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Jun 27 2018, 04:21 PM   Link Quote
As opposed to many decisions Mason had made in the course of his so far long enough life, deciding to study at Hogwarts had been the riskiest of all - all because he didn’t spend an incredible amount of time debating the pros and cons his mind. For starters he had no idea what being a student there entailed, from the focuses of certain subjects to the many extracurricular activities which weren’t offered in Durmstrang.

Worst of all, the people would surely be different; perhaps dissimilar to the distant facade many kept at his beloved school. It’s not that he worried about acceptance or any of the lesser problems that surely kept some teenagers awake at night, he simply had zero patience when dealing with others; there was no need, for him, to show a smile here and there, or to say a few good words because ‘silence can be seen as rude’. The ones who had met him knew about it, others, however, did not, and having to refrain himself as well as listen to somebody else’s complaints wasn’t on his list of desires.

He worried most about the impact of this change on his curriculum. Mason had made an incredible amount of effort to keep his grades at astonishing levels - the boy had proved himself above his peers, not without mental exertion. At Hogwarts some subjects could be incredibly different, some inexistent, and this is what scared him. What if all his effort had been for nothing? What if, in the future, employers dismissed him all because he hadn’t finished some of his studies at certain areas? Worst of all, what if there were potentially different subjects of study in Hogwarts, which he hadn’t taken for years, and therefore would not only behind, but forced to undergo more time under those roofs only to reach the others - not even being given the chance to pass in front of them.

Funny how family and studies were the only subjects potentially distressing for the young man. To keep his mind free from these preoccupations, he decided to kill some time, of course, with an interesting hobby or anything different than reading more books. Back and forth in his mind, the word cooking reappeared as something almost mandatory. How long had it been since he took some time for himself in a kitchen? Long enough. Shrugging, he decided it was best to look or the answer in a book, of whether or not there was a place in Hogwarts; it took him some time, more than it would have if he simply talked to somebody, but Mason didn’t care. The knowledge that all it took was to tickle a pear made his lips curve in a small, uncomfortable smirk; weird school, it seemed.

There he went, however, looking for the mentioned board, staring at the walls of the dungeon without a hint of fear, not even curiosity. Sure somebody might decide to mess up with him should he appear on their way - being the new guy and everything -, but this environment was too alike what he’d found in Durmstrang. Mason knew he could probably hide there better than any of the Hogwarts students, including the so-called snakes (did this make him a raven? again, bizarre). His mind was free of thoughts by the time he came closer to the board, deciding it best not to think about it - he simply did what was necessary and entered the place.

A place filled with elves. and elves. and more elves. Wherever he looked, there were elves. Too busy, apparently, to stop and look at him - he barely recognized any, having only stumbled upon a few during these first few days. Mason took the lack of attention as permission to be there, trying to locate how every necessary item and ingredients were placed. One of the skills he soon picked at Durmstrang was knowing one’s surroundings, something he had perfected over the years - a strategist, after all.

It took him no more than a few seconds to understand most of the organization, and even less to recognize somebody else. Sighing, he walked again. It took him another second to decide ignoring the person - a girl - would be best; what would he do, strike up a conversation? No. For what? Whoever it was, she probably wouldn’t interest him at all. Sure, he could respect those who liked to cook, but that was it - willingly talking to them was a whole other matter. Mason had no desire to lose his time meeting anybody else but the people he needed, this was an effort he saw no reason to make.

Cooking, however, was something entirely different, so he went looking for something: eggs, beans, pasta, salad? Only time could tell his findings.


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Jun 28 2018, 08:53 AM   Link Quote
It had been quite a bit of time since Kiska had taken a journey to the kitchens to create something, a sweet treat masterpiece or delectable meal for one with leftovers tucked away for the elves. They had long ago grown used to her appearance, their acceptance of it due undoubtedly to their typically friendly demeanor coupled with the fact that the Gryffindor would always leave something behind for them. She somehow consistently made more than was intended but with so many inhabitants within these walls, the creations rarely went to waste. The elves certainly seemed to appreciate it and even joined in on occasion when they weren’t particularly busy to assist her in whatever that day’s project was. They had their own arsenal of tips and tricks that had proved invaluable and were tucked away in the back of her mind for use when most needed.

