Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 30, 2010 19:10:34 GMT -5
Last time, in Muggle Studies, Lorraine had had such a wonderful time making French pancakes that she simply couldn't get the idea of making delicious things out of her mind. Not to mention, she wanted to make lots of yummy things for all her favorite people, like Orcaa and the Lovely Ms. Divinations Professor Lady and her House prefect and Eighty-eight and Gecko Gwynie and Miss Kitty Blue and everyone else she couldn't remember!
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Oh, right, there was also Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm, whose classroom she was generously borrowing! What a nice guy!
Not once did it occur to her that Mr. Miniwaves' favorite professor might have reverted his classroom into one more appropriate for learning (haha, learning) than one used to convert relatively tasty things into one big very tasty thing, but luckily for her, everything was the same as the way she'd left class! Even all the fun colored stations were there, the orange and blue and pink and green stations and similarly colored utensils! Well, they were probably all there, in cupboards or drawers or some other silly place like that, but none of that was important!
Lorraine, bless her heart, was going to make cookies.
Cookies! Cookies for everyone! She had even taken the trouble of loading her favorite (only) red plastic sled sent by Papa with a plethora of different colored sugar sacks, one of which she had even drawn a face on with a permanent marker. Some people did that, right? They were, uh, sugar babies or something! She hadn't brought anything else, though, because everyone knew cookies were made only from sugar. They must be, because Mama had forbidden her to eat them because she said they were made from pure sugar, and Mama was always right.
Lorraine proceeded to the closest station, the orange one previously occupied by that girl with the pretty hair (well, she had pretty rainbow hair before she went to this side of the classroom), shuffling out several large sheets of metal like she'd always seen Mama use, and--oh dear! She'd forgotten to put on an apron! The straw-haired girl looked around the dark room, searching for a convenient pile of aprons for her to utilize, or perhaps Miss Kitty Blue to materialize and provide one for her, but alas, thekitchen classroom was bare. Mildly dejected, but still delightedly content, Lorraine continued with baking, scrabbling open a sugar sack at random and spooning little piles of sugar onto the cookie sheets, turning a few dials like Mama did, and weakly sliding the metal into the heated (?) oven.
Already the smell of delicious sweet things was already wafting in the air, and Lorraine happily dragged her heavy sled to the pink station to begin the process again.
........
Oh, right, there was also Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm, whose classroom she was generously borrowing! What a nice guy!
Not once did it occur to her that Mr. Miniwaves' favorite professor might have reverted his classroom into one more appropriate for learning (haha, learning) than one used to convert relatively tasty things into one big very tasty thing, but luckily for her, everything was the same as the way she'd left class! Even all the fun colored stations were there, the orange and blue and pink and green stations and similarly colored utensils! Well, they were probably all there, in cupboards or drawers or some other silly place like that, but none of that was important!
Lorraine, bless her heart, was going to make cookies.
Cookies! Cookies for everyone! She had even taken the trouble of loading her favorite (only) red plastic sled sent by Papa with a plethora of different colored sugar sacks, one of which she had even drawn a face on with a permanent marker. Some people did that, right? They were, uh, sugar babies or something! She hadn't brought anything else, though, because everyone knew cookies were made only from sugar. They must be, because Mama had forbidden her to eat them because she said they were made from pure sugar, and Mama was always right.
Lorraine proceeded to the closest station, the orange one previously occupied by that girl with the pretty hair (well, she had pretty rainbow hair before she went to this side of the classroom), shuffling out several large sheets of metal like she'd always seen Mama use, and--oh dear! She'd forgotten to put on an apron! The straw-haired girl looked around the dark room, searching for a convenient pile of aprons for her to utilize, or perhaps Miss Kitty Blue to materialize and provide one for her, but alas, the
Already the smell of delicious sweet things was already wafting in the air, and Lorraine happily dragged her heavy sled to the pink station to begin the process again.