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 Home Ec. Fall Class 1 - Fall Equinox, Let's prepare some autumn dishes!
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NO WEAPONS ALLOWED IN THIS CLASSROOM
(Cooking utensils are not to be used against your fellow students)


The sign had been hanging from the door of the Magical Home Economics classroom ever since everyone had returned from vacation. It was hard to say if it had been Professor Storm who had hanged it or if he had asked someone else to do it for him, as the red letters were most definitely written in a handwriting that was much more clear and more understandable than Riordan’s. Whatever the case, the one thing that was obvious was that it existence was a result of the events occurred during the last class held during summer, and that the Hufflepuff Alumni would never again host a class outside of the castle - although the duration of “never again” was quite debatable when coming from someone like him. It was specially debatable when considering that the better part of the lesson of that particular day would take place outside of the safety of his own classroom.

Who could have really blamed him on a day like that one? Out the window, not a single dark clouds loomed, the breeze of an approaching autumn swaying distant treetops with the chill of a weather that was no longer warm. But while the weather may have called for cozy sweaters much alike the one Riordan found himself wearing that particular day, the temperature at the Magical Home Economics classroom had always been one temperate and comfortable - likely the result of the heat that radiated from ovens which were rarely ever off. That day, they actually were, as they awaited for the students to begin baking the sweet fall treats which's recipes he may have made one too many copies of. It was a Friday, September the 22nd, the day summer came to its final end, giving room for the autumn that had been long awaited. Of course, it was a time for celebration.

The idea that had come up while doing what Riordan did best; baking, by the side of Marco of all people, who now also stood in that classroom as the first students began to arrive rather early. Why was Professor Connor there? What did Magical Home Economics and Astronomy have in common? All good questions any student may have asked. See, an Equinox was a relevant astronomical event, one that had been celebrated by cultures around the globe for one too many centuries - where there was celebration, there was food, and where there was food, there was Riordan. “Hello everybody! Welcome to Magical Home Economics! Today we have a very special class, so please look for your name in the blackboard and take a seat according to your assigned recipe,” the professor and former haute cuisine chef exclaimed with a bright smile, his accent marking every word with notes of thick Gaelic. And there was indeed a list on the blackboard, the names of all students split in four columns under different titles: Cool Apple Nog, Harvest Morning Muffins, Pumpkin Bread, Witches Apple Pudding.

“You will find your lists of ingredients and instructions next to your seats. Of course, you’re welcome to work alone or with people who have been assigned the same recipe as you.” Instructions were delivered calmly, unlike the rushed and excited way in which Riordan spoke on the regular basis. Arguably, cooking was one of the only things in life he truly took seriously. “As some of you may already know, today is the day of Fall Equinox, and for that reason, all recipes that have been provided today are of traditional Fall Equinox dishes!” Although, while he may have taken his class seriously, he still sounded all too joyful and happy, bright green eyes shooting one quick glance in the direction of his fellow professor before continuing with his explanation. “It is also why Professor Connor is here with us today and why has offered us his assistance with this class. Everything we prepare here will be served at the Equinox Celebration held at the Astronomy Tower later this evening, to which you’re all more than invited and welcome to attend. So, let’s get cooking, shall we? Please do try not to cause any fire hazards this time around!” Ominous words delivered with an ever cheerful smile.

Well, at least everything edible would be served, as it would have been a true shame if anyone ended up accidentally poisoned that evening.

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Hello hello, welcome to Home Ec! It's a cold day when fall is finally about to arrive, and Riordan has prepared a very special class in collaboration with our favourite Astronomy Professor! Let's properly celebrate Fall Equinox! He's cheerful, and wearing a very cozy sweater, all while hoping no one will burn anything!

Instructions will be in the next post!

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Hello everyone and welcome to Fall Term’s first Magical Home Economics class! I hope you’re as excited to be here as I am, because as Riordan mentioned, during this class we will be making treats and drinks for the party that will be held at the Astronomy Tower on the night of Fall Equinox! This is a collaboration class, so feel free to hop over to Astronomy if you’d like to join on the Equinox party fun!

This time around, Riordan has provided four recipes of different difficulties that have been assigned to the students according to their answers to the sign-up questions. This is what your character will be making during the class. Feel free to write up what happens as they go through the instructions and then simply roll to see if things go terrifically well or horribly wrong! The rolling system will be explained below, there isn’t a post requirement for a dish completion so post as much as you want and do your recipe again if you so desire! Most importantly, have fun! Let's get bakin', shall we!?

RECIPES


COOL APPLE NOG! Supervisor: @Delany Storm (TA)
@Finlay Storm, @Reade Hensley, Martín Marzán, @Maddox Lothian, Weiss Richardson, @Felix Wolfhard, Idys Ward, @Juno Moreau
    350 ml. frozen apple juice
    10 Frost Salamander eggs
    1/4 teaspoon grated lemon peel
    1 tablespoon lemon juice
    1/8 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    dash of ground nutmeg
    1/2 cup dragon milk
Whirl all ingredients until smooth. Garnish each serving with fresh mint sprigs.

HARVEST MORNING MUFFINS! Supervisor: Professor Riordan Storm
Gabriela Dalca, @Seraphina Windsor, Petra Connor, @Dahlia Lawrence, @Ailani Kealoha, Sophie Berkeley, @Brandy Sage, @Adelaide Carlisle, @Fionn McMahon
    3 Ashwinder eggs
    1/2 cup Elfin Sugar Crystals
    1/2 cup vegetable oil
    1 cup grated apples
    1 cup grated carrots
    2 cups flour
    1 tbs. baking powder
    1/4 tsp. salt
    1/2 tsp. cinnamon
Preheat the oven to 190 degrees Celsius. Lightly grease a 12-muffin tin or line it with paper liners. Set aside. In a bowl, blend the eggs, sugar and oil until well combined. Use your wand to stir in the
grated apples and carrots. In a separate bowl, sift the flour, baking powder, salt and cinnamon. Blend the dry ingredients with the apple mixture until just combined. Spoon the batter into the muffin tins and bake for 25 minutes.

