|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 1:46 am
 |
|
|
 |
 ✦✧WREN ADRIEL WINCHESTERfourth year || Slytherin || pureblood
Quidditch reserve || Cooking club critic || Herbology club lollygager
_______________Cooking club may have been the only reason Wren left the dorm on Saturday mornings. This year, Wren even got up and waited around for Yukokn’s kid sister, knowing she hated walking alone. Wren himself was poor company, but once he saw Weslyn coming from Hufflepuff, he plopped Dunce in her arms and Weslyn seemed happy to cuddle the cat as they made their way to Cooking Club. ”Uhm, how was your summer, Wren?” Weslyn piped halfway up the stairs. She had been very intimidated by Wren the first day in Cooking Club, but as the year went on, she noticed that he seemed to be friends with Yukon, and despite the rude way he said things, she thought he actually gave useful critiques sometimes. ”Eh,” Wren shrugged, giving as noncommittal an answer as needed. He pried into other people’s business. He didn’t need them prying into his. ”What about you? Did you make breakfast for Yukon and Kenny?”Weslyn shook her head. ”I’m not good enough,” she said quietly. ”What’s good enough?” he remarked, more a statement than a question. He gave Weslyn a few quiet moments to answer if she had a response, then pushed open the club door. ”Leave Dunce out here. She’s not allowed inside.”Inside, Wren beelined for the forms, greeting Brook with a nod. He snatched up a muffin and creme puff. Oh he loved Culinary Club, where people brought food and fed him. He examined the creme puff first, before selecting a chocolate-looking filling. He glanced around. He couldn't make guesses about the first years, so that meant one of their older members...aha, Gus was hiding against the wall. He approached, settling into his role as critic fluidly: ”Creme puff...nutella filling? Not bad. Could use some powdered sugar, serve with fruit?” he decided. "Good work on this shell though. Very fluffy." He paused in case Gus had a reply, then went back for his other treat. Next the muffin. Wren examined the muffin first, then considered the card with the ingredients, munching thoughtfully. When finished, he glanced around for the baker. ”Cella, you made the muffins? A little lumpy, but they smell great, and I enjoyed the interplay between this sprinkle of cinnamon, the poppy, and the raspberry. The almond extract seems a bit excessive, but I like almond so eh.“. He nodded with a little frown, finishing up his review. Hm. He'd get another later. " Were you up early this morning making these?"[url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25370634#385586247] Wren Winchester[/url] year 4 of Slytherin _______________
setting Cooking Club, September 2049 || with The cooking squad
appearance 5'4", 140 lbs || wearing Striped shirt and dark jeans
status Cooking Club is the best. _______________//OOC: I'm hungry now mad
_______________
  
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
✧✦
~"A Poison Tree" by William Blake
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 2:12 am
|
|
|
|
 ❀✿ WESLYN REMARKA KNOLLEsecond year || Hufflepuff || halfblood
Art Club || Cooking Club || Daily Dragon || Herbology Club || Quidditch Reserve
_______________”What’s good enough?” After a moment, Wren told her to leave his cat outside and after another moment, he walked inside without her. She considered his question again, petting the fluffy cat for a few last satisfied purrs, then set Dunce outside the room. Dunce mewed pitifully but sat, familiar with this procedure. ”He’ll save you something, I’m sure,” she promised, then brushed her dress off and entered the room. Once inside, Weslyn flinched at Aidene’s ”Hey Potato Girl!” behind her. At least it hadn't been very loud. ”Welcome back!” Wes smiled faintly as she followed the older girl inside ”Good morning Aidene, Good morning Brook,” she said quietly, then looked around before going to get a few napkins from the cabinet and setting it between the two snacks people had brought. "Oh. Good morning," she greeted the two new faces. "Um, I'm Weslyn. Have you had some snacks? I'm sure they're good. The muffins smell delicious and the puff looks so nice. "Finally, Wes took one of each on a napkin and went to join Cella with a relieved little sigh. "Good morning Cella. Would you like to split these with me? " she busied herself with cutting them for a moment before Wren approached. "Oh! Did you make these?" She shut up quickly, tasting the muffin for herself as Wren gave his critique. Wes thought anything Cella made tasted much better than anything she had made so far. If she could make muffins with so much flavor, that would definitely be good enough, she decided. Was that it then?
