about that little joke). Finally, scooping some custard out, Mar looked up at Harrison and said, her head inclined to the side, "would you like it that you inquire after it?"

Raising her eyebrows, Amara put her spoon down in her own bowl and moved her hand to the second one. Scooping it up in her hand so she was holding the bottom, Mar began to reach over the table to pass it to him but it quickly became clear there was something else on her mind. Rising a little in her seat, Mar's whole arm extended so that the bowl of custard landed perfectly on Harrison's face like clowns and their pie-in-the-face tricks. Smirking evilly, Mara sat down again and took another scoop of her custard.

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[Harrison Greg]

Everything went dark, the sweet smell of custard filled him and he could feel the warmth of the yellow liquid spread over his face. As the bowl fell away Harrison opened up his eyes and looked over at the grinning Ravenclaw. The custard started to roll down his face and drip off his chin and onto his shirt, he gave a quick glance down to evaluate the damage before giving Amara another smile. He was sure he looked a picture but he could not help but think that he would also taste very nice.

Pocking his tongue out he made it reach as far down his chin as he could and started to lick the custard that was around his mouth, clearing a small circle around the radius of his mouth. Retracting his tongue Harrison could feel his taste buds tingle as the sweetness of the desert passed over them.

“That tastes much nicer then the stuff I had…must be freshly made.”

As his jaw moved more custard slipped off his face splattering his top more and the table around the upside bowl of custard that Amara had originally put in his face. But Harrison did not care, he was now scrapping the custard off his face with his fingers and then sucking them clean enjoying the sweet taste. Once half of his face had been sort of cleared of custard Harrison began to look around the kitchen once more.

“We need some drinks.”

He mumbled before swinging his legs from underneath the table and jumping up off the bench and wondered down to the further reaches of the table picking up a handful of bottles of butter beer striking the lids off the top of one on the edge of the table and he took a large swig. With a large grin Harrison followed the trail of custard that seemed to have followed him and sat back down at the table and slid a bottle over towards Amara.

[Amara Conway]

Amara smirked at her bowl, still stirring her custard. She had always wanted to do that to her little brother but knowing him she wouldn't get away with it. This was much more satisfying in the end as Mar's dark eyes gazed up lazily to the large drops of custard that were dripping onto his shirt. She laughed a little chuckle as she stuffed her spoon into her mouth and cleaned it of its treasure.

Harrison began licking himself clean, scraping the custard off parts of his face and at this point she could take it no longer. She dropped her spoon as she burst into hysterical laughter. Her whole body shook she was laughing so hard. Her tied up hair bounced and swung from side to side as she rocked backwards and forwards from the stomach crunching laughter. Harrison made some sort of comment but Mara didn't hear it. Her laughter drowned out the sound of the smug little boys voice.

He stood up and walked off, Amara still laughing her pants off, though she was wearing a pleated skirt. She watched him walk, thinking she had hurt his feelings, but as he did not go towards the door but the other way Mar realised that he was too proud to ever let anyone see him hurt. Typical Gryffindor! she thought, clapping a hand on the table. As the Gryffindork came back, Mara was calming down. He pushed a bottle of butterbeer towards her and Mar simply looked at it, smiling, then at him.

"I don't drink it," Mara said and turned back to her nearly empty bowl. Taking another mouthful, the Claw caught the eye of the same house elf that brought her the two bowls of custard. The little creature scampered over and Mar whispered in her ear again. She smiled widely and nodded, scurrying off again. "Sweet little thing," Mara said absently. Looking up at Harrison, Mar inclined her head and asked sweetly, "oh, did you want something too?"

[Harrison Greg]

To Harrison laughter was one of the nicest sounds in the world, no matter what form of laughter it was. It could be a high pitched girl, a bark of a laugh or even a snort he loved the sound and he loved it even more when he was able to provide that laughter even if it was as his own expense. So when he sat back down taking another swig of his butterbeer and licking some more custard off his face he looked over at Amara and grinned when she mentioned that she did not drink the stuff.

“Oh well that is a shame.” Harrison announced to her and small laugh escaping from his own mouth. “But I guess that means more for me and the lads back in the common room.”

Keeping his eyes fixed upon Amara he reached over and picked up the bottle he had originally passed over to her, finding it quite interesting how she was talking to the same house elf again and just like before the creature grinned happily at her and ran off, Harrison could not wait to see what fun she had in store for him next. Scraping off some more custard from his right check Harrison licked the contents off his finger and raised his custard covered eyebrows at Amara when she asked if there was anything he wanted.

“Oh no I am good thanks.” He answer jovially “I still have some custard left and I think I have plenty to drink…thank you for asking anyway.” He accompanied his last thanks with a smile although it was not his normal cheesy grin, it was a real smile.

[Amara Conway]

Slowly moving the custard around her bowl, Amara didn't look at Harrison as he reached for the bottle he had pushed her way. For the briefest moment she thought he would pour it onto her head but he didn't. Breathing deeply but not showing her worry on her face, Amara scooped a large spoonful and looked up at Harrison. He looked very smug with his two drinks and custard covered face. She was sure he'd be sticky for ages; what better revenge then the lasting one?

Amara had a big mouth and she knew it. So fitting the spoon in her mouth was never a problem. She did so and slowly scrapped layer after layer of custard off it with her lips so that the spoonful would last longer. She did all this while watching Harrison sit across from her. The quick witted Claw was trying to think of something to say but she was distracted by custard and the promise of tea.

Speaking of which, the little house elf returned carrying a large tray ladened with crockery. From within the pile, the little creature pulled a small tea pot with a steaming spout while Amara reached to the top of the pile and took down two cups. Amara smiled at her and winked. "Thanks so much," she said. The house elf nodded and scampered off just as soon as she had come.