PUMPKIN BREAD! Supervisor: Professor Marco Connor
Hadriana Pursglove, @Gavin Woodbane, @Paris Moon, @Ramir Khan, Athelstan Munn, Tatienne Mulligan, @Victoria Isley
    1/2 stick unsalted butter
    1/2 cup Elfin Sugar Crystals
    2 Jobberknoll eggs
    1/2 cup pumpkin
    1/4 cup plain yogurt
    1/4 cup honey
    1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    1 cup flour
    1 teaspoon baking powder
    1 teaspoon cinnamon
    1/4 teaspoon salt
    1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
    1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
1. Preheat oven to 190 degrees Celsius. Lightly grease a bread pan or line with paper liners.
2. In a bowl, use your wand to beat together the butter and sugar rapidly until smooth. Then, slowly, add the eggs and combine. Add the pumpkin, yogurt, honey and vanilla and combine until smooth.
3. In a separate bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, ginger and allspice. Fold this mixture into the pumpkin mixture and combine until smooth.
4. Pour into the prepared pan and place in the center of the oven. Bake for 45 to 50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.


WITCHES APPLE PUDDING! Supervisor: @Moth Skelton (TA)
@Briar Rose de Sainte-Maure, @Felton Quigley, @Cadi Harris, @Selene Daphne Lee, Nechtan McMahon, @Alani Lua-Millers

Dough:
    2 cups flour
    4 Tsp. baking powder
    3/4 cup dragon milk
    1/2 Tsp. salt
    1 Fwooper egg.
Combine the above ingredients as you would for biscuits and set aside for later.
Fillings:
    6 apples sliced
    1 Tsp. cinnamon
    3 Tsp. Elfin Sugar Crystals
Combine in baking dish and use your wand to stir.
Syrup:
    1 cup water
    1 Tsp. butter
    1/2 cup Glumbumble honey
Use the appropriate spells to bring syrup to a boil. Drop the biscuit mixture on top of the fruit. Pour hot syrup over all and bake at 190 degrees Celsius for about 40 minutes. Serve warm.

*SUPERVISORS ARE COOKING TOO!


ROLL SYSTEM


Just like Riordan warned, the roll system will proceed on a scale of 1 to 10 - where 1 will result to be a perfectly executed dish and a 10, well, better get the fire extinguisher ready or those Aguamenti Charms. Some of the ingredients used can be extremely volatile, so a failure could be the result of multiple factors and not your character's fault in the least. That's up to your writer's discretion, my friends.

1-2: Bravo! C'est magnifique! Haven't you considered a future in Haute Cuisine?
3-5: Almost perfect, your dish may be just slightly burned or your drink overly frozen.
6-8: Did you confuse the sugar and the salt? Did you use the wrong kind of eggs? So much could go wrong. My oh my.
9-10: There may be fire, there may be explosions, someone may turn green because of it and purple fumes may rise up in the air. Whatever happens, it surely wasn't in the recipe, do be careful!

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Hope you all have fun! As always, you can contact me if you have any concerns <3

SIGN UPS ARE STILL OPEN FOR ANYONE WHO WISHES TO PARTICIPATE. Just make sure to tag Riordan when you do sign up (that way I can assign you a recipe <3)

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Dahlia Lawrence: 1
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Gabriela Dalca: 2
Hadriana Pursglove: 2
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Martín Marzán: 2
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Nechtan McMahon: 1
Paris Moon: 1
Petra Connor: 1
Ramir Khan: 1
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Seraphina Windsor: 2
Tatienne Mulligan: 2
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    Moth had never been a bad cook: it was one of the little life skills he'd picked up when he hid away in attics with nothing but dusty books for company. To a small and often very hungry child, the pictures in recipe books interested him - the way everything was laid out, the way it all looked so pretty and, of course, delicious. It was nothing like any food he'd seen before: themed biscuits iced in beautiful colours, pies and pastries full to burst with all manner of things. The pictures and the words burnt themselves into the back of his mind, and inspired him to learn. If he was going to cook his own food, why not make it the best food he can? he had limited ingredients, of course, and Moth often had to make do and mend - he didn't always have the time to steal something from the house elves in the kitchens. Cooking, the smells and feelings of everything that he had made, that he had created, and that he could eat... It felt good.

    Given all of that, however, Home Ec could be a real pile of shit sometimes.

    It wasn't that Professor Storm was a bad person: in all accounts he seemed to be one of the more "nicer" adults Moth had met, but he was ever so smiley and friendly and it really just annoyed him. He tried to be polite - as polite as Moth could be - he may have even smiled at him once, just barely. Though that might've just been him smiling at the food he'd made. Either way, the professor wasn't the worst person in the world. Making him this lesson's teaching assistant, though? That was rather cruel. There'd been a choice involved, and Moth hadn't exactly said no, but he was still grimacing in the seconds before the rest of the class came in through as he finished setting up his table. Witches Apple Pudding, a recipe that sounded delicious, of course. There was a little doubt in Moth's mind as to whether he should even bother helping people with it: it's not as if they would want him around anyways. He glanced over to the two professors stood together as the rest of the class began to enter, and he sighed. Professor Storm seemed to think that Moth held enough standing in the class to supervise, maybe he should attempt a mask of confidence himself... or at least look approachable, or something The aforementioned mask of confidence often tended to come across as a nasty resting bitch face, but either way, Moth was trying.

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Moth grumbles about being a TA for a bit, then makes a really good sort-of-good not-that-good effort to look ~friendly~ and ~confident~ and ~approachable~ as he waits for his group to wander over

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Reade was very excited to be heading towards his first Magical Home Economics class. For one thing, he had heard that these classes got a little crazy and that the professor was known for having a pretty relaxed attitude. He liked that kind of class mainly for its variability; he got to experience a lot more magic when the class was practical and a bit disorganised.

The other reason he was excited was that he was going to be cooking. Even as he got older his parents wouldn’t let him do much more than use the kettle, which more often than not they monitored. The fact that his mother would have been a neurotic mess at the thought of him handling knives and hot pans made him giddy and he walked to class with a grin plastered across his face.

Reade didn’t see the sign as he entered the warm, noisy, Magical Home Economics classroom, but weapons weren’t something that he needed to remember not to bring and he wouldn’t have dreamed of hurting anyone else with cooking equipment. He hovered by the door, wondering what to do next, and turned towards what he assumed was the professor’s voice when he started talking.

“... please look for your name on the blackboard ...”

Reade stifled a sigh. He listened to the rest of the instructions and then made his way to where he estimated his teacher was standing. “Uh, professor?” he asked, hoping he had the right person. “Can you tell me which group I’m in?”

