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 Home Ec. Spring Class 1 - Fromage, Let's get cheesy!
Riordan Storm
 Posted: May 5 2017, 01:25 AM
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"Need a little sweetness in my life 🍰"

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It was one of those days. Yes, those. The air was cold, the wind was blowing and rain fell heavy onto the lawns of the castle, almost as if it had forgotten this was in fact Spring Season (An event that sadly did have a tendency to occur in places like Scotland). The Magical Home Economics classroom was quiet, almost too quiet, the silence only being broken by the sound of drops of water clashing against windows that probably could have used some washing anyways. Oh! And there was also the humming, almost inaudible and coming from one of the front corners of the room, a tune that could be identified as somewhere in between Wannabe by Spice Girls and One More Time by Daft Punk if one paid close really attention. Both choices made almost subconsciously by one cheerful professor as he was focused on his current task, and what task was that? Well, levitating a rather overly large round cheese onto the top of a perfectly stacked pile of them. There were all kinds of them - more round ones, square ones, yellow ones, blue ones, red ones, and even some with spots- a collection any connoisseur would have been proud of.

Standard pewter cauldrons rested upon the tables, making it almost possible for people to think this was in fact Potions class and not Home Economics...had it not been for all the cheeses and the carefully stacked French pastries that were always there as freshly made snacks for the students to have during class. The cauldrons almost looked out of place, yet to Professor Storm it all made perfect sense, smiling proudly to himself as his hand were wiped on his black apron that read ‘May the forks be with you’. For once, he had actually made it to the classroom in time and arrived before any student, having all the materials ready and sitting atop of his desk before it was even time to start. Honestly, someone should have congratulated him. Too bad Riordan had forgotten how boring it was to wait for a class to start, humming to himself as he scrolled through the pages of his revised copy of Charm Your Own Cheese by Greta Curd as students arrived.

When it was finally time to start, the book closed, a bright smile being flashed in the general direction of his dear students. “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. One instant house point to whoever can tell me who said that quote! Hint: it’s an author, who writes about hoarded gold.” Riordan announced, Gaelic accent faint but ever present in every single syllable he spoke. He was quite proud of himself for actually remembering how the quote went in the first place, as usually his brain only remembered recipes to the letter, or anything food related… well, maybe remembering the quote wasn’t that impressive. “Food brings people together. Think about your family dinners, breakfast at the Great Hall, going out to eat with friends, everywhere people have fun and enjoy themselves while eating. Any chef can tell you that cooking is not just about how the food tastes, but about how people feel when they eat it, and there’s arguably no food more entertaining to have with family or friend during a cold day like this one than a nice cheese fondue.”

“Now, a fondue traditionally is made using white wine, but considering that this is a school and we don’t want anyone to get in trouble, I provided you with a more family friendly recipe. You are to use at least three cheeses of your choice, we have a variety that goes from Gruyère and Fortina to Dragon Milk Cheese and some charmed and cursed ones too -don’t worry, none of them have permanent effects. I removed all the labels, soooo use your culinary instincts! You can try as many combinations as you want!l Oh, do be careful with the tasting though...and please don’t burn anything.”

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Riordan is a great professor okay? Okay! He's here with his fun apron, some cauldrons and a pile of cheese. There's also a bunch of pastries for the students to snack on if you so wish~

@Aki Sei @Athelstan Munn @Brandy Sage @Bill Walker @Clara Santos @Elias Deveaux @Felix Wolfhard @Finlay Storm @Gavin Woodbane @Kala Faraji @Tori Deveaux-Carroll @Yuri Antonovich

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Riordan Storm
 Posted: May 5 2017, 01:44 AM
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"Need a little sweetness in my life 🍰"

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Instructions! (OOC)

Alright alright alright...guess we can say this class is quite cheesy. Ha! Okay so today’s lesson is on making fondues, but since Riordan is the great (totally not crazy) professor we know he is, he has provided you with a pile of non-magical and magical cheeses to choose from, and none are labelled soooo good luck with that!