[url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=25415748#386825925]Weslyn Knolle[/url][/center] year 3 of Hufflepuff
_______________
setting SETTING || with CHARACTERS
appearance 4'5", 80 lbs || wearing soft blue dress + octopus hat.
status What IS good enough? _______________//OOC: ---
_______________
  
Prepare for your greatest moments
Prepare for your finest hour
The dream that you've always dreamed is
Suddenly about to flower
✿❀~"This Will be the Day" by Jeff Williams ft. Casey Lee Williams, cover by Caleb Hyles.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 2:31 am
|
|
|
|
✄ Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴfifth year || Ravenclaw || pureblood
Art Club doodler || Astronomy Club pâtissière || Adventurer's Guild warlock || Cooking Club challenger
Dueling Club duelist || Fencing club senior || Fite Club founder || Quidditch beater
_______________Aidene didn’t have class on Friday this year, so she had spent the entire day on “OWLs studying”-- working on her Mythology designs, brewing fun potions to bake into snacks, and working on her wandwork. But Saturday was club day! And that started with grinding cooking skills! She was up in the kitchen as soon as she was up, nomming on pancakes as she went about making another sampling of cake flavors to test with people. As the hour neared though, Aidene walked instead of running to the club, a little worried what the Culinary Club atmosphere might be like with Brook and Gus...well...not being BRUSsel Sprouts. That feeling dissipated though, when she’d run into Gus right in the door. ”Gus Gus!” in a softer voice she added a secretive "I see you did beat that boss and escape the hospital! Glad you made it today!"She made her way over to Brook greeting everyone with at least a ”Hey!” even if she didn’t know their names yet. She gave her bestie a friendly punch on the arm and side-hug, and dropped her recipe notes--painstakingly handwritten as Master Theo has insisted-- down, trading it for a slip as she glanced over the spread of supplies. ”Cookies today?” Aidene snagged one of each snack, pausing to inspect the ingredients as she munched on the muffin. ”Whoever made the muffins, they’re great and I’ma have to compare recipes for the raspberry filing with you!” she hollered. Aidene picked her spot near Gus Gus as she munched on his creme puff and flipped over her project sketchbook to a page simply labeled "House Recipes" and got back to thinking of and planning of foods that might exemplify different stories about the Founders of Hogwarts. "What’s a Hufflepuff food? Pasta? Pie? Potatoes?”
[url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=25350996]Aidene Azura Kieran[/url][/center] year 5 of Ravenclaw
_______________setting Culinary Club, September 2049 || with Cooks and Tasters.
outfit Blue and white dress smelling a little like chocolate. || status The elaborate project starts with House-themed foods!
_______________//OOC: ---
  
Tell me where do I go
Tell me where do I take us
Your heart is starting to slow
May the water be safer
As I dive in✄~"As We Fall" from League of Legends. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 2:35 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 11:45 am
|
|
|
|
xx↝ Wнεяε αм I? Muggle Studies Classroom
xxx↝ Wнσ'ѕ ωιтн мε? Wren, Aidene, various other members
xxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ gσιиg σи? Cooking Club
xxxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ σи мч мιиd? I want some warm food
Gus looked up when Wren started commenting on his creme puffs, noting they could use a nice sugared top or some fruit. "That does sound like a good idea, maybe for next time. The shell is my grandmother's recipe, I just practiced it a lot this summer." And just like that, Wren was off talking to Cella, who had brought some fancy looking muffins. Gus took one, nibbling on it to see what the fuss was about. They were indeed very good, especially paired with the raspberry filling.
After a second, Gus noticed Aidene wander in, looking excited as usual. She immediately called him out, then quietly noted that he had indeed gotten out of the hospital. "Yes, they found out the issue, no worries. I'm out and well." He watched the girl greet everyone with gusto (where did she get all that energy?), then she ended up circling back to him with a creme puff in hand. She had her notebook, then asked him a rather peculiar question. What was a Hufflepuff food? No matter what, he kept coming back to warm comfort food, so that's what he went with. "Something warm, homely. Maybe a nice mince pie, or meatloaf... lasagna? Oooh, a nice cheddar broccoli soup." Maybe those options would help, though now he had a wild craving for a hearty soup.
Sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ
Sʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ. Sʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ
Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴛᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ, I ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ
Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ꜰᴀʀ, I'ᴍ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴀʀ, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
Gᴏ ᴏɴ, ɪᴛ's ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ
'Cᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, I ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ
Aʟʟ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪs ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ᴍʏ sɪᴅᴇ, sᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ
Gᴏʟᴅ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴏʜ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2020 1:46 pm
|
|
|
|
 
You let your 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 run ᗯ𝕀Ĺ𝔻
𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 has 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 as we all go dₒwₙ
Yeah but for the ϝαʅʅ—oh, ᎷᎩ—
Do you DΛЯΣ to look them r̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ in the eyes?