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For quite possibly the first time in her life, Alani Lua-Millers was on time. It wasn’t because someone had given her the wrong time either, but rather, she had just been so excited for to start this semester’s Home Ec. Class that she actually gotten her things together before hand and had cut her daily journey to the lake much shorter than usual. Back at Ilvermorny, they didn’t really have a class like this. Or, if they did she hadn’t been able to take it. It was a shame really, as Alani loved to spend time in the kitchen. Ever since she was a small child, she had been cooking for herself, mostly due to the fact that her mother insisted that her self-imposed dietary restrictions were just a fad.

Over the summer, she and her new stepfather had purchased one of them newfangled muggle television devices and had spent many of the cold, grey, rainy days binge watching a show called Masterchef. Of course, she fell in love with the idea of being a professional cook and all but completely took over the cooking at home. She still found working with animal products quite difficult, having almost thrown up from guilt and disgust the first time she handled a raw chicken breast. Still, she had managed to server her parents something of a meal and had gotten a little better at cooking with it, even if her stomach still tried to tie itself in knots.

Seeing that there were no meats today, Alani was very pleased and almost let out an audible sigh of relief as flounced happily over to her station, a wide grin adorning her tanned face. Her long sun-bleached locks, still wet from her morning swim, had been pulled tightly back into a braid of sorts and, for once, was not constantly trying to fall into her face. As her bag fell next to her bare feet with a soft “fwomp,” she waved at the professor before turning around to see the rest of her group and assess exactly what they were to be making

Surprisingly enough, the Hawaiian was only the second person to arrive. Normally by the time she came rushing to class, the room was full and everyone was hard at work. It as a new sensation for her and took some time to adjust to. Usually she had to jump in blindly and try to figure out what she as doing instead of having plenty of time to rap her head around things like today. “Wow, quiet it is in here, yeah?” She said the student next to her, still grinning widely as she chirped in her strong American accent. “I’m Alani by the way! It’s nice to meet you! I think we’re working together! Isn’t this great? I’m excited, yeah?” As she prattled on, she seemed completely oblivious to the other student's struggle to look approachable and confident. "Actually I was wondering. I would love to do the filling, yeah? Normally, baking with milk and butter and eggs, I don't do it. I can probably do it but I'm just not used to it and.... Really great at cutting apples, I am, yeah?. Or any fruit. Or vegetable. But do you mind? Because you can do it if you want."


Alani is on time for basically the first time in her life, not counting all those times people gave her an earlier time. She's really excited about class and has also decided that, instead of being a professional surfer, she wants to surf AND be a Masterchef... We'll see how that goes. She also says hi to Moth and is possibly quite annoying. Oh and she wants to know if she can make the filling.

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Cooking wasn't exactly supposed to be a spectacle, but one could hardly tell judging from simply watching home economics. He didn't want to take the class at first, mostly because he'd never found cooking to be much of a social activity. For Paris, being in the kitchen went hand in hand with being alone and experiencing nothing but his own thoughts, bland though they might be. He didn't like having other people stick their nose in his business, and he certainly didn't like being told what to do when it came to the things that he wanted to make. But he had no choice in the matter when the school was practically forcing him to take electives and, seeing as he was failing almost everything other than Care of Magical Creatures, he'd begrudgingly signed up for the fall.

Really though, he couldn't have exuded less enthusiasm if he tried as he shuffled slowly down the first floor hallway and through the classroom doors. The wave of regret that instantly crashed over him as he opened the door and saw the commotion that was unfolding in front of him was almost enough to send him spinning right back around and down the stairs back to the Hufflepuff dorms. The only reason that he didn't do precisely that was because Hadriana was standing right behind him and he could practically visualize the look of disappoint on her face if he bailed.

And he didn't have the patience to suffer through that.

Directing his attention back to the class that he really did not want to participate in, Paris squinted at the board for a moment to try and make out what was written. When the hastily scribbled white lines finally managed to assort themselves into legible letters for him, he finally realized that they were baking and he was going to be making pumpkin bread with...Professor Connor supervising him. He hadn't even noticed the Astronomy teacher's presence until that moment, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly what the man was doing in the class. To say that he was a welcome sight would be massively inaccurate, seeing as Paris had failed astronomy. Even if he hadn't, he would have never considered pursuing NEWT levels in the subject. There was nothing interesting about space, and certainly nothing to concern himself with when all his problems were practically right in his surroundings. What did he care about outer space?

At least it seemed like Hadriana was going to be with him. He never thought he'd look forward to her presence on anything, but it was certainly better than being stuck with a bunch of inept monkeys. Then again, he didn't know anything about her cooking skill either. He just hoped she wasn't god awful. Besides, this was pumpkin bread. What could go wrong with pumpkin bread?

He moved past the crowd of students to an empty station, and stared at the ingredients already laid out for him and everyone else. Professor Riordan did say that they could all work alone, but Paris honestly suspected that he was saying it just for show. He didn't know some of the other names on the list in front of him, but it was plenty evident that no one else in his group other than the two of them had managed to show up yet.

"Do we get started or do we wait?" He asked, still squinting at the ingredient list and instructions to make sure that he wouldn't get any measurements wrong later. If he was going to do this, he might as well do a good job of it.

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the local grump has shown up. paris doesn't really want to be here despite his love of cooking but is with @Hadriana Pursglove and is secretly glad that he has someone sane in his group. nothing really happens yet.



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Fall was never quite as entertaining as summer, but still it had its perks - Halloween, for example. The Fall Equinox was not quite a date Delany had on her radar, and to be entirely honest, Riordan's class was more than just a subtle reminder that such things existed. The Storm girl was not taking Astronomy, but she was one of the teaching assistance, ready to supervise these kids in her group. She knew who had which receipt and was glad that Fin was in her group - although that did also increase the chances of chaos and mayhem ensueing within a few moments. It wasn't so bad, and she was ready to take the lead in order to prepare some Cool Apple Nog. Fall Equinox was apparently all about the apples - and not that bass, who would have guessed? She pushed the robes of her uniform upwards while blue eyes scanned the list of ingredients. "Salamander eggs" she read out loud, quirking a brow at the sheet of parchment before looking at Riordan. Honestly, her desire to drink anything that contained salamander eggs was rather low, so she hoped one of her groupmates was going to take these over.

"I'm taking the lemon juice!" Lany announced soundly, acquiring the squeezer and some lemons in order to get started. Good thing she came prepared and had her hair tied up in a messy bun already, as it had the annoying tendency to keep getting in her way. The mentality of a small drill instructor clearly worked well when one was working in a group, and without even thinking of taking her wand out. Delany Storm never relied too much on magic, which might be one of the reasons why she was so fond of Magical Home Economics. Instead, she grabbed a knife to cut the lemons in half in order to squeeze the juice out of them. It was a good activity before chaos around her would break loose, she was sure.