Here’s how this is going to work: your character will pick 3 cheeses from the pile (up to you if they want to say if they recognize one of them by smell or what not, since some of those are charmed anyways so there’s really no telling what you’ll get), they’ll mix, and when they are going to do the tasting you roll on how great or dreadful their fondue turns out to be.

This is how the roll system will work:

Roll a 1 - Is that green I see? Fire? Are those bubbles supposed to be that large? Careful child, you might end up with purple skin, scales, even a tail or a sudden need to dance your problems away if you try this cheesy mess. (Effect lasts the whole class)
Roll a 2 - Getting there but not quite yet, possible side effects include hiccups, drowsiness or some other emotional reaction. Please don’t throw up, the house elves cleaned the floor yesterday. (Effect lasts 1 post)
Roll a 3 - Look at you, Britain’s future Masterchef or something. Riordan applauds you and gives you a cookie, also some sweet House Points for your troubles. That’s some good fondue right there.

You may keep adding cheese to your original try to see if you succeed or fail again, just try not to spam or back to back post~

-Please remember to add a summary of your character's actions at the end of your post c:

Here’s the roll code:
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Bon appetit!

Note: Sign ups are still open if anyone wants to join~

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Delany Storm
 Posted: May 5 2017, 01:43 PM
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"As high as dragons fly."

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Delany Storm
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Delany was sure that she did not really need this class, as they balanced such things as home economics well enough at home already, given Storms were blood traitors anyway and did not need house elves to prepare their meals and clean their house. Either way, she had signed up for this class with a few grains of interest, even though her main reasoning had been to make her cousin happy, waving at him as she entered the classroom and shivered a little, the shoulders of her robes as well as her hair drenched from the class of Care of Magical Creatures she had been having before - this weather was not meant for students to be outside, and her shoes were leaving a trail of rainwater and mud behind as she picked a place. Once she had chosen one of the cauldrons for herself, she dropped down her messenger bag and retrieved her wand, fingernails tapping against the surface of the table while she wrinkled her nose, some of the cheeses Riordan provided looking - and smelling - like they had expired a few centuries ago. Not that she was going to comment on it.

Fondue. At least the dish was fitting for the current weather, and the Storm girl listened carefully before they were supposed to get started. She stayed behind for a moment longer to perform a quick drying spell on her robes and her clothes, but then she pushed up her sleeves and dropped her wand onto the table beside the cauldron, marching towards the piled-up cheese. “Give me a hint, Ri?” she asked quietly as she walked past the older Storm, grinning at him because she sure as hell did not expect any special treatment in his class - this would be unfair, and she hated unfairness more than anything else. Instead, she looked at the cheeses and decided to for three less smelly ones, as this seemed to be a good pick.

With the provided cheese knives, she cut three pieces off the large ones offered, happy to see she had picked one with chili flakes inside. Lany was dying for spicy food, so she was just a little more hopeful as she brought her booty back to her cauldron in order to get started on her fondue. On her way back, she snatched one of the pastries and shoved it in between her lips, happily munching as she dropped the cheese pieces in her cauldron and grabbed her wand again, moving it over the cauldron once the flame underneath it was heated to melt the cheese in the first place. What could possibly go wrong when making fondue - despite the fact something like cursed cheese apparently existed? Lany shrugged to herself and kept on stirring, not even looking up to see what her classmates were doing.

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Lany is only here because of @Riordan Storm and throws herself into this cheesy adventure.
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Athelstan Munn
 Posted: May 5 2017, 01:54 PM
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"Darling you'll be okay"

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After his little disaster in the last cooking club meeting, one might think that Stan would be more careful with what he was actually doing when surrounded by food he was supposed to turn into a meal, but that wasn’t the case. He was just as enthusiastic as always when walking into the classroom and tossing his back on an empty stool, hands running through his messy hair as he dropped himself on another stool, elbows propped on the table while his finger tapped curiously against the cauldron. It did not take long for the classroom to fill and the lesson to start, some blablabla about cheese, who knew what was really going on there - but oh, Athelstan knew what fondue was! They were having it at home occasionally, carefully prepared by their house elves. This time, he was going to make it.

