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Tybalt Archer had passed a pretty good holiday. He'd never really had a bad holiday so far. His family were good, he was good. He had a lot to look forward to and nothing that he feared. Well, not any more. He had come a long way since that little first year boy who had been small and scared of almost everything. He was now a fourth year, and just about loving everything about Hogwarts. he loved his classes, he loved the people, he loved his girlfriend. The sports. The yearbook. He couldn't wait to get started on another year of it all. It was just proving a little busy. His winter had been pretty quiet overall. Apart from spending his time teaching his little sister, and visiting his cousin and other family he hadn't done much. There was little they ever had or did do during the summer. There were many negative memories with summer, but since in New Zealand the seasons were switched it had changed things for the better. He was happily ready for things. He could enjoy it more than he had before, so he did. But returning to Hogwarts, it had been noisy. All the new kids running around, causing havoc for his eyesight as he adjusted to having to make out lots of people at once. Specifically in some lights. Back home he didn't have to think of that so much. But, now he was at school. The most interesting thing about this year, was the fact that during sorting, the name Archer had come up. Tybalt was sure that she wasn't a relation, there would be plenty of Archer's in New Zealand, and in other areas of the world, but a part of the teen believed to at least find out, or just go see the person. He had been right before, why wouldn't he be right again. In any case a new friend would be good. He liked people he wouldn't mind making new friends. Which he would be happy to do, once he got used to all the people surrounding him. Which wouldn't take long, just a few days. Just to get readjusted. However, this would leave the teen time to do other things. Like on this very day, instead of spending lunch in the incredibly crowded Great Hall, that would also be incredibly noisy, the teen had decided that he would spend his time in the Kitchens. The decision had been made as soon as he had gotten up that day.
The castle had been warm that morning, and so this had meant that unlike most days, where the teen would be in his now perfectly fitting Gryffindor jumper, the boy had only worn the nicely fitting Gryffindor t-shirt. He had once again gone through a small growth spurt over the summer. He wasn't quite tall yet, but he was sure on his way. He was growing with each passing day. And he was looking forward to his fifteenth birthday which was also soon. Something that he was looking forward to indeed. Happily the teen tied his laces before practically skipping out the dorm, and heading straight to the Kitchens. Which upon his entry was empty. If ignoring the elves who were silently working away. He was smiling to himself, as he entered. greeting them fondly as he made his way to part of the kitchen where he could cook his own lunch. He hadn't decided what he was going to make himself. But, his motto in life was also just do what you want, then lead him, to making what he hoped would be taste peanut butter cookies. It wasn't hard, the boy was pretty good with his hands. As he gathered the ingredients, Ty who was always energetic began to sing to himself, while dancing away with each step. A personal song playing in his head. He was smiling. God, this was a good day. He wasn't a very good singer. He could hold a note sure, but he wasn't destined for any singing career, Tybalt also didn't care, he just liked having fun, and part of that was just singing to himself. Once the ingredients were gathered the boy just got started on cooking. He hoped he was a better cook than he was a singer. Since his lunch would depend on how good these cookies were. And the boy was pretty hungry already and he'd have to wait over an hour for them to be ready to eat. But, he didn't care. It was part of the fun. Plus, with the mass amounts of ingredients he had, he was sure he'd make plenty so that would keep him fed for a good little while. He wouldn't really need to worry about dinner. The cookies could cover it. Tybalt did double check all the ingredients, to be sure they were what he needed, and he'd need the help of the elves where his sight would fail him. If the mixture had the right colour, to be sure the cookies didn't burn. As he began with the ingredients, the boy realised that even though he was here to escape the craziness of the school, he also sort of wanted someone to share this fun, and eventually the cookies with.
The castle had been warm that morning, and so this had meant that unlike most days, where the teen would be in his now perfectly fitting Gryffindor jumper, the boy had only worn the nicely fitting Gryffindor t-shirt. He had once again gone through a small growth spurt over the summer. He wasn't quite tall yet, but he was sure on his way. He was growing with each passing day. And he was looking forward to his fifteenth birthday which was also soon. Something that he was looking forward to indeed. Happily the teen tied his laces before practically skipping out the dorm, and heading straight to the Kitchens. Which upon his entry was empty. If ignoring the elves who were silently working away. He was smiling to himself, as he entered. greeting them fondly as he made his way to part of the kitchen where he could cook his own lunch. He hadn't decided what he was going to make himself. But, his motto in life was also just do what you want, then lead him, to making what he hoped would be taste peanut butter cookies. It wasn't hard, the boy was pretty good with his hands. As he gathered the ingredients, Ty who was always energetic began to sing to himself, while dancing away with each step. A personal song playing in his head. He was smiling. God, this was a good day. He wasn't a very good singer. He could hold a note sure, but he wasn't destined for any singing career, Tybalt also didn't care, he just liked having fun, and part of that was just singing to himself. Once the ingredients were gathered the boy just got started on cooking. He hoped he was a better cook than he was a singer. Since his lunch would depend on how good these cookies were. And the boy was pretty hungry already and he'd have to wait over an hour for them to be ready to eat. But, he didn't care. It was part of the fun. Plus, with the mass amounts of ingredients he had, he was sure he'd make plenty so that would keep him fed for a good little while. He wouldn't really need to worry about dinner. The cookies could cover it. Tybalt did double check all the ingredients, to be sure they were what he needed, and he'd need the help of the elves where his sight would fail him. If the mixture had the right colour, to be sure the cookies didn't burn. As he began with the ingredients, the boy realised that even though he was here to escape the craziness of the school, he also sort of wanted someone to share this fun, and eventually the cookies with.