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Delany is happy she's grouped with her twin, @Finlay Storm but expects chaos to happen. She volunteers to take care of the lemon juice and gets started.

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Athelstan couldn't stop wondering if Professor Storm had deliberately thrown him in the pumpkin bread group because of the arrow incident during the summer class. Oh, his father had heard about that. Now, he was supvervised by Professor Connor and teamed up with a bunch of dudes he did not know and two pretty girls. Wasn't that young Miss Pursglove? She looked wonderful, really. He was going to tell her in a bit when he was doing throwing dirty gazes at Professor Storm. That sign on the door was ridiculous and completely unnecessary, and he felt shaded. Stan did not like feeling like this, even if he might have deserved it for almost killing Martín in the last class. Minor details, really. People needed to learn that if one saw a mermaid, it needed to be shot immediately. That was just common sense, just like you shot a fox when going fox hunting - easy as that. Grabbing the strap of his back, he marched over to Hadriana and Paris, dropping his belongings right there and offering a smile to both - and a small bow to the lady in question.

"Aw, did you wait for me to get started?" he grinned as he looked at the receipt. That sounded complicated. Not that he was going to say that out loud, because he was a master chef of course - unlike one listened to his brother or Brydon, both test subjects for his disastrous creations. "Now, who's going to do what? Miss Hadriana can just stand beside the oven and it will preheat itself, blushing at the sight of her beauty," Stan stated smoothly, while his finger ran over the list of ingredients and instructions. "I want to beat the butter!" Maybe he could throw it at someone - accidentally, of course, in case Storm wanted to give him detention again. Ha, he could try.

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Despite the destructive tendencies some of his students seemed to have, there was always something which managed to charm a smile to the professor’s lips when a class had just began. Then again, there were a lot of things in the world which managed to make Riordan smile, and during that class in particular, that smile turned into a grin ever so bright - if only for the fact that he was excited, for presences like that of Marco Connor were rare and yet always welcomed in his class. In all truth and honesty, Riordan himself did not know much about the Equinox at all, aside from the obvious food portion of the celebration, because his main concern in life had always been food. It hadn’t done him much good when attending Hogwarts at all, and the fact that he had managed to end up becoming a professor at the school was almost ironic, especially after his dreams of being a famous chef had been quite literally burned to the ground. Good thing the students would never know a thing about that.

In part, it was why he was so concerned with safety, why he was almost paranoid about it and had placed the students with the least trustworthy answers to his questions in a group away from all fire hazards and harm. A group that included both his cousins, as he was all too aware of how accidentally destructive Finlay could be, which said a lot when considering they had all grown up around wild dragons that sometimes seemed much more tame than the younger Storm. Hopefully, Delany would be able to keep an eye on him. That was all he could do; hope, offering a warm smile to his cousin when her gaze met his own. And of course, then there was the student standing in front of him, the one he had not forgotten about despite what everyone may have thought. Riordan Storm may have been many things, but he was not inattentive, one could not be inattentive when being raised a Storm.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Hensley. Welcome to Magical Home Economics. You’ll be making Cool Apple Nog today, the group is towards the front of the class. Here’s your copy of the recipe. Feel free to approach me or your group’s supervisor if you have any concerns.” The former chef said, his tone cheerful as he reached for one of the sheets of paper on his desk and offered it to the young badger, instructions written in Braille thanks to the careful use of a charm - definitely not inattentive. “I have to go check on my own group. I hope you have fun in class today!” The words were sincere, and with that, he walked towards the table where the girls with also rather concerning replies would be making muffins. One could only pray they would not burn anything, as he surely could not have half the class making apple nog instead of baking.

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Riordan is a very happy Riordan. He's a bit concerned about @Finlay Storm's known accidentally destructive tendencies and hopes @Delany Storm can keep an eye on him. He smiles at her before talking to @Reade Hensley and giving him a copy of his group's recipe in Braille. Then, he heads towards the muffin group.

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There had always been a certain appeal to baking, to pastel coloured pastries and icing that curled in the most wonderful of ways. And yet, no matter how appealing it was, Hadriana Pursglove had never truly baked anything until the most recent year, as she had never had a need to do such a thing until then. She had never been a spoiled girl, not really, but there were certain privileges that came with being a pureblood, with being well-off and having house elves who would make delicious meals. It was all quite different now, and while Magical Home Economics was a class she wanted to take, one that interest her and one she needed, there was always that innate insecurity to the girl, especially when things could so easily burn. One would have thought that baking would come as naturally as potions did, but honestly, sometimes it seemed like cupcakes were the only thing the badger could bake.

Eventually, it was why she followed Paris so closely as they walked towards the class, why she was thankful for his presence despite knowing that perhaps there was a part of him that did not want to attend. It was easy to find strength in her friends, to feel more comfortable when they were near, and oh how she wished he wouldn’t leave her alone at that place. Thankfully, it looked like he wouldn’t, and there was a certain relief that came as instructions were pronounced and she realized she would be in the same ground as her friend, smiling faintly at him. She had more confidence in his cooking abilities than her own, and that said a lot considering she didn’t even know if Paris could actually cook at all, but on most days it was easier to trust others than herself. And so, she smiled, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and smoothing down her uniform’s skirt as she read the instructions Professor Storm had left from them.

Pumpkin Bread didn’t sound all that hard to make, and she was about to say they should get started when Athelstan Munn arrived, carrying those compliments that made her comfort crash to the ground and shatter in a million pieces as if made of glass. It made her cough. It made bright shades of pink and rosé colour her cheeks as she looked down at her shoes, moving slightly closer to Paris out of instinct alone. That was a joke, right? It had to be a joke. No one could say such things seriously, especially not to someone like her. Miss Hadriana. No one had called her that in a while. “Uhmm…Thank you? But that is a bit unlikely, Athelstan. Don’t you think so too?” Hadriana managed to say, voice quiet and sweet, feeling almost glad when the boy seemed to grow distracted thanks to the task at hand. “Is there anything in particular you want to do?” She asked her friend then, evergreen eyes set on Paris while hoping the blush had faded away. It hadn’t, it definitely hadn’t, and she played with her fingers nervously as she awaited a response.

