http://weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-08-27 06:44 pm

Third Floor Common Room [evening]

Kaylee was bored. And hungry.

Generally, these two things were not a particularly good combination.

That said, she'd managed to actually follow a recipe and produce a decent (if funnily-shaped) batch of chocolate raspberry cookies.

Now, the state of the kitchen, and...her clothes, and really, her overall appearance -- that was something else. It didn't matter to her, anyway, if the flour had gotten all over so long as the right amount had ended up in the cookies. And so what if there was chocolate on her cheeks and baking powder in her hair, too.

Plus she'd eaten about half the raspberries so they might actually have been a little shy of what they should have been, but whatever, they seemed okay to her.

[ooooopen. save me from the boredom of cleaning my room apparently rl people heard my ooc plea, and I am being dragged out to the bar! shall pick things up later! (as in tomorrow, since omg drunk.)]

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned had wandered up and wandered past and...wondered if a bomb went off in the common room as he wandered past.

"Oh...my," he said from the door way.

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"What...kind?" he asked slowly.

[identity profile] harrydresden.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry was still working on socializing like a well-adjusted young wizard, or something like that. Cookies, or at least what seemed to be cookies, seemed like they might help with that. So he was stopping in this unfamiliar common room to investigate the possible cookie smell wafting down the hallway.

"I didn't know baking was a contact sport," he said as he walked in.

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Interesting combination," he said, stepping further into the room. "You're a mess."

[identity profile] harrydresden.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Enthusiastic," Harry echoed. "Right. Do the cookies bite?" He had to ask. This was Fandom, and he wasn't convinced the cookies hadn't fought back or something.

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-27 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and your mom must have been physical bakers," he said, laughing now.

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Did you want me to get you a napkin or something first, sweetie?" Ned asked, wincing at her hair and clothes and face.

[identity profile] harrydresden.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Not usually" Harry admitted. "But around here I figure it never hurts to check on these things. You never know when the food might start fighting back. Or when baking might turn full-contact. Or both."

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes?" No, he didn't realize he'd called her that.

[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ella hadn't done much that day except sleeping off the lingering aftereffects of being a squirrel, so by nightfall she was bored enough to wander into the common room.

Mandy would never have approved of the kitchen, but the cookies did look good. "Hi," she greeted the girl she thought she'd seen around. "Did you bake?"

[identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Because you've got stuff in your hair and on your face and on your clothes," he pointed out.

[identity profile] harrydresden.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Definitely fun," Harry agreed. "If you get tackled, you end up eating cake instead of dirt. Everybody wins. Or at least everybody gets fed."

[identity profile] ella-obeys.livejournal.com 2008-08-28 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Please, if they're for the taking," Ella said, reaching for the cookies. "That's sad, that you don't have raspberries or chocolate where you're from. Is it dreadfully remote?"

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