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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2024 10:14 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Student Kitchens xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Alice McNamara xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Dinner xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? What happened here
Csuri wondered vaguely what was going on in the Ravenclaw's head. Probably thinking through many years worth of rumors, however true, about Csuri. They'd been going around forever, since apparently her unwillingness to discuss her past made for a breeding ground of guesses. Her current favorite was that she lived in a cave until eleven and she was half bear. At least it was better than the truth. "Yea, I guess," was her reply to Alice's question about doing something she enjoyed. She worked on plating up both the dishes, using restaurant quality moves to make the plates look fancy. She carried them over to the table, then used wandless to summon a couple mugs and the tea kettle.
Carefully moving, she also grabbed a small plate of naan bread she'd made the day before. Sending a tired sort of look over at the younger teen, Csuri gestured toward one of the chairs as she sat in the other. She worked on pouring two mugs of vanilla chai tea. "Sit. Eat." The Ravenclaw said that she loved cooking, particularly for crowds... then she offered to cook for Csuri. "No thanks. I'm pretty busy with exams this year." She didn't know if it was just something Alice said out of want to repay for this meal... or any other number of potential emotions. But, as with everyone, Csuri kept her walls built tall around herself.
{{Wearing :: Winter Outfit (currently minus coat)}}
Tᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ I ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ 'ᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ, Oɴᴇ ɪɴ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴ. Wʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ? Wʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ? Wʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏx ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ? I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ sʜᴏᴛ. I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀɪʟ Mᴀʀʏ. Wʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ? Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ Tᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴏɴᴇs, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ 'ᴇᴍ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴇ 'Tɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs, ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs, ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 1:57 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Student Kitchens xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Csuri! xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Baking cookies xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I didn't know she could cook Once the oven reached the heat necessary to bake the cookies, Alice put the trays she'd prepared into the oven to cook. She glanced over at Csuri to see her plating out two portions, then she commanded Alice to sit and eat. "Oh, you didn't have to, but I certainly will. Was possibly going to miss dinner anyway." She joined Csuri at the table as the girl said she'd be pretty busy with exams this year. Alice smiled and said, "If you're anything like me with studying, I often get so into it that I forget to eat. And you've got O.W.L.s... so I'll make you something and send it down so that way you don't have to stop studying." Alice nodded, since it seemed like a plan was coming together. She could enlist Hesperia to bring the meal down to Csuri in the Slytherin common room, or if she was studying in the Library, Alice could bring it herself. Either way, she'd ensure that Csuri was eating while she was studying. That's what friends did, right? Sebby did that for her during finals so she was just paying it forward to her new friend Csuri. The smell of the food was enticing and Alice tasted it. "Ooh, that's good." Then she felt the sting of the spicy and her eyes watered a little. "Really good," she said again, pushing through the pain to keep eating.
✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮ Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ? Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ sɪɴɢ ᴜs ᴀ sᴏɴɢ, ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs Lᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ 'ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ʜᴀs ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Oʜ, Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ✮✩✮ Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs, Nᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ ɪғ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ, ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ✮✩✮ ✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮✩✮
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2024 2:51 pm
xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Student Kitchens xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Alice McNamara xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Dinner xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Why is she wanting to feed me?
As she got the table set up, Csuri watched the blonde putting her cookies in to bake. That was one of Csuri's shortcomings in the kitchen. She was not much of a baker. Thankfully, her favorite snack could be enjoyed without. When alice said she didn't have to make her a plate, but that she'd eat because she'd likely miss dinner, Csuri's eyes rolled. "Figured. That's why I made you some." She grabbed the warm naan bread and used it to scoop up some of her curry. Nice and spicy, just as she liked it.
When she tried to deflect meals (and more spending time with someone) by using studying, Alice noted that it could cause distractions preventing eating. Dammit, she wasn't wrong. Thankfully, she said she'd just send food, meaning likely she'd ask Hes or one of the other Slytherins... which would in turn make them annoyed with Csuri, since the Ravenclaw was one of those so-called "good kids". It was annoying. "You really don't have to. I usually cook enough for a few meals." There, that should put the argument to bed... right?
Grey eyes watched the younger girl try the curry, then they rolled when she clearly thought it was overly hot. "I used less pepper in yours, but I guess next time I make it, I'll leave you a serving with none." She shrugged, wishing she had someone else that could actually enjoy spicy food. Csuri gestured toward the chai tea, which should help some of the heat, then pushed the plate of naan toward the other girl. Maybe a bit of balance would help. Or she could use the rice... or she could not be a wimp. Whichever.
{{Wearing :: Winter Outfit (currently minus coat)}}
Tᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ I ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ 'ᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ, Oɴᴇ ɪɴ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴ. Wʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ? Wʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ? Wʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏx ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ? I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ sʜᴏᴛ. I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀɪʟ Mᴀʀʏ. Wʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ? Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ Tᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴏɴᴇs, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ 'ᴇᴍ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ Tʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴍ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ʙᴜᴛ I'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ 'ᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴇ 'Tɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs, ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs, ᴅᴀɪsɪᴇs
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