Like today, for instance. There was an event of some kind coming up for Culinary Club and the lioness had wanted to make apple turnovers. They had been received well by both JR and Liam when she had tested out the recipe, the crust tips courtesy of the house elves. And who wouldn’t like pretty much a hand-held apple pie? Apple pie was amazing. All the time. There was no telling how many people were going to be involved in this shindig and so some of the elves had offered up their help to get things moving along. Being pleasant to others really did have its perks, as things had quickly shifted to be something of an assembly line. Some elves bustled here and there while others went to and fro, each doing their own set of tasks to either help the Gryffindor in their midst or to prepare for the next meal of the day for the whole castle. They were pretty much a well-oiled machine.

And Kiss was in the middle of it all. She was happily working with the apples over the stove, softening them in a sugary cinnamon concoction. Hopefully there was a good bit left over because she definitely wanted to sample all of the hard work that was occurring at that moment. What was the point of being the cook if you didn’t get to sample things before it all went out? That would have been a raw deal, to be certain.

Moving away from the stove for a moment, Kiska moved to give her hands a quick wash at the sink. Her fingers felt a bit sticky – which only made sense, given she was working with sugar and cinnamon – and were starting to leave a residue on her stirring spoon. It was as she was drying her hands off on her pants that there was a mild disruption to the chatter of the elves, a newcomer slipping in to the room to join them. The Gryffindor watched him curiously without regard to the fact she was staring a bit, though he didn’t seem to be paying her any mind and instead was orienting himself with the contents of the cupboards. She had done that numerous times, as things did get switched around every now and again, but the girl couldn’t recall seeing this particular face around the halls. It was a large school and entirely possible that she’d had limited contact with the person, but he appeared to be around her own age… maybe. Admittedly, the lioness was terrible with guessing things like that about a person.

Getting back to her post at the stove, Kiss offered up the stranger a smile and wondered just how direct she ought to be. “Hi there. I don’t recall seeing you around these parts before. Do you frequent the kitchens often?”


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Jun 29 2018, 06:48 PM   Link Quote
As somebody whose practical side functioned way better than any creativity spark, it’s understandable why Mason’s dishes often focused on substance and taste instead of decorations and beauty. He didn’t see much value in presenting a beautiful piece if the eyes tasted it better than the lips; for him, nothing was more worthy of joy for a cook than knowing both somebody’s stomach and palate were fulfilled. This was, after all, the real deal: having people come back to you asking for that specific food. Why would anybody do so if their minds only remembered its first impression, instead of that lingering happiness? Surely they wouldn’t. This isn’t to say Mason cooked for others; more often than not he hid his talents, often as a result of seeing no reason to brag. He did, however, secretly take great pleasure in satisfying a person who longed for a specific kind of special request; the ones who wanted to taste food they hadn’t the chance for months, sometimes years. It could be, after all, hell to be stuck at school - or anywhere for that matter.

This is how some friends knew of his talents; he heard them talk about that great dish nana used to make, or the one they wouldn’t have the chance to try again until they were free from Durmstrang - suddenly whatever it was they spoke about showed up at their doorstep. People knew how to follow the clues, and they all led to Mason. Fortunately the boy didn’t worry, rather avoiding questions but never denying if asked. The few selected he openly told about his ability at cooking got the chance to try a few more dishes, never too much; he just saw no reason to. Cooking wasn’t, after all, an experience for others, at least not for the boy. He much preferred spending time cooking for himself, according to his wishes, and enjoying it alone - a solitary thinking, for sure, but what else was he supposed to believe? That happiness would come should he share his skills? It only sounded like having a bunch of people asking for plates all the time - no, things were alright the way they were.

For this reason alone he now stared at the cupboard. In his mind, the image of a simple, yet filling option made his mouth water. Nothing would bring him as much satisfaction that day than taste something he didn’t have the chance back before his feet arrived at Hogwarts; now, however, there seemed to be plenty of options, from popular ingredients to some he swore were rare, appreciated findings. First and foremost he needed to find pasta, which kept his eyes busy for no more than a few seconds. Then came the sauce - far from a vegetarian option, its main ingredient was prawns. For now, though, he resorted to looking for the common stuff, such as pepper and oil. If only whoever it was that kept him no company at the kitchen - and should stay that way, should all his wishes be fulfilled - hadn’t said something, perhaps the next hour would have been fantastical for the young man.

Nothing ever happened the way people want to, the thought suddenly appeared.

However, Mason showed no sign of listening besides turning his body the slightest towards her. Abandoning the image of food and pasta, he kept himself from sighing before studying the girl. She was his age, apparently, which made him think he was either very lucky or none at all - it did seem better than a squirmy fourteen-year-old. Beyond that, she wasn’t a hurtful sight to look at; not that this didn’t fit him as well. No, what actually pained him was her smile - the one that screamed happy thoughts, bubbling compliments and a desire to be good or be kind or whatever. For a second he thought of using rudeness as a weapon, something students at Durmstrang were no strangers; everybody used it, girls, boys, creatures.

