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Avie Mitchell was having a pretty amazing term. He hadn't done too horribly in classes though he'd expected himself to do horribly, but as it turned out, with a little bit of work, the boy was able to half achieve things. He was definitely not the brightest of his year, or probably anyone, but he was always happy. It was an easy state for the boy who didn't worry about things, and was not very often bothered by what other people said. He could just zone it all out, and to him, it was just like playing. He didn't even mind when it got a little ruff, and people just started hitting him. He just dealt with it, like he dealt with absolutely everything else. By playing along. However as the term was nearing an end the boy was working towards going to the Yuleball, he had no idea how his mother had found out about it, but she had sent him a suit. A really nice and smart looking suit that honestly didn't suit little Avie. Who was more than happy to roll around in a muddy field. However, because his mother had sent it, he thought it was right to wear it at least once. It didn't really matter if it didn't really suit him, or if it made him feel weird, he was going to wear it just that one time. So on the evening of the Yuleball, the boy had gotten himself ready. He had styled his hair slightly, though by that it was just taking off his hat and matting down his hair with a brush and some water. He had cleaned himself properly and was happily getting dressed. The suit as it turned out fitted him. But, he felt he had no need for the tie, or the top button done, so he left both. Leaving the tie on the bed and leaving the top button undone just how he really realised he wanted it. All in all, for once, instead of looking like he'd just woken up, Avie looked fairly smart. He did not really look like Avie. As Avie stood in the mirror he sort of thought he looked like Avery. Which was just the full version of his name. He looked less like Avie, and more like Avery.
With that the boy headed out the dorm and in the direction of the Yuleball, he might've made it to the yuleball early than he did in the end, if as he walked through the dungeons a faint and delicious smell filled his nostrils. Avie stopped in his tracks and then just headed where his nose was leading him. Down the various hallways until he stood in front of a door that he didn't really recognise. It wasn't somewhere in these dungeons that he had ever been before but it smelled just so good. He opened the door carefully, and realised what he had just found. An incredibly busy kitchen. He was so glad he'd finally found this place. The boy was practically overcome with excitement at it, that he almost crumbled to the floor. He stepped further in side, and it was then the little busy elves seemed to notice him. Avie thought they'd send him away but all they did instead was greet him and ask him if he wanted something. He was surprised by this, but worked his way carefully around the kitchen smelling everything until he found the one he had been looking for. It was the best smelling one here, he glanced to the nearest elf and pointed at it. "This, I want some of this" He didn't mean to be rude to the elves it just slipped out in this way, and the elves seemed more than happy to comply with it. The boy sat himself down at one of the tables within the room, and just waited. It was odd this place. He liked the business. As much as the young Slytherin enjoyed time alone, this was the kind of place that he really easily dealt with. It was just the best ever. Not a moment too soon the boy had a plate of the dish in front of him. He picked up a fork that had mysteriously appeared in front of him, and began to eat away. He finished it quickly and asked for a second plate. Avie had sort of forgotten where he was heading, or even that he was dressed too nicely for several dishes of food in the kitchen, but the boy was happy, and he didn't mind too much that he wasn't where he was meant to be. To him, where the food was the best and the most fresh was exactly where he should be. That this time meant the kitchens. Just as he began to grow a little impatient another plate of the dish was placed in front of him. He quickly thanked the elf and then dove in.
With that the boy headed out the dorm and in the direction of the Yuleball, he might've made it to the yuleball early than he did in the end, if as he walked through the dungeons a faint and delicious smell filled his nostrils. Avie stopped in his tracks and then just headed where his nose was leading him. Down the various hallways until he stood in front of a door that he didn't really recognise. It wasn't somewhere in these dungeons that he had ever been before but it smelled just so good. He opened the door carefully, and realised what he had just found. An incredibly busy kitchen. He was so glad he'd finally found this place. The boy was practically overcome with excitement at it, that he almost crumbled to the floor. He stepped further in side, and it was then the little busy elves seemed to notice him. Avie thought they'd send him away but all they did instead was greet him and ask him if he wanted something. He was surprised by this, but worked his way carefully around the kitchen smelling everything until he found the one he had been looking for. It was the best smelling one here, he glanced to the nearest elf and pointed at it. "This, I want some of this" He didn't mean to be rude to the elves it just slipped out in this way, and the elves seemed more than happy to comply with it. The boy sat himself down at one of the tables within the room, and just waited. It was odd this place. He liked the business. As much as the young Slytherin enjoyed time alone, this was the kind of place that he really easily dealt with. It was just the best ever. Not a moment too soon the boy had a plate of the dish in front of him. He picked up a fork that had mysteriously appeared in front of him, and began to eat away. He finished it quickly and asked for a second plate. Avie had sort of forgotten where he was heading, or even that he was dressed too nicely for several dishes of food in the kitchen, but the boy was happy, and he didn't mind too much that he wasn't where he was meant to be. To him, where the food was the best and the most fresh was exactly where he should be. That this time meant the kitchens. Just as he began to grow a little impatient another plate of the dish was placed in front of him. He quickly thanked the elf and then dove in.