Post by taltos on Aug 31, 2008 1:30:35 GMT -5
Vlad sat down for breakfast at Firefox. It was a Saturday, and he wanted to explore the castle and maybe Drakborough. This meant that he was up early. Vlad hated getting up early. He found his way to the Feasting Hall relatively easily. He followed the smell of coffee. Reaching the first table he came to, Vlad reached for the coffee pot. His father had a special filter he used when making coffee to make it less bitter, but at the moment, the boy just needed the caffeine. He added sugar and cream. He took a sip, and immediately felt considerably less homicidal. Another sip allowed him to actually see and be aware of his surroundings.
He settled down to eat.
There was bacon, eggs (prepared in a variety of ways), pancakes, waffles, pastries, sausage, oatmeal and cereal. Vlad was amazed. The kitchen staff must be working overtime. He grabbed one of the cereal boxes. "Cocoa Puffs?" he wondered under his breath and he poured some into the bowl that had appeared before him. His mother had been a half-blood, his father was a squib, and since Mom had died, almost ten years ago, Vlad hadn't seen much magic in his daily life. Well, okay, Verra had had quite a bit of it in her flat, but he'd only been there a day, which probably suited her as well as him.
He poured some milk on his cereal and took a bite. Immediately, his face distorted in shock and a little disgust. After the bitterness of the coffee, the sugary cereal was too sweet. "Pffft!" Vlad spat, as the saccharine sensation hit his tounge hard. He cursed in Hungarian. He didn't speak much of his father's old language, but he did know a few things. It was helpful at his last school, because the teachers couldn't tell when he cursed. After a while, it had become vogue for the students to swear in any foreign language, and Vlad had taken pleasure in picking up some of the words. Of course, he never cursed in front of Anya. Or actually any girls, if he could help it. He had something of a chivalrous attitude.
He settled down to eat.
There was bacon, eggs (prepared in a variety of ways), pancakes, waffles, pastries, sausage, oatmeal and cereal. Vlad was amazed. The kitchen staff must be working overtime. He grabbed one of the cereal boxes. "Cocoa Puffs?" he wondered under his breath and he poured some into the bowl that had appeared before him. His mother had been a half-blood, his father was a squib, and since Mom had died, almost ten years ago, Vlad hadn't seen much magic in his daily life. Well, okay, Verra had had quite a bit of it in her flat, but he'd only been there a day, which probably suited her as well as him.
He poured some milk on his cereal and took a bite. Immediately, his face distorted in shock and a little disgust. After the bitterness of the coffee, the sugary cereal was too sweet. "Pffft!" Vlad spat, as the saccharine sensation hit his tounge hard. He cursed in Hungarian. He didn't speak much of his father's old language, but he did know a few things. It was helpful at his last school, because the teachers couldn't tell when he cursed. After a while, it had become vogue for the students to swear in any foreign language, and Vlad had taken pleasure in picking up some of the words. Of course, he never cursed in front of Anya. Or actually any girls, if he could help it. He had something of a chivalrous attitude.