And because the snake was a horrible person, he shoved a few students away to get to the piled-up cheese and picked the pieces randomly, uncaring of a bad colouring or an odd scent, as they would all mesh anyway. Eventually, he had not even listened to Professor Storm’s warnings, because it did not really matter, did it? They were cooking with magic, nothing Stan hadn’t done before. It was going to be great. He clutched the cheese to his chest and walked back to his seat, dropping all the pieces into the cauldron and taking out his wand to perform the right spells to heat the cauldron to the perfect fondue temperature - whatever that was - as well as tapping the edge of the cauldron with his wand impatiently, ignoring the sparks that suddenly came from his wand. Shit happened.

Once the mass was molten enough to be stirred, he did not bother with another spell, but used his wand like a cooking spoon, stirring the cheese and humming quietly to himself while doing so. Was this alright? He didn’t know, but he decided to hope for the best as he raised the wand out of it again, cheese strings clinging to it as he shamelessly licked a bit of cheese from its tip. Somewhere in the distance, all wandmakers started to screaming like a choir of banshees most likely, but Stan wasn’t bothered or impressed and make a clicking sound with his tongue before continuing the stirring process as if nothing had happened. Talk about kitchen hygienics.

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Stan is a savage and stirs with his wand before licking it.
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Brandy Sage
 Posted: May 7 2017, 06:25 AM
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"i have problems with authority"

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Cooking and Brandy mixed about as well as oil and water. Okay, so maybe that was an overstatement but her skills in the area were severely lacking. The most experience she had as far as making food went was boiling water for instant noodles and pouring cereal into a bowl with some milk. As simple as those meals seemed, disaster would still strike on occasions – particularly when she would make her Coco Pops in the morning at Matilda’s house. Let’s just say spilt milk should be cleaned up as soon as its spilled or else it gets forgotten and smells up the entire house. Also, making chocolate orange milk doesn’t work. Apparently citrus curdles milk.

Just because she couldn’t make food didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy eating it. On the contrary, she could seriously kill herself some good food. And cheese was her weakness. Give her nachos, cheeseburgers or a pizza over sex any day. But maybe not over a nice, ice-cold beer. Just combine those two and then she’d be in heaven. Fondue wasn’t something she had ever tried before but is sounded right up her alley. Alcohol and pure ooey-gooey unhealthy fat? Come fuck her up. Well, that was her thoughts until stupid teacher man had to come in and be a killjoy.

Well, no stupid fucking rule was gonna kill her fun. As she sauntered over to the cheese table, she picked up a couple of the blocks and breathed deeply. It smelled like… Cheese? Fuck, she didn’t know. She kind of wanted to do some sort of pizza sort of thing. What was that melty bullshit that made up the topping? Or that powder little fucker that came in those packages? Whatever it was, this wasn’t it. Way too smelly. Oh well, she might as well just choose any random ones since she had no idea what was what. The one in her hands though… That had to go. She dropped it back on the table and picked up three random blobs that looked somewhat safe and pizza like.

Dropping her haul on the table next to her, the eagle took the hair band from around her wrist and pulled her dual toned hair back into a sloppy ponytail. It was time to get down to business, bitch. Now, what next? Was she supposed to cut it up or something? Who the fuck knew. She just dropped it into the pot and turned up the heat. Then, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, or at least not Mr. Boss man, she produced a half empty flask of vodka and poured most of the contents into the mystery mess she was making. Seeing that there was barely a sip left over, she downed it before shoving the container back into her obnoxiously holographic backpack.

The waiting was the worst part. It seemed to take forever for the cheese to melt. Thankfully, the cooking guy had provided some snacks. Grinning, she snatched a couple pastries and nibbled on them as she watched her ‘fondue’ melt and begin to bubble. Not caring amount what a mess it might make of her wand, she stuck it into the mess and gave it a stir. It looked? Good? She scraped some of it off the side of her tool before dropping the gooey mess onto the counter. Licking it, she threw her fist up into the air. It tastes pretty fucking good considering that she had made it. “Saint Brandy fucking Sage over here putting the fun backing into fun-do bitches!”
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Brandy has no idea what she's doing. But at least she had fun juice left over to dump into the mix when she thought @Riordan Storm wasn't looking. Let's just hope this worked considering her out burst there at the end.