On the other hand he wasn’t a bad person, and not at all interested on getting right away a bad reputation - sure Mason didn’t mind, but JR was still around somewhere and it seemed better for him to have his half-brother hear neutral stuff instead of how a girl cried because he looked at her the wrong way.

Not that whoever it was would. Cry, that is.

So he stuck to answering with small phrases. “No.” It seemed… true. It was true. One hundred percent, flamboyantly, without a shadow of a doubt, true. It also made him look like a hermit. “I suppose it wouldn’t have been possible for anybody to see me here.” His lips curved into a discreet, not even a smile, but something close. It soon abandoned his face, as he moved his body forward just to get his hands on some parmesan cheese - somehow it appeared in front of him. He stared back at her once again, wondering if this was enough. “If it helps, I do recall seeing you.” What exactly she was, he couldn’t pinpoint. Sure Hogwarts had its prefects, but the hierarchy was still unknown. He did remember seeing her with a badge, more than enough proof of some importance - and just like that he was even less interested in speaking to her.


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Jul 1 2018, 08:52 PM   Link Quote
It didn’t appear that the boy was terribly happy to have come across another person, much less so that the unexpected stranger had actually decided to talk to them. Kiska could understand the feeling – she’d been in such a position on a few occasions herself. Everyone had those days that they’d rather go on and do their own thing with minimal interruptions, would just rather be left alone instead of having to answer to someone else. Even to put on a fake smile or feign interest in a conversation. The question for the Gryffindor then became whether or not to take the hint or to charge forward and firmly plant herself either as someone rather bothersome or quite friendly in this fellow’s mind. Now Kiss was one to charge on ahead with things, in spite of missing signals that perhaps she shouldn’t. Like the boy’s… facial expression. It was clearly not a smile, but maybe more of an attempt at one?

At least he had responded to her question, she supposed. It could have just been silence to stretch between them, but it hadn’t been. His response was rather cryptic, however, and only served to pique her curiosity. It implied that perhaps he was a newer student, which would explain why his face was so new. He was momentarily distracted by cheese, allowing Kiss’s mind a minute to consider other options and failing to come up with any that might be viable. A transfer was really the only logical explanation, unless he was another poltergeist with a tangible form that wasn’t prone to wreaking havoc. But that thought was almost laughable. A poltergeist that wasn’t trouble? Don’t be silly.

“You’ve seen me around before?” She questioned, brows furrowing a bit as she tried to consider where they might have encountered one another. Then it hit her rather abruptly – the Gryffindor wasn’t exactly as anonymous now as she had grown used to being when traversing these halls and rooms all these years. Being the Head Girl had some perks, such as not having any repercussions from being up and about after curfew at night, but also had some drawbacks as well. Suddenly, Kiska was an example to other students as well as more easily recognizable than she could ever recall being. Her professors were able to recognize her, sure, but that was largely due to the fact she had been a rather unruly first year. And second year. And third year… But now other students were able to put together who she was, too. It was different, to say the least. The lioness still wasn’t sure they made the right decision.

“Are you a transfer to Hogwarts, then?” No use in standing around wondering about it any longer at this point. As had been established, Kiss was one to charge on ahead and think about consequences later. Blinking as the smell of something burning brought her from wondering about this strange newcomer, the girl turned back to her apple concoction within the pan on the stove. A new batch would be necessary, to be certain. But that just meant she had longer to go to try and get a conversation going with this stranger whose name she did not know. Yes, ask questions first and an introduction later was true to form for the girl. “I’m Kiska, by the way. Just in case you didn’t have a name to put to the face.”

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At Durmstrang, Mason had no time for cheerful people. In fact, he usually stood by the understanding of having zero time for anybody, besides the few he accepted into a so-called friendship; the ones who wouldn’t bother him, that is. He didn’t believe there were people “worth it” or any of the bullshit some pureblood kids went around screaming at the others, rather choosing friends only for a matter of likability and similarities. Not many students understood his love for studying, neither were they eager to stay in silence for too long; some got on his nerves simply because they were too… outspoken, talkative, excited about life and everything. He understood this type of thinking made him look more like an hermit or somebody who shouldn’t at all deal with others, but that’s how it went for Mason; he wasn’t interested in making up time for those he cared little for, and so, he wouldn’t.

