Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 19, 2010 15:10:30 GMT -5
"Well then I guess it's good that students such as yourself don't get to pick who is Head Girl or Boy. Don't get on my bad side miss, I have lived though a Nephilim attack at the height of the Shadow War!" said Ashelle scathingly back to the other rude Slytherin girl. Despite her words, Ashelle knew the sentiment behind what the girl said was right.
Perhaps she still felt angry that the misrepresenting rainbow brat was getting off scot free. However, she also realized she'd over done it with the point action. Luckily it hadn't worked as Professor Sparky had said. Still, she should at least make it up to her teacher and explain, not that he was about to listen to her.
"I am sorry, Professor for trying to take points in your class, I know you are perfectly capable of doing so yourself if you'd known that . . ." Ashelle suddenly realized she had no idea what the girls name was, " . . . that student had thrown salt down my uniform and said the Muggle F-swear to me twice. I am sorry if you think I've overreacted, sir." Once she was sure Sparky had -at the least- heard her, she turned back to Ryo who was already at work.
" Um," she said trying to be polite, "If you can crack the eggs I'll be happy to whisk them and soak the bread, if you'd like." Ashelle was good at using a whisk or spoon to mix things, but cracking eggs was beyond her. The one time she'd tried she'd gone though six eggs and still hasn't gotten it right. Aunt Ashlee had said it was fine, but Aunt Vicki had cracked up laughing. Ashelle did not want to relive that fiasco, especially in front of kids who weren't happy with her.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 20, 2010 1:06:23 GMT -5
The pale, veiny girl radiated sleepy cheerfulness as the Russian Blue kitty accepted her compliment. What a nice person, suavely accepting compliments left and right! It was always so disappointing when people didn't properly appreciate her compliments. "Naps in sunny rectangles on the ground are the best, you should try it," Lorraine said, her tone contentedly passive. "I can help you find some, too, I'm really good at it now."
Ohh so her name was Micha? That reminded her of cats, of kitties. What a good name for her, the Archangel Blue kitty, this would make it so easy to remember who she was! "I'm Lorraaine, Lorraine Cunningham, and I'm in Hufflepuff, and this is my fourth time as a first year I think." She then directed a content, droopy smile to the boy who joined her and Miss Kitty Blue at their station. "Ohhh. Hello. You can cook? What's your name?" Dreary blue eyes widened, and her mouth salivated at the thought. A—a cook! Someone that could produce deliciously yummy things out of a bunch of mildly delicious things! Someone—amazing!
She wanted to be best friends with someone like that.
"I wish I could cook too," the Hufflepuff shared dreamily, vacuously focusing her gaze on the dramatic throwing-up-salt-chucking-name-calling scene unfolding in front of her. "Throwing up is bad, though. I bet it's because he ate something not very delicious. Doing that too much makes your teeth dissolve in the acid, did you know that?" she cheerily directed at the pale-faced slug cat-eared boy (what a combo!). Well, his teeth dissolving in acid was probably going to be the least of his worries of he was a slug and got salt all over him. Salted slugs were shriveled, unhappy slugs, and Lorraine wanted everyone in the world to be as happy as possible~
The Hufflepuff listened attentively to Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm's incredibly well-delivered introduction of pancakes from France, nodding faintly in excited agreement in the extraordinarily long, awkward silence accented only by the squeaking of a marker on the whiteboard as Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm wrote out the entire recipe they would be following that day. Wow, was that far away! It was a little hard to read the numbers and what stuff they were actually going to be using, but that was fine, right? It would be okay in the end! The Master Chef with her today would be able to make everything better, no matter what. He probably had the recipe memorized, anyway, that wonderful boy. Lorraine turned slowly to her other group members, expression groggily eager. "Can I put the bread in the stuff before it goes into the cooking pan? Can I?" The bread would be swimming! Swimming! She always wanted to learn how to swim, and the joy of it must be spread to everyone and everything. Lorraine was quite sure bread slices wanted to swim around a little, too, before their transfer to the tummies of things, and she was just the person to share that joy, nevermind that her pale, shaky little fingers would probably thoroughly drown the bread pieces instead of just letting them swim.