The thought crossed her mind that perhaps Harrison had been expecting something but she knew there was nothing funnier then and overthrow of expectations. Mar lifted the tea pot and began to pour herself a cup. As she poured she raised her eyebrows at Harrison and smiled at his thanks. He was being weird now. Lifting her head, Mara picked up the other cup and held it. "Would you like me to pour you a cup of tea or would that emasculate your ego too much?" she asked very quickly.

[Harrison Greg]

She had clearly asked for a pot of tea as that is just what the little house was bringing towards her. As the creature slid the tray onto the table Harrison gave it a small smile and licked some more of the custard off his face while looking over at Amara.
Harrison took this small moment of silence to try and work a few things out about the girl, she was clearly younger then him. He had not seen her in any of his lessons and she seemed to have the attitude about to that showed she had been in the castle long enough to know the place and the people and feel like she could do anything, even throw a bowl of custard in the face of a Gryffindor.

“Emasculate my ego?” He questioned her as he picked up the few words from her quickly spoken sentence. “I can assure you Amara I have had plenty of people pour me tea in my life and it has never done my ego any harm. However if you are that concerned for my well fare I could pour the tea myself if it would put you at ease?”

He shot her a small smile and took another swig of his butterbeer, feeling a few drip of roll down onto his neck and down the back of his shirt. He would have fun telling the lads about this mess and most defiantly about the lively Ravenclaw he had bumped into. Gently placing the bottle back down upon the table with a small thud Harrison was going rested his elbows on the custard covered table and was about to rest head on his hands when he remembered that he still had custard on parts of his face and he could feel it starting to go sticky.

With no towels insight and not fancying getting up again just to clean his face the ever resourceful Harrison lifted the bottom of his shirt up towards his face and cleaned the rest of yellow gloop off his face. Once he was satisfied that the worst had been removed he lowered his shirt and restyled his fringe using the custard almost as a gel.

[Amara Conway]

Amara watched Harrison for a moment, smiling. His response was a predictable one. Never admit that someone's gotten in, that's the way they do it, these mucho men who thought that it was cool to be tough! She snickered as she put the tea pot and cup down. Still laughing, she took hold of the end of her pony tail and began to run it through her fingers. "Suit yourself," she said as she chuckled to herself.

She looped her finger into the handle of the tea cup and lifted it slowly to her mouth. Taking a sip, Mara hmmed appreciatively. "She does know how to make a good cuppa," she said with a chuckle. She looked at Harrison as he wiped his face with his shirt. Laughing loudly, Amara said, "that poor shirt's taken such a beating tonight."

She was about to suggest that he take it off for the house elves to clean while he was there but then she realised how that would sounds so she just laughed a little more. Quickly sipping her tea again, Mar felt the warm liquid fall into her. Draining her cup, Amara clapped it onto the table in front of her and moved her hand towards the pot.

"So," she said, picking it up and pouring more, "you're what a fifth year?" She thought he might be a little older but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of looking it. She gave the pot a little shake to see how much tea was left and decided that she would empty it and then go up to bed. As much as she was enjoying this it was slowing down and becoming a little tired. She set the tea pot down and took up the cup again.

[Harrison Greg]

“T-shirts never last long in this place though do they? I mean if it is not custard or dragon blood it is some green gunk that not even Mrs Periwinkles miracle potion can get out.”

A hint of frustration was creeping out into Harrison’s voice as he broke out into his small rant, he had lost too many of his favourite tops by the random substances of the magical world being spilt down it. So when looking at the big picture having custard thrown down your shirt was nothing in comparison. With a small laugh at how stupid he was being he reached out for this butter beer and drained the bottle finding it hard not to wish it was something a little stronger, the stuff might be strong enough to get a house elf drunk put for Harrison it barely quenched his thirst.

Amara seemed to be enjoying her tea and was more then thankful when she broke the silence that had fallen between them by asking what year he was in. When she said fifth he could not help but laugh and shock his head watching the left over bits of custard fly off in all directions.

“Nope.” He said rather gleefully. “I am not fifth year anymore. You have to be around the fourth or fifth though” His eyes grew narrow as he looked her up and down trying to calculate it. “You have that air about you, you have been around the castle long enough to think you own it but then you still have that innocence.”

He ran his hand over his beard still pondering the matter as Amara poured herself yet another cup of tea. What was it with people in this school and drinking tea! Everyone seemed to do it, he knew it was a British school but that took the stereotypical stage a bit too far, admittedly he liked the odd cup but he preferred coffee, he had a greater kick to it and did not taste like pond water.

[Amara Conway]

From the boy's tone he was a little disgruntled about having lost many shirts. Of course it was Amara's keen deductive instincts that told her he had lost many a shirt, well, almost. She did enjoy hearing the rasp of exasperation in his voice, it gave a satisfying squeak to his voice that made him almost sound like a girl. Though she would never tell him that, he was far too proud to take that well and as much as Amara didn't particularly like Harrison she didn't want to get on his bad side.

He laughed and from his response it was clear to her that he was in his sixth year. The indignation in the laugh was an obvious give away but she wouldn't want to give him that stastifaction. "Oh," she said in surprise, her eyebrows rising with a mixture of discomfort and pity, "I didn't know the school demoted people to lower years." She knew that that didn't happen but it was fun to suggest it just to see his reaction. Her brother always said that she should have been in Slytherin with her sadistic streak.

"I am a fifth year," she said proudly. His comment on her still being innocent, though possibly true, was laughable and she had to laugh. Chuckling away, Amara swirled her tea around her cup. "And you've got everyone pegged, don't you?" Her dark eyes were fixed upon Harrison with a fiery determination that came from not wanting to let this boy leave thinking he had gotten the better of her.