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Bill Walker
 Posted: May 8 2017, 11:28 PM
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"They see me moseyin', they hatin'..."

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When he made it into the classroom Bill came to the conclusion that he had made the right decision in not asking the professor if Duke could join him for this class. The little crup puppy had been trotting around at his master's heels for most of the day, sooking over the poor weather outside, but had still obediently sat at the Badger's command out in the hallway. His tails had been whipping about eagerly, nose in the air, and as he moved to his desk and the pewter cauldron set upon it Bill could easily see just why.

Cheese.

It wasn't just the little canine who appreciated that king of all diary products. Bill Walker was a man who liked to eat, and cheese was one of the highest ingredients on his favoured food pyramid; versatile and delicious. Upon hearing that their class would be taken up with learning how to make fondue the burly young man's stomach rumbled loud enough to make it seem as though the heavy rain outside was thundering its way towards a full-blown storm, though the reddening of his ears and ducking head made it clear where the sound had originated for any who swung their head to look.

Professor Storm began his explanation, and Bill idly listened while staring wide eyed at the mounds upon mounds of cheese chunks and stacks of wheels. The boy didn't know where the Professor's quotation had come from, but he could definitely agree with the sentiment. Cheese was liquid gold. Once permission was given to retrieve some, the Badger rocketed to his feet and rushed over with the rest of the class, but unlike some of the others Bill suddenly found himself stalled in analysis paralysis before he made his choice. There were just so many, which ones would be best?

As much as Bill loved to eat, cooking had never been the young man's forte. His mother had been a good cook, and his favoured grandmother an excellent one. Beyond making up the occasional sandwich, the Badger hadn't needed to learn anything about cooking -- at least, not until his last year in the US, and by then there'd been no one well enough to teach him. It had been sandwiches all the way.

At Hogwarts there were the elves to cook, and now there was Ariel. Ariel had stuffed Bill full of all sorts of wonderful snacks and meals with a big smile on her face at her boyfriend's appetite. Bill thought it was about time he returned the favour...but first he had to master at least a single recipe.

Slowly, each cheese was picked up and considered; colour was scrutinised, odour inhaled and held, texture poked at with the boy's big fingers. Perhaps he ought to have washed his hands.

Finally however, the Badger decided he was satisfied. Surely he'd picked three cheeses which would blend well together, just going from what little he'd been able to discern with his intense and sweating examination. Shuffling back over to the cauldron with glances to just what everybody else was already underway with, Bill dumped the ingredients into the bowl and lifted his wand to get to work.


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Bill likes cheese a lot and hopes he will learn to cook good.

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Kala Faraji
 Posted: May 9 2017, 08:21 AM
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"A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all."

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Home Ec seemed like a sensible class to take at the time and after her fiasco with "Athelstan's recipe" and Brydon claiming they were trying to poison him, Kala supposed she should try to actually learn how to cook instead of throwing in things at random intervals during the recipe and calling it food. Melty goop cookies probably weren't toffee, and fallout survivor teddy bear sugar cookies probably weren't meant to have pepper in them. So, here she was sitting on a stool with her chin in her hand and her eyes half lidded staring at the cheese. Professor storm was chatting away about said cheese, he was quoting something that sounded made up and Kala was thinking about how she wanted to get back to her room and cozy up next to the fire. Maybe flop on Brydon and toy with his hair for a while.

She spotted Athelstan, smirking when her friend made his way towards the cheese, shoving everyone out of his way, slicing up his pieces and heading back to his cauldron. Kala moved forward too and picked her three, something smelly, something spotted and something blue. It sort of felt like she was entering into a commitment with the cheese, so something blue might actually give her an advantage and the spotted cheese looked like a polka dot pattern which she thought was cute. None of her cheeses were chosen carefully.