Tori watched as a flurry of students entered the room. He hadn't expected this to be that popular of a club, but then again it involved food so maybe that was more of a given. He quietly took a puff, and a muffin when they were brought in before finding himself wandering over to the two other first years that had entered the room. "Lochi, and Aire right?" He asked. "Do you guys like cooking... or are you just here for free food?" He tried to joke, hoping he came off as funny, and not awkward. He was still new to this whole socializing thing after all.
He took a bite of the muffin everyone seemed to be raving about and grinned. It was really good, but he wasn't about to shout to the club about it. He barely knew these students yet after all. He had spotted Aire already having tried the muffin tho so he nodded towards Lochi. "You should try the muffin, its really good, " he said with a small smile.
'Cause ƚʜɘʏ will run you down, ᵈᵒʷⁿ 'til the dark
Yes, and they will гยภ you down, down 'til you ʄǟʟʟ
And they ₩łⱠⱠrun you ᗪㄖ山几 down to your ℃Ỗ𝐑ᵉ
Yeah, 'til you can't ςяΔ𝓌ㄥ no more
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The Forgotten Weasley Crew
|
Posted: Wed May 13, 2020 9:01 pm
|
|
|
|
If I ruled the world, ruled the world, ruled the world
I'd give the power to the people, everybody would be equal
Fight Club would have a sequel, and my rent would be much cheaper
Jenny wouldn't hate her figure when she's small, or when she's bigger
She'd be kissin' on the mirror, and the WiFi would be quicker
C E L E S T E
J O A N
S H O I C H E T
HALFBLOOD │ SLYTHERIN │ SECOND YEAR
Cella had been about to swipe a creme puff, but stopped herself, pinching her leg instead as Wren and Weslyn entered. She smiled at Weslyn, unable to look directly at Wren until after he'd tried the muffins. She was horrified that she might blush or something humiliating, and she didn't want him to see. Obviously it wasn't personal- he was the food critic for the school paper! He was supposed to be objective! (Somehow she doubted he had much trouble with that. Cella didn't think of Wren as a very emotional personal. His calculating looks made him cuter, in her opinion.)
However, when he immediately called her out by name she looked briefly like a deer in the headlights, before she composed herself, pressing her smile away into a thin, neutral line and continuing to pinch the side of her leg. "You're right," she said quickly, more so to his torso than his head, as she wasn't sure if she could make eye contact right now without wanting to sink into the floor. "The almond extract was overdoing it. And no, not really. They had a very quick prep time." She didn't sound like she was bragging, she decided. It was just a statement of fact. "Thank you," she added, feeling like she had to say something- he could have just ignored them, after all.
Her relief was obvious when she turned to properly face Weslyn, taking one half of the the creme puff and quickly popping it in her mouth. "Good morning," she said, after she'd chewed and swallowed. "Wow, these are really good. And yes, I made the muffins," she replied. "I like your dress," she added, "it really brings out your eyes, Weslyn." Cella could appreciate good fashion sense when she saw it in the wild.
Everybody would recycle, fewer cars, and more bicycles
No more fighting for survival, you would hear this song on vinyl
You'd see a doctor if you're sick, Mary, don't you worry 'bout it
'Cause there'd be no crazy bill, no more thousand dollar pills
And age would be a source of pride; you've got beautiful laugh lines
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 5:32 pm
|
|
|
|
╔══════════════════════════╗
Jessica Quimby-Winthrop
Slytherin - First Year - Eleven Years Old - Pureblood - Adopted
╚══════════════════════════╝
Jessica peered into the classroom, feeling a little nervous about joining this particular club. Eating was one of her favourite things to do, but she wasn’t comfortable letting others know just how much she enjoyed it. What if they thought she was a pig? However, she figured this club would have members that felt the same about food as she feels, and if she hid her true desires well enough, no one would even know. The room was buzzing with students from every house and year, or so it seemed. Jess hasn’t recognized most of the students in the room, but she did know Hitori, Lochi, and Duaneaire from her classes although she didn’t know them well. She also recognized the blonde second year from her house, and of course, she met Wren at the sorting feast. After taking a deep breath, Jess crept her way in and quietly made her way over to the forms. After filling one out, she noticed the stack of muffins that must have been made by one of the members, if not the captain of the club. Jess looked around to make sure she wasn’t the only one eating before grabbing one and taking her time to eat it. It tasted quite lovely, very cinnamony. Next to them were a batch of crème puffs. Well, obviously she had to try one, possibly one with each filling. Once she swallowed the crème puff, she had to stop herself from reaching for another. Socializing would be a much better use of her time, or at least that was what Jess told herself in order to convince herself not to pig out on these delicious sweets. The three other first years in the room were huddled together, chatting, so she approached and greeted them with a “Good morning.”