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Hadriana is here with @Paris Moon and she really really hopes he won't leave her alone in that class. She's nervous and feels relief when realizing they're in the same group. But of course, @Athelstan Munn comes to make things worse and turns her into a blushing mess. She's glad when he gets distracted and asks Paris what task he wants to take.

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Let’s be realistic here for a second. Cooking was for house elves and for idiots who had no other real talents. At least that was what Nechtan had always thought, which was why he felt little to no surprise when realizing his oh-so-dear cousin was taking Magical Home Economics too. He didn’t have anything against Athelstan, not really, he could have even considered him one of the cousins he liked the most, but gods knew the snake could be stupid at times… or most of the time, actually, all the time if one was being judgemental enough. Unlike his cousin, Nechtan Ler McMahon was no idiot, but Home Ec. was an easy class, and an easy class meant an easy grade, which also meant annoying the hell out of his older brother for doing better than him at school. All good things until Fiachra got too upset, yet the lion would still do it for the sake of spite and nothing more.

Sometimes, the young Gryffindor could be quite petty, actually, he was petty on most days. Petty enough to kick his cousin in the shin as he walked pass him, quirking a brow as if nothing had happened. “Stop harassing people, sucker. No one wants to get hit on by that ugly face.” He said, his expression unreadable, knowing the professors wouldn’t hear a word. Although insults like ‘sucker’ and ‘ugly’ were quite mild when coming from someone like Nechtan. Once again, it wasn’t like he really hated Athelstan, the worst insults were reserved for other members of their ‘perfect’ family. Green eyes fell onto the blackboard as he listening to the professor’s instructions, frowning slightly at the sight of the list his name was under. For fucks sake. The boy was already annoyed enough about having to attend Home Ec. and see his cousin, but having to deal with Moth Skelton’s stupid face outside of detention was a whole new level of nasty.

Unceremoniously, Nechtan dropped his backpack on the floor as he reached the location of the group, giving the older eagle one single furious glare before looking at the ingredients and the recipe that had already been set on the table for them. Who in their right might would ever make Moth Skelton a teacher’s assistant? Honestly, the professor’s sanity was to be questioned, although what else could be expected from a Storm? Being stupid probably came by the hand of being a blood traitor. Gross. He didn’t even bother look at the rest of the group, cracking the joints of taped fingers as he read what was writing on the paper sheet. It hurt, but sometimes pain wasn’t a bad thing at all. “You should work on the syrup, Skelton. I bet you have a lot in common with Glumbumbles. In both cases everything you touch makes me want to puke.” Once again, no professors would have heard his words, and there was a sharp edge to them despite how quiet they were, only enhanced by the accent that never seemed to lack at all. As the son of a wandmaker, Nechtan McMahon surely knew a thing or two about how terrible Glumbumbles could be. A fitting comparison, in his opinion at least.

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Nechtan is very rude, what else is new? He thinks @Athelstan Munn is stupid and kicks him in the shin before telling him that no one likes to get hit on by ugly people <3 That's what we call cousinly love. Then, he becomes annoyed when realizing @Moth Skelton is the supervisor of his group and proceeds to furiously glare at Moth before comparing him to Glumbumbles and being mean. <3

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Ram sighed. “Baking. Why is it always baking?” he asked to nobody in particular, as the class was divided into groups. Why couldn’t he make a good tea, or cook a flank steak? Weren’t there other home ec skills they could be mastering, like sewing or magical cleaning, or something? Baking was just so…boring. Knead this forever. Stare at this in the oven for even more forever. Nothing sizzled or popped or needed to be turned constantly. Anyway, it couldn’t be helped, so the sour teenager would just get his work done quickly and get it over with. There was a copy of 1984 in his bag he was only half done with, and it was getting good.

The little Gryffindor didn’t let it slip past him that he was the youngest his group, either. Tatienne was close, but the pair of red-decked wizards were by far separated form what looked like a handful of 6th and 7th year wizards, all of whom seemed to be friends. No matter, he’d just make sure he showed them all up while they spent their time flirting and trading insults. Ramir shucked his black robes off his shoulders so they wouldn’t get covered in flour or batter or whatever else was bound to go wrong. He even loosened his tie and shoved it in one of his pockets. His shirt underneath was wrinkled and untucked, like he’d slept in it or picked it up off the floor this morning.

“He said ‘get baking’,” Ramir answered gruffly to the hufflepuff, moving past him and pointing his wand at the oven the elder Slytherin was joking about. “Was that not clear? Incendio,” he said softly, and the oven roared to life. Like always, the Gryffindor was all work and no play, ten times more serious than he had any right to be. His sentences were all terse and gruff, not intent on making friends. If the seventh years all wanted to stand around like bumps on a log, he’d bake the damn bread himself. Made no difference, as long as he got the house points out of it.

“A simple spell is far more effective at lighting the stove than hoping a hot girl would do it by proximity. Also you seem to have made her uncomfortable,” he said simply, opening and closing cabinets looking for the bread pan, never once turning towards the little knot of people as he spoke.

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Local grump? @Paris Moon meet Ramir, who, while competing for that title, turns on the oven and continues to blunder through with the social grace of a drunken hippo.

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If he experienced even a brief moment of peace standing there by the kitchen counter with Hadriana, it was promptly dashed by the appearance of...Athelstan Munn. He didn't know too much about the Slytherin even though they were in the same year, other than there were about 50 Munns in school and they had even more ridiculous names than he did. Quite honestly, he didn't think he really wanted to get to know the other boy either, seeing as he was suddenly saying some very absurd and very dumb things. He glanced quickly over at Hadriana right as she stepped toward him. Maybe he wasn't the best at reading people's emotions, but he was pretty sure that the flush in her cheeks wasn't from feeling complimented. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to exactly tell the other sixth year boy off, having never been good with words in any situation, so he only gave the Hufflepuff girl a reassuring tap on the shoulder before turning away.

At least Athelstan seemed rather enthusiastic about the actual baking, although Paris didn't know if he should be concerned over said enthusiasm or not. "Fine. Here." He muttered, shoving a bowl, a stick of butter and an entire bag of sugar toward his fellow sixth year. "Measure everything."

He almost didn't hear Hadriana's question, but the only thing Paris could do was shrug in response. "Don't know. Anything really." He said. Honestly, he wasn't picky about cooking. Had it been by his choice, he would have done everything on his own. Seeing as he was more or less forced into a collaborative effort though, he was willing to just oversee things and do whatever everyone else wasn't willing to pick up. "Want to grease the pan though?" He offered, wondering just what he could do to make her seem a little less stiff and uncomfortable.