Lorraine soundlessly clapped in wonder as Miss Kitty Blue magically—ha ha, magically!—produced three aprons. Ohh, Mama often used those, too, except hers was pink and blue plaid, not white, so it must be something useful for cooking! The girl stared intently at Miss Kitty Blue's actions, then fumbled piteously with her own ties for a minute, settling for a messy, sagging loop. Hey, it worked, right? Ties weren't flapping everywhere? Apron wasn't, either? Check, check. It was all good then!
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 20, 2010 17:01:13 GMT -5
It took Gabriel a bit to figure out how to tie the apron from the wrong way, but he once he got it done, he could fix his attention on more important things. Micha even promised to play along, and the Hufflepuff girl, well - she was a Puff. She didn't seem to know up from down, never mind the boy who joined them now wasn't the same as the one he'd been five minutes ago.
He ignored the rest of the class - they were irritating, distractions he didn't need. Doing well on the assignment and hiding from Cobalt were all that mattered for the moment. The girl, her fourth time as a first year? How did one even ... Gabriel decided not to think about it, for now, he needed a name. "Just Gabe is fine."
Lorraine was amusing, to say the least, but otherwise she held little interest for him, so he shifted his attention to the recipe scribbled across the board. French toast. Simple, even though the concept seemed to bother more than one. Had he ever made it before? Gabriel couldn't recall, but Meg had made it in the kitchen a few times. With the basic concept of cooking down, Gabriel wasn't terribly worried.
God, that Slytherin girl had a mouth on her. He wished she would shut up, she gave him a head ache. Even if she did make the red-haired girl mad. It seemed really silly to get upset over something as salt, but maybe she was allergic to it. Gabriel shrugged it off and reluctantly trudged off to get the eggs. It took a good deal of shuffling and keeping his head down to keep Sparky from seeing him. It was even more difficult to result looking up at the professor, tossing him a grin. Oh well, later perhaps. When he returned, he quirked a brow at the Hufflepuff girl.
He didn't trust her with actually cracking the eggs, but it wouldn't hurt for her to just put the bread in. In a few moments he had the eggs cracked into a bowl, but it'd made a bit of a mess. The shells plopped into the trashcan, and Gabriel frowned, looking down at his hands. Ugh.
"Yeah, you can. Just ... put it in the egg for a little bit, flip it over with a fork so it gets covered." Gabriel nodded in the general direction of one of the utensils on the counter. "I'm going to wash my hands off ... Micha, do you mind mixing up the rest of it?"
That was passive, considering it was Gabriel. He doubted she would take well to be being bossed around, so he would at least try. After all, Micha getting mad would just complicate things. God. This classroom was like a bunch of egg shells, you had to tread so damn carefully, or you -
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Nov 20, 2010 22:52:12 GMT -5
His head was pounding. The sickening feeling in his stomach was gone though. He had to scrunch his face in thought just to push past the pressure on his brain. Cracking eggs? His mother and his mother's father had done almost all of the cooking. Of course he had watched them from time to time.
"Ok, I can do that and I'll let you do the whisking," he said as cheerfully as he could.
Ryo glanced over at one of the tables and caught a bit of the crazed 'puff's rambling. She was near that creepy Ravenclaw. He shivered. Something wasn't right with that kid. Refocusing on his toast project, he carefully cracked three eggs. The last had been a bit stubborn and piece of shell flew into the yolk. Ick. His hand was sticky. He washed it off in the sink before looking at Ashelle expectantly.