When she returned to her cauldron it was a different one, next to Athelstan who was just dumping stuff in without a care in the world. Kala heated up her cauldron with her wand, waited for it while her friend dove in head and all. "Pretty sure some wandmaker just had a heart attack somewhere. You should send their family consolation fondue~" she said, as she dumped in her own pieces of cheese into the heated pot; laughing all the while Athelstan stirred with his wand.

"Watch my cheese..." she said then wandered off towards the baked goodies, hearing the bubbling of her cauldron behind her while she took her time picking one. By the time she got back it smelled like burnt cheese, but she munched on the treat and pointed her wand, speaking around the food in her mouth the spell that would stir the gurgling concoction. The polka dot cheese looked gross, it kind of looked like the bubonic plague had taken residence in her cheesy concoction.

Kala's attention was drawn away by someone named Brandy shouting about being a saint and all that jazz, her eyes flickered to Athelstan and she scrunched up her nose "too bad we don't have Bry here to try this cheese out for us." Just the thought made her grin as she swirled her wand around in the air and continued to stir the bubbling polka dot mass of swirling yellow-blue.

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Kala wasn't listening to anything Professor Storm was saying, she just randomly choose cheeses based on their colors, how cute they were and their lack of bad smell. She burned a little bit of the cheese while she was getting yummy pastries and thinks her cheese has the bubonic plague.
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Tori Deveaux-Carroll
 Posted: May 9 2017, 08:54 PM
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"Sweet Summer Child"

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Normal, muggle, wand-less home ec the hufflepuff knew she could do. She wouldn't have even bothered signing up for such a class. She had been cooking since she was seven, plenty of time in the past nine years to try many different styles of dishes. She was no where near a master chef, probably not even amateur, but she could get by with following a recipe and was decent enough that she could try new things without feeling nervous. But never once had she used magic to cook. She knew it would certainly come in handy, it sped up the cooking process and allowed one to multitask much easier. But it involved so many different charms, and she tended to fall flat when it came to charms. So she had, with only a little apprehension, signed the roster for home ec.

It certainly helped that she had seen the names of her friends on the list, Finlay Storm and Aki Sei. It was also a small bit of happiness that she saw her cousin sign the paper as well, though the two weren't exactly on the best of terms at the moment. In fact, she was doing her best to avoid his eye as she hurried in after her herbology class, wringing water out of her skirt.

She eyed the large tower of cheese as she set her book next to a cauldron by the window. Certainly if anyone else had tried that, it would fall. But then, wouldn't the whole tower also collapse once someone took one of the cheeses from it and ruined the balance? Her brown eyes surveyed the bottom of the tower, trying to discern whether magic had merely stacked the food or was also keeping it standing. It would be difficult to tell without testing it in some way. She was most definitely not going to be the one to test that.

The sudden start of the class broke her from her thoughts and she smiled at the quote. "J. R. R. Tolkien. The Hobbit." She spoke quietly to herself, not wanting to draw attention away from the class or even caring about the singular house point. If Tori's love of herbology had come from her mother, then she had definitely inherited her father' love of literature. His room was full of books and she remembered with bittersweet fondness reading to him to stabilize his mood. The titles ranged from Tolkien's fantasy-adventure to more historical fiction such as The Book Thief and even into some wizarding favorites like The Tales of Beedle the Bard. She still read to him when she got the chance, but now her opportunities were sparse.

Perhaps if she managed to learn to cook using magic, she could spare more time to visit her father. Fondue did seem a heavy place to start, though. It was easy to mess it up cooking the muggle way, Tori had failed at making it enough times to know that. In fact, she was positive she had only ever succeeded in making a fondue once and that time was such a surprise to her that she had rushed in setting the table and knocked the pot over. Normally she might hazard a thought at it being easier with magic but of course she had no clue what cheeses were which in that pile.

She studied the cheeses again, more carefully this time. She knew a fondue was typically made with swiss, Gruyère and...one other cheese she couldn't quite recall. Swiss was easy enough to pick out, just look for any cheese with holes. Of course, there were multiple ones and she hesitantly grabbed one, hoping it would be right. Gruyère was a hard cheese, so she tentatively poked at the various dairy products until she found one that did not yield and just decided to go with it. Now for the third cheese... Her teeth chewed lightly on her right inner cheek as she thought, her hand floating between the different cheeses. Finally she settled on a safe-looking white cheese.