This was already off to a bad start.

As if the universe wanted to laugh at him though, there was suddenly another person's voice. Paris didn't even have time to really comprehend it before he heard a very unpleasant sound: the sound of an oven roaring out of control. Spinning around, he cursed in alarm when he noticed that the oven was practically belching out smoke. "What the fuck?" He yelled, immediately lunging over and manually pulling the knob on the stove back down to an appropriate level. Sure, he might not have read the instructions carefully on just the right temperature to heat the oven, but he absolutely knew that it shouldn't be enough to cause an inferno.

"If you're going to storm in here, at least do something right." Paris hissed at the Gryffindor who'd just joined them. Who the fuck was this kid anyway? Still annoyed, he slammed the bread pan down in front of Hadriana and stormed off to another part of the workstation to crack the eggs.

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paris is like what the hell at @Athelstan Munn but gives him a bowl, butter, and sugar to start mixing. he asks @Hadriana Pursglove if she wants to grease the pan to make her feel more comfortable, but then proceeds to lose his shit at @Ramir Khan for turning the stove on too high. he fixes it, and now he's sulking in a corner cracking the eggs

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    Look friendly, look confident, look approachable. A deep breath, watching students filter their ways over to him or towards their other groups and supervisors. People picked up their recipes, their ingredients, their utensils; some people started working, some people started talking, some people seemed to start mourning and preparing their boredom already. Moth could understand: while he didn't find the cooking itself altogether "boring", he definitely found this kind of grouped classroom activity to be incredibly draining. It was going okay for a while, because he could bury his hands in his coat pockets and mentally prepare for the class, but then some girl approached him and suddenly everything was pretty rubbish again.

    Look friendly, look confident, look approachable. The chatty american girl introduced herself as Alani, then continued to prattle on about all sorts of shit that Moth didn't awfully care about. Her accent was different to the ones Moth was used to, which made listening to her talk a little more interesting; but actually taking in her words was proving to be difficult: mostly because of the speed at which she rambled on. Blah blah blah, then something about wanting to do the filling, then more aggressive speed-speaking. Moth shrugged out a quiet "Sure, whatever." then remembered the whole 'friendly' part of his act, and added "If you want. I hope it's.... fun". The words seemed awkward, a little stilted, but he meant well. Mostly. "I'm Moth. I'm the supervisor. Teaching assistant. Person."

    Look friendly, look confident-- "You should work on the syrup, Skelton". Oh, fucking hell. Approachable went out the window, friendly moved out of town and confident curled up and died. Nechtan McMahon - he knew he was in the class, he knew he was in his group. But it seemed Moth underestimated Nechtan's ability to piss him off every time they were separated. Well, stuff that. Moth had been selected as a teaching assistant by the professor himself, he was in a position of power over Nechtan that definitely made him a little more ready to ignore the stupid younger Gryffindor, instead of biting the bait. A quick, quiet "You're just jealous that I'm good at this and you're shit." and then "--and you'd better not ruin this for the rest of us". He shot in a nasty glare for good measure, but felt a lot more uncomfortable now knowing that his every move might be mocked and ridiculed by the stupid ginger - could he say that when he, himself, was ginger? Either way, Nechtan was an idiot. And he was stupid. And dumb.

    Moth cleared his throat "So, uh--" And trailed off again. A shaky breath - concentrate, concentrate. Friendly, confident, approachable. "Feel free to... start.... baking. Pals." People said pals, right? "If you need any help... Y'know. I'm here. I'm also baking. But also... here." He cleared his throat: this was going pretty well.

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moth is trying to be a good boy, and he hates nechtan SO MUCH. he's a little nervous but he's TRYING god damnit. he's a sort-of friendly boy to @Alani Lua-Millers and then is a not-so-nice boy to @Nechtan McMahon, but he generally gives people the all-clear to start doing the baking thing. i forgot to write it but moth's gonna start setting his ingredients and stuff up

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"By Merlin, who would ever...?" The petite blonde frowned at the sign on the door as she passed it, racking her mind for just how many ways cooking utensils could be dangerous and used as a weapon. Unfortunately, far too many came to mind. It was worrisome that the warning would have to be posted. What had happened in the past to encourage it? Actually... she really, really didn't want to know.

The brisk chill in the air had left her incredibly alert and excited; fall was one of her favorite seasons, and there was an undeniable bounce in her step when she entered the classroom. The eagle had no nerves whatsoever about this class, perhaps because she'd done her fair share of baking the muggle way whenever she'd visited the Dalca siblings. They always seemed ready and willing to let her indulge her curiosity.

For the opening speech from the professor, she lingered near the back of the classroom, leaning against a wall and soaking in everything he said. The best thing about Professor Storm was that he had a way of making just about any task seem exciting; of course, this could also be a biased opinion from a young woman that was simply incredibly invested in her lessons in general, but he did have an aura to him that ensured she'd enjoy his classes.

Dahlia's pale gaze flickered from the professor to the writing on the board, and she nodded to herself very slightly. Arguably, she could tackle the task on her own. Muffins didn't seem terribly difficult- but they could be for other people... hm. Ah, well. Before she considered all of that, she may as well find her spot in the classroom.

Once at her station, she slid the strap of her bag from her shoulder down to her hand in a fluid, practiced motion and carefully set it on the floor; releasing the strap, she carefully pushed her bag out of her way with a foot, tucking it under the table as she took a second glance over the list of other students also assigned to the recipe she had. Being such a helpful sort, she was, of course, entirely planning on working with anyone who wanted to join up with her- she fully expected Gabby would join her, as well as Lani.

Being the first one there, Dahlia rocked back on her heels as she considered her options. If she simply waited, it may very well be that nobody would join her and she'd end up behind. No- she could get started and leave room for the others to join her, if they wanted to. If nobody did, she'd simply complete the recipe alone. The blonde retrieved her want from the pocket of her robes before shrugging them off and setting them neatly on one of the chairs. Luckily, her sleeves were already cuffed and rolled to 3/4 length, so they'd not get in her way, and she didn't quite care if she got something on her skirt or tie.