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
The world comes to life and everything's bright
From beginning to end when you have a friend
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 6:53 pm
|
|
|
|
 ✶☁DUANAIRE LIANE AINDRIAS-EVERAfirst year || Gryffindor || halfblood
Cooking Club appreciator || Fite Club ensign || Language Club cadet || Music Club fleeting flautist || Quidditch reserve
_______________
Aire was surprised when a few fellow foodie firsties not only noticed her perch, but approached her. For a moment she froze up, nervous about whatever this stranger was going to say. Instead, he asked their names and asked if they liked cooking or were just here for food. Aire wasn't sure if it was a joke or a serious question or a sarcastic comment on her stealing yet another sweet fluffy puffs.
But then Friendly--she decided he was Friendly because he had approached Apparently-Lochi and her-- grabbed a muffin himself. Aire didn't really know people's names yet, even if she recognized the faces. Most people outside of her family she'd only meet once. If they were in a program or something, by the time she learned their name they'd be parting ways anyways. Far easier to just remember faces and call them "Excuse me, friend." Friend was neutral enough. Anyways, Friendly friend didn't seem to be judging, so Aire risked a smile. "Mostly the free food. You too?"
Duanaire glanced over to find another semi-familiar face trying a fluff puff. The older muffin boy from earlier had broken away from his conversation with a shrug and nod to greet this other firstie with a smirk. "Hello Jessica." he paused, about to walk away when he continued. "Oh, In case you haven't seen, Drama club meets today at 1 and Music club tomorrow at the same time." He shrugged and moved on. "Enjoy the snacks."
"Good morning, Jessica" Aire replied when she greeted them. She had somehow gotten her hands on another puff fluff, which she handed to Apparently-Jessica. "Guess... you like music?"
_______________
setting Culinary Club, September 2049 || with Fellow Foodie Firsties Friendly, Lochi? and Jessica?
appearance 4'1", 70 lbs || wearing Shoulderless outfit
statusI'm taking whatever leftovers there are. _______________//OOC: Friendly = Tori, Older Muffin Boy = Wren
I'm like 90% sure the UK uses a 24-hour clock, but I'm trying very hard to convey casualness and didn't want to confuse any 12-hour clock players XDXD But to clarify: Wren's being casual.
_______________
  
Take a look around
And see the world we think we know
Then look closer
There's more to life than meets the eye
A beauty to behold
It's all much bigger than we know
It's only just beginning to unfold
So let it all unfold
☁✶"Wonderful Life" from Smallfoot.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 4:08 pm
|
|
|
|
 ♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
♖Sixth Year♖
Prefect♖Cooking Club Captain ♖ Fencing Captain ♖ Music Club Bagpiper ♖ Quidditch Team Chaser ♖
▬▬"If music be the food of love, play on;"▬▬
Brook sighed heavily, she really should pass off cooking club to someone else, she wasn’t a good leader, she could supervise, sure, but she couldn’t tell the members how to better cooking, and didn’t have Aidene to help her out this time. Sure, there was Wren… well.. There was Wren. She could go ahead and pass the cooking spatula off to him, let him be the head chef, he would know how to help them. Well, if anything he would have to take over Cooking Club when Brook graduated, maybe now was a good time to start easing the kid into the role.
She began wiping off all the tables and kitchen area and setting out some prime ingredients for cookies (eggs, flour, nuts, chocolate chips... what else did she need???) She opened the door to the club and set the “Club Open” Sign she had made years ago set out. THey would make cookies, of course they would, cookies were hard to mess up, and Brook could take some later on to eat. Brook went back inside, set her paper forms out, and waited for anyone to come in.
Please include in First Post:
[url=PROFILEURL]NAME[/url][/center] year [1-7] of [HOUSE]
▬▬"Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die."▬▬
╔══════════════╗
Where & Who: Brook in Culinary
Thinking about: I miss Aidene… and everyone...