She took the dairy products back to her cauldron, snagging a pastry as she passed them. Certainly this couldn't be too hard, right? She dumped her ingredients into the pot, watching the other students with some apprehension. She tried to mimic them, repeating the stirring motion with her wand and spells she heard some of them muttering. Barely minutes had passed before her own fondue began to boil and hiss, the texture starting to look grainy. Hastily she stopped her movements and lowered the heat, afraid she might have burned it, but of course there was only one true way to tell. She pulled open a drawer and grabbed a small spoon, dipping it into the cheese sauce and tasting. It really couldn't be that bad, right?

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Tori is trying her best to look like she knows what she's doing but is pretty sure that fondue for the very first class is more of a fondon't.
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Helena Poe
 Posted: May 12 2017, 08:18 AM
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Helena was, frankly, a great cook. No one else quite seemed to agree with this opinion, however. On the occassions where Helena wished to be a good elder sister and cook for her younger siblings, everyone tended to conveniently find excuses to eat something else, or otherwise bluntly point out that her latest culinary experiment was not actually edible for human beings. The Ravenclaw thought this was a gross exaggeration, because she thought the combination of pickle juice and peppermint in her beef stew was perfect for a nice evening meal together. Still, after the upteenth time she'd been told a negative comment about her cooking skills, the seventh year thought she could at least try taking a class. Helena didn't think it would actually help, because she was already a great cook, as she stated, but she supposed it was worth a try.

So, here she was, in Magical Home Economics, decidedly not dressed for cooking, especially not messy, cheesy fondue. But that was what cleaning spells were for, after all, and Helena was hardly going to let a thing like "the rules" stop her from dressing her best. The seventh year was wearing her usual dark and dramatic ensemble, complete with lace gloves, blood red corset, billowing skirt and full makeup. To complete the look, she had the poise and grin of a true victorian lady. If she were a creepy vampire, that is. In any case, Helena was still a good student (she wasn't Ravenclaw for nothing), so she paid attention to the instructions with the kind of intense concentration one paid difficult math problems. Fondue... hmm, she hummed thoughtfully to herself. It was too bad cheeses were the only ingredients allowed. A little blood orange and peppercorn would make this so much better!

With a small sigh at the lack of options, Helena nonetheless headed towards the cheeses, eying each block experimentally, before concluding they looked too similar to be able to decide like this. Obviously, this was a job for her divination skills, she concluded. Taking out a pronged wooden stick that hummed vaguely with magical energy, Helena began to use the dowsing rod to determine which cheese to use. Ignoring any wideeyed stares in her direction, the Ravenclaw seriously moved from one cheese to another, until the rod vibrated fiercely upon one, then two, then three---slicing off a piece from each, Helena swiftly took up her chosen cheese to place in the fondue.

The spirits had already spoken, this would be the most delicious of dishes, Helena thought to herself smiling happily, and all too creepily as always.

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Helena is the kind of cook who is great for Halloween joke dishes.... and nothing else. She is disappointed that the fondue is only made of cheeses and nothing else but she follows instructions like a good lil claw anyway. ....and uses a dowsing rod to find her three cheeses. Nothing to see here, folks.


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Elias Deveaux
 Posted: May 13 2017, 04:36 PM
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"The Boy With The Thorn In His Side"

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He spotted his cousin from the corner of his eye and could feel the familiar melancholy overwhelming his senses for a brief moment. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was replaced with a cool expression marked by his bored eyes and neutral lips. He walked into the classroom with a casual stride, his usual bookbag absent from his shoulders. Elias figured he wouldn’t have needed it for class because this was a cooking class, if he remembered from the letters he received from Professor Storm.

Speaking of which, the Slytherin still wondered what had made him respond to the initial OWL in the first place. He had half a mind to throw away the letter and ignore it, but some mysterious force in his mind commanded him to answer it, so he did. After several exchanges, it was clear that the other person knew how to cook, but Elias was caught off-guard when the stranger revealed themselves to be none other than Riordan Storm, the home-economics teacher. While Elias didn’t feel inclined to participate because of a few measly letters, he decided that he would to see just exactly how skilled the professor was in terms of cooking.