Pointing at the oven, she murmured, "Incendio," and then set her wand aside to retrieve the eggs and the mixing bowl to set to work on emptying them into said bowl. A simple enough task- she'd done it plenty of times in the past, but always without magic. Hopefully, Professor Storm wouldn't mind her forgoing magic on pieces of this-- and just before she could get started, she spotted him approaching the table. "Professor!" Dahlia flashed him a bright smile. "Would you prefer every step done by magic alone? I've baked before, but it's always been muggle-style, so I wasn't certain if I could incorporate it when I'm most comfortable doing it that way."

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S U M M A R Y: Dahlia is being a Good Child™ and getting started all on her own, but she's leaving room for the others to join her! Right now, she's just preheating the oven, and she was about to get started breaking the eggs when she realized she should probably ask @Riordan Storm whether she's allowed to do things muggle-style at all.
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The fact of the matter was that Finlay Storm never did anything halfway, it was always full throttle ahead without there ever being a thought of what could go wrong. Of course for someone like the badger, he never thought too far ahead as he simply lacked the attention span for such a thing and was far too impulsive for his own good. Or those around him at times even. The lanky boy could think in the moment, make decisions on the turn of a dime and react accordingly, but when it came to thinking ahead… well that was when everything got mixed up in his head. Too many racing thoughts without the ability to concentrate on any one alone, too many steps and lists would shuffle themselves again and again. It did not stop the badger from trying though, always hopelessly lost in the classroom. It did not matter that class was unfortunately inside today, there was still the chance that Riri would be feeding him and if anything the badger was always a willing subject to his cousin’s creations. In an essence, Fin was a toddler that would stick anything in his mouth without thinking any of it through.

He was running, yells following him through the corridors as detention was threatened by more than one. You’d have to catch me first, and it was both true and very unlikely that anyone would want to chase Finlay through the corridors. It was something that very quickly would have turned into a game to him, something that would have ended badly. Someone was still hollering after the badger as he came barreling into the classroom, digging his heels in and coming to a squeaky stop before the lists of names. Listed into one of the groups was his name along with Delaney, grey eyes shifting around the classroom until he found his sister. “What are we even making?” Fin questioned as he played with one of her lemons, pushing it around with a finger. Was this a class on chopping lemons? Did he get to chop things with a knife, because that sounded like fun. “Do I get a knife?” it was posed as a question, and yet it was more like a I want a knife to chop things too sort of thing.

No one had ever said Fin was the most observant of people, often times too distracted by the smallest of things to realize everything that was going on around him. Mars was not one of those things that was easily distracted, the lion demanded attention and Fin was all too happy to oblige. They had been brought together through quidditch, chasers from the Pickled Pixies, bound by blood, sweat and glory that had almost been theirs. Or at least that was the way it worked in his mind, that they were friends and good friends at that. Distracted by the arrival of his friend, the lemon he had been playing with rolled onto the ground. Something that Fin didn’t even notice, he was far too busy to be meddling in the affairs of the lemon clan. “Mars!” It was practically yelled, the largest of smiles awakening that friendly face. All moments before the lanky boy practically threw himself at the lion, he was oh so happy to see his friend. “I think we are making lemons.” It was an incomplete thought, one that was left hanging in the air as the badger was left wondering once again if he got to chop things too.


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Fin runs into class and skids to a halt to see who he gets to hang out with for class. He is a happy Fin that he gets to be in @Delany Storm group because obviously she is the best sister ever. He wants to chop things too and asks where his knife is, sorry Fin no knives for you or do it hahahaha. His bestest quidditch buddy shows up to class and he greets him accordingly with the biggest of smiles and hugs. Fin is helpful and informs @Martín Marzán that they are making lemons rip.

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Tatienne Mulligan had never been truly fond of baking. She could cook, as she had learned from her mother from an early age, standing on a stool as hazel eyes watched the older woman’s hands at work, but baking? Baking took too much precision, a focus the girl did not have, and seeing the words scribbled on the blackboard only made the lioness groan before taking the hair tie from her wrist and attempting to bind her curls back into a ponytail. It only half worked, several curls springing loose and dancing in front of her face as she made her way to her group. The only reason she was taking Home Economics was for the easy pass, and she dropped her bag on the floor before her gaze swept over the chaos that already seemed to have erupted, frowning at the smoke that was coming out of the oven. ‘’Couldn’t you have waited a bit before setting everything on fire, Ram?’’ Tati remarked, bumping the younger Gryffindor with her hip before she looked at the other students in her group and recognizing none. She had only been at Hogwarts for a few months now, and the only familiarity the other students seemed to have were the fact that they were sixth years as well. Or at least she thought so.

She didn’t bother introducing herself to them, though, scanning the list of ingredients before checking to see what the others were doing. ''I guess I'll start with step three,'' Tati said to no one in particular, and grabbed a bowl to start combining the flour, baking powder, cinnamon, salt, ginger and allspice. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing the snarling wolf tattoo on her forearm as ingredients were grabbed and poured into the bowl. Dark brows were furrowed as she focused on her task at hand, surely giving her that expression that always seemed to read like she was ready to take a bite out of you if you came too close. The smoke from the oven was still tickling her nose, and she blew a loose curl out of her eyes as she combined everything that was listed, confident that this was at least something she could get right.

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Tatienne is here, calls @Ramir Khan out about the fire hazard he created before grabbing a bowl and starting to mix ingredients, not even bothering to introduce herself to the others in the group.
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If Martín had cared about his education in the slightest of manners, he wouldn’t have taken Magical Home Economics out of all classes. He would have focused on things he was good at, in those which would help him towards his NEWTs and the career he wished to follow after graduating Hogwarts. If only he had had a career to follow after graduating Hogwarts.Those were the things the Spaniard simply could not afford to think about, things he did not want to think about, as truthfully most of his classes were chosen for the sake of his own entertainment, for the sake of making his life at that castle less dull than what it would have been otherwise. Magical Home Economics may have been an utterly useless class, taught by a professor as annoying as every member of the Storm bloodline, but it sure as hell could be entertaining - even if it almost had gotten him shot last time. Fuck you very much, Athelstan.

The lion wasn’t one to hold a grudge, of course not, unless one was speaking of the family he still wanted to set on fire and burn to the ground even after almost a decade had passed. Some things simply couldn’t be forgiven, but apparently the demise of his watermelon floaty and having an arrow sail right by him could... or couldn’t it? “Hey Stan!” Martín called out as he arrived, caring little for distracting anyone, rather late to hear the instructions but not really caring about that either. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to murder me this time a-” He didn’t get to finish. There was a blur, and soon enough, he felt the weight of arms wrapping around him, the excited voice resulting so terribly recognizable and familiar. War flashbacks. Quidditch practice, snickerdoodles, wanting to foul Finlay and shove him off his broom, threatening to kill him, Quidditch matches, asking Theodore to hit the badger with his bat, Dragon Boat Races, considering drowning Finlay in the Great Lake or feeding him to their vessel. Great memories, good thing there weren’t any knifes close to Mars at the time.