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 22, 2010 0:06:49 GMT -5
Layne couldn't believe her good luck. She'd been on the verge of calling this Ashelle bitch a blast-ended skank. Who the fuck did she was, anyway? Salem never had 'Head Girls', although Layne might be able to imagine how anyone as throughly fucking retarded as Ashelle got that title. Even if the teacher had yelled at her (well, as close as Lane imagined he'd ever get to yelling, the pussy), Layne felt the need to lay on her own retribution.
Layne went back to her desk, under the pretext of copying her housemate and conjuring herself an apron, but took the opportunity to get out a sheet of parchment and a pencil and make a very crude picture of a stick girl with curly hair and wildly exaggerated tits (which she labeled 'Ashelle Bitchface') sucking a giant disembodied cock. On a second sheet, she quickly copied down the recipe.
Then, on her way back, as she casually walked past Ashelle's desk, she dropped the drawing face up on top of the desk. Then, she slipped back to her station with her recipe and apron, and assembled the needed ingredients. If no one wanted to work with her, that was just fine with Layne. She didn't need these stupid fucking bastards messing her shit up.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Nov 24, 2010 0:08:07 GMT -5
Cooking? Perfect. Felix loved cooking. He could roast a turkey with a flick of his wand without a second thought. He could fry bacon on a block of ice with a little magic. He could smoke a ham using a bar of soap and a toothbrush if he had the right charm. This was going to be a breeze. A delicious breeze that is.
Miss Larkin make some crude remark about the ‘microwave’ being called a ‘microphone’. (Felix had actually made a microwave out of a microphone before, but that was a different story.) Gabriel had a more ‘appropriate’ answer, mentioning the fundamental idea of ‘heat’. Sparky awarded them both points, which was lame, and then informed them that they were going to be cooking with muggle tools. AKA no magic.
Crap.
It’s okay. Felix could do that. He learned how to cook a buttload of things without magic before from various muggle tutors he had when he was younger. This wouldn’t be too bad.
Most of the students split up into their appropriate groups, pairing up at their different muggle ‘kitchens’. At the moment, Felix waited to see who was left. He might as well help and partner with the student that no one else wanted to partner with.
Then Master Kanagawa started puking. Ashlee said something about salt. Miss Larkin made some more crude comments about Ashlee, dumped salt down her back. Ashlee tried to take points away from Slytherin, yet found that the magical point counting fairy wasn’t allowed in here, and then Miss Larkin called Sparky ‘Chuckles’.
They were making French toast. Nom.
French toast is a breakfast food served in North America and some countries in Europe. In the United Kingdom it is occasionally called eggy bread. It is a Christmas time dessert in Portugal and Brazil and an Easter dessert in Spain. Typical French toast is made with bread and eggs. Milk, sugar, or cinnamon is commonly added. According to what is popular in local cuisine, many of the spices that are added to bread or egg dishes are included in cooking. This versatile dish is often topped with sugar, butter, fruit, syrup, or other items. Memorized word-for-word from the muggle invention called ‘wikipedia’.
Sparky wrote out the ingredients, by hand, on the board.
This would be pretty darn easy.
"Try to uh... have fun, or something?" Gosh. Sparky seriously had no confidence.
Miss Volkov said something about how Ashlee was a bad Head Girl, which Felix secretly agreed with, and then Ashlee attempted to respond with her qualifications which included surviving a ‘Nephilim attack at the height of the Shadow War.’ Ironically, Felix wasn’t even around for the Shadow War and he was even more qualified to be the Head Boy.
Unfortunately for Felix, it looked like his only option for a cooking partner was the very Slytherin girl who had managed to cause so many problems already and was under the false pretense that ‘fuck’ had be to be inserted after every other word that left her mouth. She obviously didn’t have a clue about muggle cooking, yet he felt obligated to try and help her and/or stop her from blowing the classroom up. Signing, Felix grabbed an apron and walked over to her bright orange kitchenette.
“Listen, Layne, I just want to get this over with as much as you do. I’ve made French toast tons of times before. It’s not that hard as long as neither one of us screws up anything, okay? Can you pour the milk into the ‘large measuring cup’?”
