[Kitchens] Shrieking Biscuits

[Eliot Moss]

Because many of his peers had begun to notice his strange tendency to charm his food into doing odd things, Eliot had taken to visiting the Kitchens just before curfew in order to play out his musings in private.

He was running a bit late and so was sure he'd have to sneak back to his Common Room after finishing up. In front of him, his highly stacked plate of biscuits chatted amiably to one another - a bizarre, but compelling, spell that Eliot always felt uncomfortable using as his food usually shrieked in terror when he was about to take a bite.

Wincing as the terrified shouts died in his mouth, Eliot noticed someone staring at him, stunned, and offered the best explanation he could. "Simple charm to make them talk. Sometimes they're really intelligent... other times..." he gestured to the half eaten biscuit on his plate in explanation.

[Willa Abbott]

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Actually, Willa wasn't stunned so to speak, moreso thankful that he was here to do a bit of charmwork instead of scold her for stealing bologne from the fridge. "Owh!" Translation: Oh! She murmured, her voice muffled from the slices of meat stuffed in her mouth, and a couple of baby tomatoes fell from her drooling lips and clattered on to the floor. The biscuits that remained seemed to stare at the fallen waste of fruit and tsked with disdain to themselves, and she rolled her eyes. "I was hungry, and Noah's food stash was running a bit low on things that aren't expired, so I figured.." She began her explanation then stopped with a shrug, he wasn't about to demean her for it, he was here nearly till the end of curfew anyhow. Drawing closer to the pile of enchanted cookies the Gryffindor tilted her head to the side, curiousity in her eyes. "Does the spell give them mouths and voiceboxes, or just voiced thoughts?" She wondered aloud after swallowing the food in her mouth--with a forlorn glance to the fallen prey on the floor--looking at the Ravenclaw while waiting for an answer.

Kicking her leg back and aiming to shut the fridge Willa promptly missed her target and slammed her foot into a soft watermelon. Her eyes bulged with shock for a second, and she lifted the watermelon, eyeing the foot that was lodged in it. "Oh my." She tutted with a laugh, prying her foot out and wrinkling her nose at the juices that further soaked her shoe and sock. Tossing the watermelon back without much regard for what it might hit the Gryffindor suddenly remembered it was a watermelon and not a slice of bologne. "Oh crap." She cursed, whirling around to inspect the damage, but a house elf had it hovering before it hit the ground. "Thank you, I'm sorry.." She apologised quickly, and once Herbie Finklestein the house elf shook his head and disappeared into another room she turned back to the boy with a laugh. "I'm Euphragm Bigglesnout, and you are?" She offered her hand to him.[/size][/color][/ul]

[Eliot Moss]

Eliot laughed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, silently thankful that he hadn't decided to charm the watermelon like he was initially going to. The screams that thing would have made them endure had the Ravenclaw wincing from just the thought.

"Voiced thoughts," he stared at her outstretched hand and smiled, reaching over to shake it. "I tried to give them mouths once, but they had the absurd idea to try and eat me before I could them. It ended quite messy... badly..." He trailed off with a bemused expression, forgetting his hand was still linked with hers.

Letting it go apologetically, Eliot pushed his plate aside so the biscuits' discussion wouldn't interfere with theirs. "In fact, the nurse had to regrow my nose. Apparently cookies have mean incisors, you know." He grinned at her and leaned back in his seat, hoping to grow more comfortable on the rigid chairs.

"Oh, and you're right not to disclose your real name. These things --" He gestured with a thumb over to the assortment of food he'd charmed that night. "--Will hunt you down and drive you mad if you do. But since I'm stuck with them anyway; I'm Eliot." His grin dissolved into a friendly smile as he regarded the Gryffindor thoughtfully.

[Willa Abbott]

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At that the Gryffindor smiled cheekily. "Shouldn't their teeth be made of chocolate chips and not actual molars? I'd try and eat one of the ones with mouths if I didn't think they'd chew on my tonsils." And promptly make her throw them back up. They must have some severe wills to survive, those pastries over yonder. And damn, he was good. Though she supposed it was probably one of the more utterly ridiculous name concoctions she had created, so it was no wonder he guessed it wasn't her real name. Laughing a little she eyed one of the smaller biscuits that was trying to wiggle its way off the tray with help from the rest of its biscuit herd, and she just watched it for a moment, bemused. Linking her fingers together she smiled. "I'm Willa," She paused, pointing with one of her linked fingers to the runaway. "and you've got a live one."[/size][/color][/ul]

[Eliot Moss]

"Chocolate chips?" Eliot laughed slightly, raising both brows at the runaway cookie. "Nope, these guys are quite deadly... not at all sweet despite all their sugar."