Taking a seat close to his cousin, but not close enough that the two would be in talking distance of each other, he listened as the professor gave a warm introduction. It looked like this professor actually wanted to be teaching, which was good because otherwise, Elias would not want to be sitting here. It became apparent that the class was going to make fondue today. Elias frowned. Considering how he never cooked in his life--there were house elves for that--he wasn’t sure what his results were going to be. He could only hope that the cheese wouldn’t be set on fire because that would definitely earn him some raised eyebrows. The boy didn’t particularly care about what type of cheese he grabbed, so he grabbed a few haphazardly and didn’t look at what his hands had seized. Dumping them into his cauldron, he awaited the results.

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Elias stares creepily at Tori and Professor Storm. Hopefully, he doesn't poison anyone in his attempt to make edible stuff....

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It had taken a while for Bill to get the right speed in cheese-stirring; he could manage the incantation itself well enough, but somehow despite all his concentration the bubbling yellowed mixture always seemed to be going too slow or two fast. The former risked burning the bottom, and the latter just sent little spatters up onto Bill's school robes -- a few had already dried and set.

Gradually, the other ingredients which had been laid out were fed into the bubbling cauldron of cheese mess. Some sort of juice; smelled like lemons. A powdery substance; starch? Maybe flour? The Badger grumbled quietly to himself as he squeezed what he was sure was mustard into the mix, but the sound cut off and the big young man gave a curious blink as sparks flicked up with the sauce made contact with the mixture and gloopily absorbed itself. Was....was fondue supposed to do that? They were making it with magic, but Bill didn't exactly find lightning food all that appetising. Perhaps he ought to ask the professor, but for a moment the burly Badger had to hesitate as he pondered over whether he had missed something in the explanation. Bill tried to listen in class, he really did, but he was always certain that he'd missed something somewhere along the way.

Out in the hall, Duke had missed his master. The crup had sniffed his way up and down along the bottom of the classroom door, tantalised by the delicious scents which drifted gently on the castle's constant drafts and made more eager by the knowledge of Bill's being inside with such lovely smelling things. A few scratches had been given to the wood, and a plaintive howl sent up to the ceiling as the minutes dragged on, but to no avail until a student had call to step out in the hallway with a note. The door had barely cracked open more than two inches before a little streak of brown and white skittered its way inside and across the floor with two tails whipping back and forth in double time.

"Duke!" Bill hissed in embarrassment, hunching over at the wriggling canine that was suddenly doing circles around his feet with a couple of glances to the front of the room. Had Professor Storm seen him? If he hadn't he soon would, with Duke hopping up and down on his hind legs to beg for a taste of the cheesy treats he could smell all around him like doggie nirvana. The Badger had to take three tries to catch hold of his squirming pet, his still vigorously swirling fondue being forgotten for the moment. Duke was licking happily at the front of his school robes, trying to nibble away at the crusty spatter of cheese which had caught there while the sixth year straightened again.

Bill looked at his cauldron, heavy brown brows knitting tightly together over a confused cocoa gaze. He was absolutely certain that even magic fondue should not have been sparking that much.

It probably shouldn't have been turning green either.

Or expanding that much....

"DUCK!" The Badger shouted as he dropped down in front of his counter.


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Bill's real bad attempts at cooking start to swell up while he's distracted with his pet crup Duke sneaking into class. There is a cheese-splosion. If your desk was near Bill's then I must apologise for the state of your clothing.

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"I AM THE AFTERNOON NAP"

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The way to a man's heart was through his stomach, as the saying went. Granted, the badger didn't have a man he was pining after---he wasn't even gay, despite what people might've said---but he did love himself, and by that fact alone, he obviously had to learn to cook. To win his own heart, or whatever. It did help, of course, that the lazy wizard considered Home Economics to, perhaps, be one of the easier electives he could take. Add in the fact that he'd notice plenty of very pretty girls sign up for the class and the boy was sold, hook-line-and-stinker!