Felix started measuring out the sugar, salt and vanilla, ignoring whatever new curses were exiting her mouth. His only motivation was being able to eat the breakfast after they were done.
goddamn gigantic-ass image resized by orca. you're welcome.
Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 24, 2010 0:40:00 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Ashelle, as previously stated, after making her passing comment Micha had turned back to her group, where Lorraine was going off about naps.
"If you would like," the girl responded, blinking a bit because the blonde was still talking. Fourth time as a first year? She must have gotten the numbers mixed, because Micha did not think that was possible. The Hufflepuff bit explained a lot, though. So far, every Hufflepuff the girl had met had been... mysterious, to say the least.
"I will take care of it," was her response to Gabriel's request, and she immediately got to work, pulling the 'Large Measuring Cup' over to herself. She added the cup of milk, then the accurate amounts of sugar, salt, and vanilla, and then took Gabriel's bowl of cracked eggs and dumped it into the mix. What next? Right. She needed to 'beat' the mix. She found the whisk, and mixed the mess up until it was no longer so lumpy, but rather smooth and of a more appealing color than the previous splatter of yellow and white.
She followed the next few instructions in the same methodical manner, not even looking up until the butter was melting in the frying pan, which was on top of the stove and heated as instructed. She placed the bread next to the flat glass pan, which was now full of their mixture and gestured to Lorraine.
"Go ahead. You can put the bread in the... stuff now, if you'd like."
It was simple, surely not even this airhead could mess it up.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 25, 2010 19:31:42 GMT -5
ooc: OUR STATION IS NOW BLUE 8)
Lorraine cheerily watched as the Master Chef and Miss Kitty Blue expertly went about their cooking tasks, plainly excited even through her ever-present lethargy to be the one performing the all-important role of Placing the Bread in the Stuff. She eagerly plucked a blue-handled fork from the ones laid out on the counter at the Master Chef's suggestion, admiring the way the shiny metal reflected the very pretty lighting in the room. "Okay, here I gooo," she sleepily informed her Awesome Cooking Teammates, stepping ponderously towards the pan, absently dragging the bread slices across the counter toward their doom swimming lesson.
The Hufflepuff speared nine slices at once--three slices of French Pancakes each to start!--with her friendly blue fork, holding the utensil much like one would hold a pitchfork when going to slay a beast in a castle full of enchanted things, making a small sound of dismay when the bread slices began to slide down the handle towards where her pale, bony fingers were curled. Lorraine alarmedly shuffled to the glass pan of nice, creamy batter (?) before upending her load into the mixture. She watched the few bottom layers sponge up a large majority of the swimming pool, looked slowly at the fork still in her grasp, turned her gaze back to the nine bread slice pileup, then wonderingly began attempting to squish the bread tower down into its moat. It wasn't fair that only some exclusive bread slices got to enjoy their swimming lesson while the others were left high and dry after already paying their swimming lesson fee (with their lives), was it? No, no, not at all! So Lorraine temporarily suspended her bread mooshing in favor of poking her fork into the submerged bottom crusts, looking to pull out the foundation mean bread slices hogging all the fun.
"Hey, hey, not sharing isn't nice, you know," she sleepily scolded the bottom slices, fingers tepidly wrapped around the top of the nice blue fork.
Well, it seemed wet bread could only hold together its connected bready form for so long.
Lorraine pleasantly plopped some bread pulp into the center of the gently sizzling frying pan and turned serenely back to scraping out the bottom layers of the dilapidated bread tower. Now, this was more like pancakes, huh!
Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 26, 2010 14:34:36 GMT -5
Micha he had trusted to be able to mix it up, and she seemed to have done fine. Gabriel wasn't terribly worried about the whole thing. After all, Cobalt had put out painstakingly specific ingredients and instructions. Surely it wouldn't be that difficult.
Apparently, however, the Hufflepuff girl had needed much more specific instructions. Gabriel had tried not to laugh when he returned to find the mess she had made of the swimming bread, less of a swimming lesson and more of a pile up.