This is also to say he wasn’t so happy with the Head girl intrusion. On the other hand, this wasn’t his old school anymore; there were different rules in there, right? What if not getting along with that person led into a miserable life. Not that Mason cared for whatever people thought of him, but he much preferred to spend his seventh year focused on studying rather than dealing with attempts of people to have him hurt. She did seem nice enough, like one of those kids who would complain inside their minds about being ignored but do nothing about it; however, he had come across one or two girls whose malicious side were kept safely hidden, and he wasn’t eager to play with luck right now. Besides, she clearly knew her way around a kitchen, which earned some respect; it was the same line of thought as the one he had with people who also enjoyed studying.

He found it interesting, how taken aback she seemed at first - as if she wasn’t at all used to having people pay attention on her, or know who she was in the first place. Indeed, Mason understood this type of feeling. What he couldn’t understand was how it applied to somebody on her position; after all, she had probably been a prefect before, and apparently at Hogwarts having the best grades granted, besides a position, also some kind of recognition (whereas in Durmstrang, they much preferred students who were physically better, rather than focusing on subjects). Therefore, how could she not be used to having some kind of fame? Now that was interesting… not sufficient to make him go look for more information, but still interesting.

Unfortunately, interest meant he stared at her for longer than necessary, hence why she probably thought it was ok to carry on the conversation. Unless the actual fault had been the attempt on a smile seconds before, in which case he would have to revise his presentation before running around ‘meeting’ some other people - indeed, Mason had got a little too happy since finding out his half-brother was alright, especially now they were both at the same place. Despite not having talked to JR yet, knowing he was alive and well was enough to put Mason in a lighter mood, a feeling he was still growing used to. He thought about the question for no more than a few seconds, deciding it best to follow through and give her an answer; fair enough, since he was partially to blame.

“That would be right, yes. I was a student at Durmstrang” Turning around to check on some ingredients, Mason decided they could stay on their own for a few minutes - obviously. There was no fire to take care of yet and by not using magical ingredients, he made sure none of the food would somehow run away from him or any of the weird things animated food could try and do. “I didn’t, no.”

And then it hit him - a sudden thought, so sudden, Mason would repeat it in his mind for minutes to come, wondering how he hadn’t arrived at that conclusion sooner. If Kiska was the Head Girl, then of course she was in deep contact with whoever was Head Boy… in that case, not whoever, but JR. Mason had noticed it, at the same day he’d registered the girl carrying the same badger he almost spoke of seconds before. Therefore, wouldn’t telling his name be an obvious signal of who he was? If she knew, of course. JR seemed like the type of people who might warn whoever was Head with him… not that he had a good idea of who JR was, but he would bet on it still.

Now there was one more reason to carry on the conversation: make sure she wouldn’t ask for his name, sooner or later. Mason had no intention on starting rumours just now, before he even had a chance to talk to his half-brother. These things could wait, and not knowing whether or not he could trust Kiska at keeping a secret, it seemed better to distrust. “Was it a surprise? Finding out you are the Head Girl. I know some people never expect to be, and it seemed so for your reaction…” Managing a lighter smirk, he let his features appear a little more relaxed, even simpler. He wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, after all, only keeping the conversation from going to a certain path.


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Jul 8 2018, 03:38 PM   Link Quote
Durmstrang? A half dozen other questions popped in to Kiska’s mind, but she was beginning to be of the impression that Mason wouldn’t necessarily receive these questions very well. Or perhaps it was interactions in general that he was not such a fan of? Either that, or he always thought rather long and hard on what to say before saying anything and large blocks of silence were the norm when carrying on a conversation with him. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, for it was far better to weigh your words than just spout them off without sparing a moment’s thought. Not that that method was necessarily Kiska’s style. How many times had that gotten the girl into a bit of hot water… Shaking her head to bring her back around to the present, it wasn’t really as though she had missed out on too terribly much by way of conversation. Perhaps it had something to do with being from Durmstrang – they weren’t supposed to be a terribly friendly sort, were they?

