- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Claire
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- Mixed Blood
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- Saveli <3
- Wand
- Straight 10 1/2 Inch Whippy Cypress Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 12/2027 (feels about 90)
Down in the Hogwarts kitchens, Reuben was having the time of his life. "Legumier!" he yelled across the steel counter. "Have you peeled my parsnips yet?"
The disgruntled house elf Reuben had assigned to vegetable duty grumbled in way of response, feeling rather offended that his kitchen had been overtaken by a twelve year old boy. It was hard to blame him - Reuben had been ordering the elves around potatoes, carrots, onions, parsnips, leeks, and celery for the better part of three hours.
"Good!" he said happily, wiping his gravy laced hands on the front of an apron which had, quite some time ago, been white. In a large pan in front of him bubbled a chunky green liquid, which by some miracle didn't smell all that repulsive. "A little more basil..." the boy mumbled as he worked, sprinkling into the vat a variety of herbs and spices. He made quite the picture in his makeshift chef's hat and questionably hygienic apron, but it was clear at a glance that he did not care. At last he had discovered his 'true calling', and nothing could dampen his spirits.
When the soup was ready, Reuben dipped a spoon into the pan and blew off the steam before tasting. "Tastes like my blood, sweat and tears!" he announced proudly, and then turned up his nose in disgust. Fortunately for Rudolf, who was about to become the Hufflepuff's critic, the soup actually tasted like vegetables - though it was hard to say whether or not a little of Reuben's sweat sweat had found its way into the recipe as well.
"Oh well," shrugged Reuben, lowering the heat and untying his sticky apron. "Rudolf likes vegetables." He hung the apron on a hook and rinsed his hands under the sink. Now all he had to do was find his twin and convince him that his soup was much better than the pumpkin tart up in the great hall. With a backward glance he exited the kitchen and headed to the library, where he would be almost certain to find Rudolf.
<i></i>The disgruntled house elf Reuben had assigned to vegetable duty grumbled in way of response, feeling rather offended that his kitchen had been overtaken by a twelve year old boy. It was hard to blame him - Reuben had been ordering the elves around potatoes, carrots, onions, parsnips, leeks, and celery for the better part of three hours.
"Good!" he said happily, wiping his gravy laced hands on the front of an apron which had, quite some time ago, been white. In a large pan in front of him bubbled a chunky green liquid, which by some miracle didn't smell all that repulsive. "A little more basil..." the boy mumbled as he worked, sprinkling into the vat a variety of herbs and spices. He made quite the picture in his makeshift chef's hat and questionably hygienic apron, but it was clear at a glance that he did not care. At last he had discovered his 'true calling', and nothing could dampen his spirits.
When the soup was ready, Reuben dipped a spoon into the pan and blew off the steam before tasting. "Tastes like my blood, sweat and tears!" he announced proudly, and then turned up his nose in disgust. Fortunately for Rudolf, who was about to become the Hufflepuff's critic, the soup actually tasted like vegetables - though it was hard to say whether or not a little of Reuben's sweat sweat had found its way into the recipe as well.
"Oh well," shrugged Reuben, lowering the heat and untying his sticky apron. "Rudolf likes vegetables." He hung the apron on a hook and rinsed his hands under the sink. Now all he had to do was find his twin and convince him that his soup was much better than the pumpkin tart up in the great hall. With a backward glance he exited the kitchen and headed to the library, where he would be almost certain to find Rudolf.