He didn't want to call Cobalt over, so either they'd just deal with the mess, or Gabriel would find a way to fix it ... hell. How did one even .... Surely she knew she hadn't done that correctly. As patiently as he could manage, he took the fork from Lorraine, still trying not to let himself laugh.
"I might as well be some help, right?" he said, grinning at Lorraine. She really didn't know what she was doing. Or even where she was, or who .... she didn't know anything was the point. Gabriel glanced over at Micha to see how unamused she likely was, listening to the bread hiss on the pan. Although Lorraine had torn apart a good bit of their bread, there were still some intact pieces - even if they weren't thoroughly soaked in the mix. Carefully, Gabriel made to flatten the pult into a vaguely bread-shaped piece on the pan. After a bit the edges were browning, and just as carefully, he flipped the bread over to cook the other side.
He must have been insane.
"If you're careful," he said seriously, holding out a spatula to her, "You can take the bread and put it on the plate, once it gets browned."
It amused Gabriel - the grade wasn't too big of a deal for him. Gabriel didn't really expect to finish school, he fully expected to get ... killed or put in jail. Oh well.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Nov 27, 2010 20:56:57 GMT -5
Having seen the eggshell splash it's way into one of the yolks, Ashelle sighed and washed her hands thoroughly, intending to pull it out and then whisk the ingredients together.
She shook her hands to get rid of the excess droplets of water, then carefully using only two fingers, fished the piece of egg shell out of the yoke.
"Ick,"she remarked, referring to the texture of the uncooked eggs, as she threw the eggshell piece away in the trash. Now that the eggs were free of derbies, she rinsed her hands off, dried them, then took up the whisk. Just as she was turning back towards the bowl on their table. She noticed that Slytherin wench put something on her desk.
Oh Goddess, she thought, if she thinks I'm going to fall for a written curse, she's a total idiot! The O'Conner's wrote the book on those things. I know better than to read random pages that are put on my desk by people who seem to hate me!
Ignoring the paper for now Ashelle whisked the eggs into a light yellow froth. "Okay, what do we put in next?" she asked Ryo. "Do you want to measure and put in the ingredients while I whisk? If not, I don't mind trading places."
Post by Layne F. Larkin on Nov 28, 2010 13:24:42 GMT -5
Layne wished that she had a wand so she could hex the douchebaggery from this dumbfuck of a Gryffie. How dare he disdain her? However, because she couldn't, she had to resort to reacting like a fucking muggle. She slapped Felix across the face, hard. Then she knocked all the cooking ingredients on the floor with one sweep of her arm. She disn't fucking care that she now had egg on her shoe.
"No, you listen to me, you insignificant little shithead," she began, "I thought the gaddamned Birds had cornered the market on asshattery, but shit son, did you prove me wrong. Call me a bitch if that makes you feel better about your shitty life, but don't you dare talk to me like I'm some kind of goddamned retard. I would rather kill myself than work with a pretentious asshole like you!"
Then she stormed off, Pausing only to say, "Great class, Chuckles. Sorry the douchebag ruined it." before she grabbed her things and stormed off. Let those fucking morons talk about her if they wanted, she didn't give a shit.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 16:07:09 GMT -5
Sparky watched his class as they did their crazy little interactions. Man, Ashelle's voice was starting to grate on his nerves.
---Confession Cam---
"It's just, she got the salt out, you know? She's just... She's just whining so she'll get Layne Larkin in trouble!" Sparky said, clutching his golden fabric ikea armchair. He looks a little disheveled, hair tossed and his robe not properly adjusted. "She's so... She's so self centered! Why can't she just cook some goddamn french toast? Is it THAT HARD?!"
---Classroom Cam---
Sparky sighed, glad that someone was talking down to her. Sure, he was a teacher, but even teachers know when students are being bratty.