Turning back to the counter, Kiss set about to the task of redoing the apples she had burned. There wasn’t much to it, at least – peeling them was the worst part. Luckily, the elves that had been bustling to and fro had that already handled and so all the girl needed to do was cut them and deposit them into a fresh pot with the same ingredients as before. Quick and painless, mostly, although there was a touch of annoyance at having messed up in the first place; Kiska didn’t mess up in the kitchen too much nowadays, having grown familiar with the recipes she chose and created on a regular basis. One might say it was time to challenge herself with something new…

Looking back to Mason, there was a touch of surprise in the Gryffindor’s expression; she had given him a bit of a respite in chatter in the hopes that perhaps he would say something else, but there had been no true expectation. The fact that he had was promising. Though the sudden interest in her lit the girl with curiosity. “Ah, yes, it was certainly a surprise. I was a bit unruly, at best, when I was younger. I didn’t take much seriously and realize now that was a bit foolish.” She shrugged a little, not sure what else to add to that. Classes lately were actually attended and focused on, homework and other assignments completed to the best of her abilities. Whatever was after graduation was unknown, but you didn’t have many options open to you if you had poor marks. Initially, the focus on them had been a misguided attempt to make her mother proud – now that she was gone, it was more important than before to do well. To proceed with making something of herself in some way.

She stirred the pot again, glancing to the boy over her shoulder with a smile. “So yeah. You would think they would want someone who could provide a bit of a better example to the years below, right? Though the freedoms are admittedly nice. Still undecided on being recognized on sight in the corridors. That’s a little unsettling.”

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Turning unwanted conversations into interesting enough discussions was an art Mason had mastered long before. Although not somebody eager to know other’s thoughts and opinions, he had understood the value of learning some forms of manipulation upon first hearing of how they could work for first aid - as an example, making sure somebody else’s attention spam wouldn’t concentrate on avoidable subjects. For that reason, understanding the arts of speech and chattering was necessary. He had never been great with connecting with others - often times, he would find himself bored, excited to leave instead of planting both feet on the ground and listening to whoever he was talking to. This had earned him many accusations and nicknames, none of which he cared for. However, in cases like this, with people who barely knew him, the time spent with books and teachers suddenly seemed beneficial.

By staring at Kiska, the once Durmstrang students recognized signs of doubts. He could almost see her mind working, the way the minds from so many people worked, and this probably applied to his too. Mason imagined what was going on around it; for sure she hadn’t recognized him, otherwise he was sure her posture wouldn’t be so light. Maybe she was wondering about what he’d just said, of having arrived from Durmstrang. The young man imagined not many people transferred from there, which made sense, considering students from the coldest school were often very proud about the place the got their education. She could also be wary of the sudden change, of how much he’d talked seconds before, something he almost condemned himself for - honest mistakes weren’t acceptable. At last, he decided this shouldn’t be too bad; after all, many were the kids who got, indeed, curious about their Head Girl’s, or so he imagined. What else, then, was she thinking about?

One way or another, Mason had to hide a sudden need to smile - not for any fun he was having, after all these conversations often proved the contrary of such word, but because he could see the thin line her lips formed; perhaps she was, after all, wondering about Durmstrang. He saw her recovery and enjoyed some of the time to look at his own work in the kitchen, again making sure the ingredients were fine.

Once her voice turned the loudest in the room, however, he turned back, ready for what awaited. Surprisingly, her explanation did give space for more than simple questions on how to push forward their little talk; he asked himself how somebody she’d just describe, an unruly young student who wouldn’t take classes much seriously, could ever end up as Head Girl. It’s true Mason had close to no interest in such positions, however he couldn’t help the feelings of annoyance - of how people who barely proved themselves capable did get some of the highest positions, either for connections or charisma. What was made, then, of people like him, who actually worked for their ambitions? His mind traveled to the many students who might have had in their minds to get that function, maybe their grades and lack of detention let it explicit, so why Hogwarts would choose a student who called herself unruly... this he might never make sense of.

When she finished, then, he managed a smile, albeit a cold one. “I imagine so.” Letting out a discreet sigh, Mason abandoned these thoughts. It wasn’t on his interests whatever Hogwarts did or didn’t do, and if they were happy having somebody who would need to prove themselves good enough for the function, who was he to say anything? Even if he was somebody, the young man saw no reason to.

“Let me guess, then, it does feel good to be asked for help?” Another thing he ‘imagined so’ - that she was the type of Head Girl who focused less on making sure the rules were followed and more in helping students. At least this wasn’t a bad thing, not the type he could say anything about. He knew how some students had problems defending themselves or even with normal things at school, something he had, after all, gone through at Durmstrang, and although pride was a thing, a truly intelligent person knew when to abandon it. Kids thought less of their pride and more on the help they needed. “Now if you ask me, freedom is a good thing, indeed, but it always depends on what you consider a prison.” And with that, he got himself an apple, biting it while ready to hear her answer.


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