‘I think we are making lemons.’ Annoyance and all, it made the Spaniard laugh, petting his classmate with less gentleness than what he should have, or actually with no gentleness at all, as such things were thrown out the window when talking to Finlay Storm. “Hey Lucky Charms.” Martín greeted with the nickname that he had granted the Irish boy during Quidditch. “Guess what? Talk dirty to me.” With a wink and calm movements, he elbowed the other’s ribs, because when playing Quidditch such words had come as an indicator that it was time to foul, and when fouling, cobbing was often the go-to choice. “So, lemons, huh?” He asked as if nothing had happened the moment he was set free, elegant hands smoothing down the fabric of his uniform before glancing at the blackboard to realize he was indeed in Finlay’s group that day. Shame. Gracefully, he walked towards the group of students, looking over at the recipe and quirking a brow in question.

“We just...mix them together? Doesn’t sound all that bad to me.” And so, he began to grab some of the ingredients and put them in a bowl, although he wasn’t exactly being careful about measurements. After all, gods weren’t meant to be worry when it came to such mundane activities.

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Mars is here! He's also rather late but makes an spectacular entrance by telling @Athelstan Munn to try not to murder him this time. Too bad he doesn't get to finish his sentence because he gets hugged, leaving him to not-so-gently pet @Finlay Storm before elbowing his ribs <3 He walks towards his group and decides to put some ingredients in a bowl!
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If someone would have asked why the 7th year had even bothered to take this class, well Gabby would have simply smirked that little smirk without a single word in response. It was for the same reasons that the girl loved to read complete trash literature, finding humor in just how awful something was. Not that the class itself was awful, no but surely there were some stuck up little shits that had never lifted a finger in the kitchen before that needed something like this. That was why she was here, to watch them fail in the most miserable of ways at something so simple, something that just warmed her damn soul right up. Even if the class did tote around the word magical having a basic understanding of the muggle side of things would surely go a long way in making some poor purebloods look bad. Olive eyes nearly rolled out of her skull at the cheerful tone that droned on from Professor Storm, yammering on about the fall equinox and the celebration they were suppose to be preparing food for. Gabby had her doubts about that, especially after watching Finlay Storm in action. How that kid was still walking around in one piece was a mystery. It was through her absolute stunning detective skills that the eagle deduced that dingbat one and two were related, and merlin have mercy on the other one.

If things would have gone to her liking, and it seemed like these things never did, Gabby would have been left to simply enjoy the show. It would seem however that her little brothers little friend was making a mess of things. Gabby didn't dislike the girl, no quite the opposite actually but the fact was that the younger girl was fucking with her entertainment and forcing her from her seat. The thought of simply ignoring the overheating oven crossed her mind, and really Gabby considered doing such a thing. It was just that her name was attached to that train wreck that had already started, and she'd be damned if someone else got to make her look bad. Oh and it looked bad, or like it was going to get bad soon as smoke trickled from the edges of the oven in a way that reminded the eagle of a poorly lit fire. There was an art to fire, and some just did not have the touch. With a sigh she slid regretfully from her seat and crossed the room. “Okay Malibu barbie we are baking muffins not torching the dearly beloved belongings of the one that got away.” the words came out flatly as an inked hand adjusted the temperature to the correct temperature. If things kept going at this rate they would be scavenging the kitchens to provide food for this party.

At least the class was proving to not be boring, a tad bit on the irritating side but not boring. There wasn't anytime to prepare for it, to even know such a thing was about to happen, her body stiffening as someone basically screamed. Was there blood? Guts? More smoke? Honestly after a run in with a evil Shadowmere Gabby was not at all too keen to be around anything that promised gore anytime soon. Twisting around to look over a shoulder -half expecting to see people running to stop whatever horrors were unfolding- olive eyes settled on dingbat as he very enthusiastically greeted someone. Obviously someone was growing something naughty in the greenhouses, or at least that was the conclusion Gabby came to. No one was just that happy, not on their own. “I want whatever he's on.” words that were spoken to no one in particular, a brow still raised at the two as she collected a bowl herself and started adding the dry ingredients together. How funny would it had been if she managed to blow up muffins?


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Gabby is here for the show, but the show regretfully end up being within her own group. She comes to the rescue of @Dahlia Lawrence and turns the temperature down on the oven. There is screaming, and hugging and Gabby comes to the conclusion Finlay Storm has got some good stuff and she wants some for herself. Gotta make them muffins, she gets a bowl and starts with the dry ingredients.
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This class was...surely something else. There were no other words for Marco to describe what was happening in here. It had all started rather calmly, and he had stood beside Riordan in his Kiss the cook apron, watching eager students pour into the classroom to prepare Fall Equinox food for the celebration he had planned. But soon, there was no more peace and quietness, as cooking was apparently serious business - and the young professor hurried over to the group he was supposed to supervise, as they were supposed to bake pumpkin bread. His hair was tied up in a bun on the back of his head so it wouldn’t get in his way, and he had rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt, taking one of the instructions papers in his hand to look at it. “Mh, mh...interesting,” he muttered. At least he had the baking part of it all - baking was something he could do, always having prepared cookies and smaller baked goods for his siblings and students. This was different, because he was supposed to supervise these teenagers.

And they all were clearly in need of supervision.

He listened to the conversations and the scolding that was already going on in his group, as well as the small moment of panic as the oven was heated - too heated, and not by Miss Pursglove, as Mister Munn had so conveniently suggested. “Eventually you would be more successful if you focused on the dish more than on whatever else might distract you,” he offered helpfully as he sat down to see what he could do, as most tasks seemed to be spread among the students. Indeed, they were getting a grade for this - he was not. “The instructions say we need a toothpick...you just keep going, I shall acquire some of these,” he announced and got up again, walking past the other disastrous dishes before reaching Riordan again and nudging him softly. “Toothpicks,” he told him with a smile, raising a brow in question at the other man.

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Marco wants to go back to Astronomy because this is a hellhole he apparently cannot escape. He gives careful advice to the group he is supervising before running to @Riordan Storm to ask for toothpicks.

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