---Confession Cam---
"Thank goodness someone's trying to talk sense at her, condescending as it was. I mean, she really just doesn't know her place, you know? She's head girl but she's... she's such a snob! This is why I don't like rich people."
---Classroom Cam---
Suddenly, Ashelle was talking back! Sparky sighed. It seemed his class was always doomed to this sort of banter. It wasn't even productive.
---Confession Cam---
"Nephilim attack? Hah! You know what? I've lived through MUCH, MUCH worse than Ashelle has. Nephilim attack my ass, I got RAPED by a Nephilim!" Sparky pauses, eyes wide, mouth open. "Did I... Did I just... just say that... I can't believe I... In front of all these people..." He placed his face in his palms, and you can see him sob once or twice.
---Classroom Cam---
Finally, it seemed like things were going to get done. Everyone was working on their stuff, he'd gotten away with not saying anything to Ashelle, hell, everyone was working fine! What a good day. He loved when things worked themselves out. And suddenly.
---Confession Cam---
"Oh. My. God." Sparky, looking through cracks in his fingers at the camera, looks vaguely panicked. "Did she just... Did she just slap him! That's what I was thinking. I was so shocked. I didn't know what to do! I just stood there while she walked out of class. What am I supposed to do? I stuck up for her! Yeah, way to thank me, lady. Anyway, after that, I had to do something to reign class in."
---Classroom Cam---
Sparky, after a few moments of stunned silence, got to 'teacherly' business. He clapped his hands together to break the silence. "Okay, um, everyone. Nothing to see, get back to work please! Aren't you guys, uh... Hungry?"
After everyone's attention had been mostly diverted back to their cooking--he hoped--he walked over to Felix.
"Hey, Felix, um... Are you okay?" He asked, voice low. "You still want to make the, uh... The french toast?" He wasn't sure what Layne Larkin and Felix's connection was--maybe they were dating!--but whatever it was, a slap to the face wasn't a healthy fix. "You can, um... You know.. Run after her and save her, or whatever you do, in um... In these situations. I would hate to see a... A happy couple b-broken up, you know. So I won't take points."
---Confession Cam---
"What? What was I supposed to do? Just let him stand there with a red face and a break up? No way, man. Teagan did that to me too many times. I wasn't gonna let it happen to Felix! He's a good kid."
Post by Bogan Sammael on Nov 28, 2010 16:25:42 GMT -5
It was then that the motherfucking demon look-a-like Bogan Sammael entered the room with a grin big enough to wear on his torso. His teeth were shined to perfection, as well as his claws. Bogan was also looking rather spiffy in his new suit. Black coat, fiery red tie, his Fantastic cotton pants that had room wear it mattered. He was ready for action. Seeing the teacher of the class in distress, Bogan gave him a a peck on the cheek and dropped a letter into the teachers pocket. Without a single word Bogan Sammael strolled on outta that class.
The letter read: Dear Muggle Studies Professor, This is an anonymous demon kiss-o-gram. Have a nice day! -Demon Mail Delivery[/color]
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Nov 28, 2010 16:51:11 GMT -5
Sparky stared, completely speechless. He took the letter out of the pocket as Bogan Sammael walked out of his class. It wasn't even addressed to his name! It was simply 'Muggle Studies' professor. Anonymous demon kiss-a-gram? Man, kids sure came up with crazy things these days. At least it was a handsome demon.
---Confession Cam---
"I was like, wait, what?" Sparky says, looking straight at the camera with wide eyes. I'm just standing there, trying to teach class, save a relationship, when a friggin demon comes out of nowhere and totally kisses me on the cheek. It was crazy!" Sparky nodded for emphasis, then made a thoughtful post and face.
"But who would send me a demon kiss-a-gram? Man..."
---Classroom Cam---
Sparky shook his head, putting the letter away, small smile on his face. "Well, u-uh... Back to work! Did... Did I already say that? I, um.."
He cleared his throat, and shooed any curious onlookers back to their stations.
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