Brook Description: 5'4.5" tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: golden brown t-shirt with chocolate chip images on it. Black pants
OOC: Anyone can talk to Brook, she's not specifically waiting for Wren
╚══════════════╝ |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 4:16 pm
|
|
|
|
 ❀✿ WESLYN REMARKA KNOLLEthird year || Hufflepuff || halfblood
Art Club || Cooking Club || Daily Dragon || Herbology Club || Quidditch watergirl
_______________Wren was lounging by the staircase up from the dungeons, marking in a book with a thoughtful expression when Weslyn joined him for the walk to Cooking Club. ”Good morning, Wren. Good morning Dunce. What are you reading?””Sup. Alchemy practice problems. They’re fun,” Wren replied, offering to take the giant bag she had and handing her his cat. ”You make something for club?””No, I was just working on scarves for the Quidditch team...Hufflepuff could use new players so I thought the best I could do was knit some incentives. I...haven’t told anyone quite yet...””I can get Sparrow from Gryffindor to screech it at the Great Hall tomorrow morning if you’d like? That’ll get word out.” ”N-nononono. That’s fine. I’ll...manage.” They reached the club room and as usual Dunce was left outside. Wren shrugged and mumbled a ”Sup Brook.” in greeting. They were early, so he picked a spot near where the snacks would be placed if anyone made anything and waited for the (more productive) members of the club to show up. Weslyn waited, knitting in whatever spare moment she had. She offered a quiet ”Good morning” to everyone, but quickly found herself waiting for Celeste, when she would brighten with a smile and ”Celeste! I had a baking idea for turtle-muffins! Do you think this would work?”At some point, Aire snuck in as well, and found an inconspicuous spot by the wall, waiting to pounce on the delicious “shore luxuries” when they arrived. So they sat there: three awkwardly quiet kids, one waiting to cook and waiting waiting for food. Wren Winchester year 5 of Slytherin Weslyn Knolle year 3 of Hufflepuff Duanaire Aindrias- Evera year 2 of Gryffindor _______________
setting Culinary Club, September 2050 || with Wren, Aire, Brook, awaiting other members.
appearance 4'7", 90 lbs || wearing flowery dress + octopus knit hat
status Cooking club is always nice _______________//OOC: Tagging Weasley for Celeste anticipation ^_^
_______________
 
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you're not alone
'Cause I'm going to make this place your home
✿❀~"Home" by Phillip Phillips, cover by Peter Hollens. .
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2020 4:52 pm
|
|
|
|
xx↝ Wнεяε αм I? Cooking Classroom
xxx↝ Wнσ'ѕ ωιтн мε? Brook, Wren, and Weslyn so far
xxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ gσιиg σи? Cooking Club
xxxxx↝ Wнαт'ѕ σи мч мιиd? Agh my lungs hurt
Gus was still excited about cooking club, even if he was nervous about spending time in a hot kitchen with Brook, especially after their drama a few years ago. He pulled his decided-upon treat from the ovens, then decorated them with a sprinkle of powdered sugar. Perfect. He carefully arranged them on a platter, luckily one with a sturdy lid, then grabbed his bag of cooking supplies and headed off. A few times along the trek, Gus had to stop and lean against the wall, but he was getting better... probably. Finally, he made it to the cooking classroom, and he set his treats on the snack table. "I made little chocolate lava cakes..." he said, his voice wheezing a bit at the end. The sixth year sat down in one of the chairs, hand subtly clutching at his chest while the other undid the topmost button on his shirt. A small breath of relief, the teen just happy he didn't need his rescue inhaler... or another trip to the hospital.....
You could never know what it's like. Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
And did you think this fool could never win. Well look at me, I'm coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did! Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time! Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 9:13 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:28 pm
|
|
|
|
Hate to feel this way
And waste a day
I gotta get myself on stage
I shouldn't wait or be afraid
The chips will fall where they may
Slyтнerιɴ Secoɴd Yeαr ✌️ Socιαl Medια Bυrɴoυт 🔥 Aɢe 12🤪
*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。Viv hadn't really thought it completely through before deciding she'd like to give the cooking club a try. She didn't have much experience in the kitchen; when she was home she lived off of whatever recipes Emory wanted to try, the five dishes Ava could somewhat do, take out, and cereal. There wasn't anything necessarily wrong with her siblings' cooking, but she supposed she just wanted something a bit different. And what better way to accomplish that than to actually learn? She walked into the room past the cute signs and saw only a handful of people, most of them being older than her and one first year. One of them had ingredients already set out so if she wasn't prepared before she'd better get ready. Viv's eyes widened however seeing one of the boys have cakes already put out in front of him. Was she supposed to bring something?! She could barely do an omelet, what if they wanted like a presentation of her skills?! Hesitatingly, she raised her hand hoping one of the older girls or Wren would see her. "Excuse me, I um, I just joined so..was I supposed to like, bring something?"
Vivyan Frank year 2 of Slytherin
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate, determinate
You and me together, we can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2020 3:42 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