After tumbling onto the floor in a wave of crumbs, the cookie shuffled left and right in an attempt to escape. Just before reaching the edge of the tablecloth, one of the owls delivering a letter to another late straggler promptly shoved it inside its beak.

"It was a good effort," Eliot nodded, ignoring the other student's slightly horrified look. Turning back to Willa, he grinned. "They never get far... someone always gets hungry."

Smartly, the other biscuits stayed stationary on their plate, though one rather bold one shrieked a few select profanities at the disappearing bird.

[Polaris Stormwrath]

(( Hope you don't mind me joining.))

It was late. Incredibly late. And Polaris just couldn't sleep. With groggy eyes set forward as she walked down the corridors like a zombie, the Ravenclaw only had one place in mind: the kitchens. That was usually where all the action was. Not. She prefered the company of the house elves, even though they usually felt uncomfortable around her for one reason or another. Never did she find that out.. she was always kind to them.. but house elves will be house elves.

Ambling into the kitchens and brushing past who ever, Polaris totally ignored the contact and made her way to the refridgerator. Half-lidded eyes scanned through the contents of the chilled box and found nothing worth eating. She then turned her attention to the island counter that people usually left food out on for hungry students. Tonights treats were.. chocolate chip cookies and biscuits. Excellent.

Now shuffling her way to the cookies and biscuits, Polaris was a bit more aware of her surroundings, but didn't seem to care much. There were two tall figures in the room, that's all she really needed to know. With a heavy hand slapped up on the counter, she kept patting around, waiting for something to come in contact with either her fingers or palm. And.. there it was.

Grasping onto her next prey, the Ravenclaw noticed it was some sort of sweet. A chocolate cookie, at that! Polaris was beginning to drool ever slightly from the delectable aroma that was given off from the cookie and lifted it to take a bite. But before it could ever reach her mouth, the cookie decided to bite her finger and wail as loud as it could.

This quite startled poor Polaris and caused her to drop the cookie back onto the counter before balling her fist up and smashing the bloody thing. Crumbs went flying as the dying sounds of a shrill cry came from the obliterated cookie, which died out in a matter of seconds.

With a satisfied smile, Polaris picked up the individual pieces and crumbs of the cookie, deciding not to waste it. "Delicious..."

[Willa Abbott]

[/I] to bargain with. Returning with a pickle and an eggplant she squatted infront of the table with the plates, holding them up. "If you guys want your friends back you'll pipe down." She murmured darkly to them, her voice conspiratorial. Some of the treats of sorts appeared to think this over, while others flipped her the bird and started spitting. "You know what?!" She grumbled, dropping the vegetables on the table and heading for the baking utensils. Getting one of those roller things you use to roll dough flat the Gryffindor hovered it precariously over them, threatening to squish them all if they didn't be nice.

She didn't have time to drop it however as a girl she vaguely knew as Polaris stumbled in, zombie walk, look, and all, and went for the cookies despite Willa's inward swearing that the Claw had her eyes closed. Hm, skilled. Very skilled. She dropped it somewhat startled however when it started shrieking at her, and she successfully pounded it into crumbs to pop, satisfied, into her mouth. "Very nice. Vicious, but nice." Willa laughed, kicking some of the littler crumb/dust things under the counter.[/ul][/color][/size]

[Caitlin MacGrimm]

' I think it's horrid. '

There came Caitlin's morbid drone as she floated to the gathering students in the Kitchen. Cait hadn't been to the kitchen in a long time and thought it was about time to see who was being naughty and evading bed time. It was quite surprising that the students weren't having a party, with the loud music they liked to play out of their portable radios and such. But no. It was only three students tonight. How disappointing.

Caitlin hovered at the end of one of the house tables, no longer distinguishing which was which, and she simply looked at the happy, smiling students, eating their food with carefree abandon. It upset her to see how much for granted they took this simple action. She didn't want to talk about that. Eating was something she didn't miss - or at least this is what she told people.

' What are you lot doing down here? ' she asked drawly. Cait was in one of her moods. She had been for a few days now. She hadn't ventured out of a broom cupboard since Peeves had pulled her the length of the castle by her hair. She hoped no one knew about that but knowing Hogwarts the way the ghost did she knew that it was more likely that everyone would know and be singing the little tune Peeves had pulled out of the air about it.

' Isn't it bed time? '