Rocks and Cookies

[Timothy De Luca]

Timmy did not always wake up late in the night and go to the Kitchens for cookies. Actually, this was the first time he had ever done something like this. He was normally able to sleep through the night, but ever since his mother told him that she was pregnant, Timmy had not been sleeping well. He did not know how to feel about getting a sibling after so long. Giovanni herself had admitted that she was a bit late in the process, but Timmy did not feel he needed to be a certain age in order to be given a sibling. The Hufflepuff did not know much about relations, so he was not very concerned about who the father of his sibling was. Timmy had grown up without a father. It was only fair that his sibling did the same, right?

Timothy sat against the wall in the kitchen with a bowl of cookies in his lap. One thing that was constant in his life was his love for sweets. When he was younger, he enjoyed sweet candies and treats more than regular food. It was one of the few traits he felt made him a little more normal. However, what made Timmy mad was that the bowl of cookies had a variety of cookies in them. They were not organized, which was immoral to the boy. He asked the house elves for bowls so that he could organize them. The tiny creatures insisted they should do it themselves, but Timmy sternly told them that they didn't do this right in the first place. It was a gentle stern because Timmy did not like being mean to creatures and animals. H had recently started practicing more serious emotions, as life would through horrible things like an unorganized batch of cookies at him.

 

[Avie Mitchell]

Avie loved the kitchens, because he loved the elves, his love for things like that knew little bounds, he loved more freely than likely any of his slytherin counterparts did, but it was never something that bothered him, or that he was even that aware of. The childlike slytherin was practically skipping his way through the halls of the school, he had things to to, that was sure, the few classes he had really needed him to pay attention but he couldn't, even with the help from his muggle studies professor who had done a great deal to make Avie far more confident in his poor reading and writing skills than anyone before him, but it hardly helped his short attention span. Avie bounced his way through the school, he planned on finding something to do, but that might be quite hard, after his last terrible preformance in quidditch, he hadn't been overly feeling the sport, light practice, so that was out, and while it was now summer and he could go swimming more often, he'd spent his early morning doing that, and now it was raining outside.

Eventually the teen reached the kitchens, which wasn't his planned destination but the childlike Avie didn't mind at all, he burst into the room, with all the excitement on his face, greeting the little elves that greeted him when he burst into the room, and told them that he was hungry, and it was then he noticed the other boy, who had a plate of something on his lap and so, Avie just wandered over, curiosity written on his face and he then upon approaching that it was a bowl of cookies and that sent him into a run, he grabbed a cookie and happy stuffed it into his mouth eating it quickly, and while his mouth was still filled with cookie he smiled at the other boy, "Hello!" he greeted crumbs falling from the side of his mouth as he talked with his mouth full "I'm Avie," he held his hand out to the boy, but if this kid didn't take it, it was in the prime position for him to take another cookie.
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[Timothy De Luca]

Timothy had began organizing the cookies in the bowls in front of him. He had not eaten one yet because he was focused on organizing the sweet treats. He was close to finishing the mess, but a hand stuck itself in the bowl and took a cookie. Timmy felt like a piece of him was on fire, which made him want to throw a tantrum and make the lives of others difficult. But, the sixth year just took a deep breath and looked at the culprit. Avie. Timothy knew him from Quidditch, and he had heard he hugged Professor Styx. He felt that hugging such a scary guy was brave, and it was admirable. Timmy blatantly ignored Avie's hand due to how disgusting the boy looked at the moment. "Timmy." he said. He finished organizing the cookies before he took a sugar cookie. "Do you like cookies?" he asked as he held the cookie in his hand out towards the boy. He was going to try and be nice to the school legend. There were times that Timmy wished he was popular like the boy in front of him. However, he was not interested in the effort it took to maintain so many relationships, and it would risk people finding out about his autism.

 

[Avie Mitchell]

Avie smiled at the boy as he introduced himself, before nodding animatedly at the slightly younger boy, since it was very true that Avie loved cookies, although really he loved all things sugary, all things that had a sweet taste to them, he wasn't hard to please when it came to food. So the childlike boy took the cookie from the boy and beamed happily at him as he stuffed the cookie into his mouth chewing on it with an easy smile on his face as he barely tasted the cookie he'd taken. He wondered if the boy, Timmy had made the cookies himself, or if he'd like Avie did gotten the elves do it. He usually threw rocks at them to get the right attention and then what he wanted, the elves didn't need to be hit by rocks, but Avie definitely enjoyed it, just enjoyed the reaction they usually gave when he did it. When the boy had eaten most of the cookie that he stuff into his mouth he looked back towards Timmy, "Did you make them?" he asked the other boy, his fingers clearly itching to take yet another biscuit and he was letting his eyes flit between Timmy and the bowl of cookies with barely hidden hunger and a look in his eyes that said he was a heart beat away from just snatching one.
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[Timothy De Luca]

Timothy was not impressed by Avie's eating habits. It was a severe turn-off to the Hufflepuff, not that he found the boy attractive. He was average by Timmy's standards. The teen tried to ignore how the Slytherin devoured the cookie he offered him. He was glad the boy took it at least. Timmy shook his head at Avie's question. He giggled a bit too. "No. The house elves made them for me." he told the teen in front of him. The thought of baking or cooking made Timmy laugh out loud. He barely could shave his facial hair without freaking out. Cooking would definitely kill him. "I think I will leave the baking to my mom. She likes when I am not injured." he laughed.

 

[Avie Mitchell]

The cookie was just amazing to Avie, he savoured the taste as he devoured it, ignoring of course how impolite that would appear to anyone that was around them, Avie of course cared little about what others thought, instead was as ever just happy to eat the cookie and enjoy it. The boy was glad that the elves had made it, he didn't know how well this boy was at cooking but he was sure that the elves would be better and therefore was glad they'd made them. And at this the childlike seventh year beamed happy at the boy with the cookies definitely hoping for some more, but if not he could ask the elves for the cookies and that would be fine, but since these ones had been made Avie didn't want them to be wasted, "My aunt says the same about me," the boy agreed, since his mother had never really paid attention to what Avie had done in the house with the kitchen, his aunt did, since with Avie growing bored and often searching for goodies in the kitchen didn't go well, "Can I have another?" the boy asked, his gaze fixed on the cookies the other boy, Timmy, had, "Please!"
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