He was very serious about his studies, though, and while he assumed the class would be easy, he didn't want to show the professor as much. So Gavin had taken to arriving on time, and had come prepared even (on time), with a simple apron wrapped around his waist and his wand neatly beside a notebook and quill on the table beside the pewter cauldrons (that he set up, on time), with a concentrated look clear on his goofy face that essentially said hey buddy, I was on time and I'm ready to go!

He was such an angelic student.

With surprising focus, Gavin listened to the professor as he began the lesson, nodding slowly at his instructions to show he was paying attention. The rainy day must have been indicative of some temporary lapse of reality, as the Hufflepuff genuinely had paid attention and knew exactly what to do. Of course, not being an expert on cheese, Gavin couldn't necessarily distinguish one smelly chunk of cheese to next. But he at least could pick what smelled decent enough to him, and that was essentially how he decided on his three choices for the fondue.

With them picked, Gavin followed through with procedure, tossing the cheeses into the cauldron and using a spell to stir them around.

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Gavin thinks this will be an easy class to pass and... actually pays attention and knows what to do. He picks his cheeses based on what smells good to him. X3 Moment of truth woo!

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"Need a little sweetness in my life 🍰"

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If Riordan was being completely honest with himself, teaching was not exactly what he had been expecting to do with his life at the short age of twentyfive. But hey, not all dreams do come true, or well… some do and they just end up getting burned down to the ground by completely accidental and not at all on purpose fires that make him lose all his money in repair bills and what not. As his dear Grammy would say: ‘Cheese happens, lads’. Get it? Cheese! He had to hold back a chuckle as he looked at his students from the safety of his desk, smiling at his cousin and observing carefully how everyone chose cheeses for their fondues - some putting thought into it, some seeming to choose completely randomly. Well, it was what was to be expected, he had told them to use their culinary instincts after all. Honestly, this teaching thing didn’t seem too hard at all, it was actually kind of fun, and most the students looked like they were having fun as well. So, in his most humble opinion, he was doing a pretty decent job for someone who had never planned on becoming a teacher and had worked as a haute cuisine chef for most of his not-so-very-responsible adult life. At least no disasters had happened...yet.

Spoke too soon, Riordan, spoke too freakin’ soon. Just when he was about to metaphorically pat himself in the back for being such a good professor and having such good students... it happened. Well, he heard it before it happened, or he rather heard the warning yell of Bill Walker before he disappeared under the counter. Half a second later the explosion came, gooey green cheese splashing soundly over anyone and anything in the vicinity of Mr. Walker’s workspace. My, the house elves would have a fun time cleaning that up, Riordan even felt sorry for the poor things as he walked towards the crime scene which looked more like someone had put Slimer from Ghostbuster’s into a microwave or something. “Are you alright? How about we try not to make things explode from now on…” the professor said, and he really wanted to be serious but an explosion of green cheese was too hilarious for him not to smile.

Then, his eyes set on the dog who was happily wagging both his tails as if there was no problem at all, and if Riordan couldn’t be serious before, he certainly couldn’t be serious now that there was an adorable pup in the room. At that moment his mind was going on about something along the lines of ‘In the name of Julia Child, butter and all that’s holy, is that a Crup? I want to pet it sooooo bad’. Yes, Professor Storm was a sucker for dogs, his ultimate not-so-secret weakness and all that jazz. In an attempt to keep composure, he cleared his throat with a slight cough. “Uhmm...you might want to stop him eating that, who knows what it might do to the poor thing. He can stay in the class if you want though.”

“Alright everyone! Let’s try keep the explosions and disasters to a minimum” Riordan addressed the class merrily, walking back towards his desk not without before glancing at the results most students had produced. Oh boy…’note to self, bake some biscuits for the house elves for all their troubles’.

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Riordan smiles at his cousin because he's sweet like that and thinks he's doing a super awesome job as a professor...until @Bill Walker's cheesexplosion happens. He goes to check if Bill is okay and swoons about puppers before deciding he needs to bake something for the poor house elves that will have to clean that room after this disaster of a class. He also like...tells everyone not to make things explode and stuff

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