ERRAND Hogwarts Pâtisserie OPEN Closed

Interacting with @Alan Vanes
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She was excited to hear about a new professor coming to Hogwarts, sure she barely knew the current professors but she was excited to eventually meet another nonetheless. She looked forward to eventually being able to take Divination in her later years, for now she'd have to settle for helping welcome in the professor to the family.

As she came into the Great Hall she headed straight to the tables with the house elves and all the sweets she could decorate, she was deeply upset that she couldn't eat any of them because they looked so good but she would have to practice her strongest self-control to not stuff a cupcake in her mouth. To resist the temptation she went with decorating marzipan instead. She grabbed one and a couple of decorating tools before turning around to scan the Great Hall for who else was decorating, before her eyes landed on a familiar Gryffindor. She headed over to him, her walk having lost it's familiar bounce to each step because of recent events.

"Hey Alan. I see you went with marzipan to decorate, I grabbed the same one!" She hesitantly sat down in front of Alan, wondering if she should've asked but he seemed nice enough to let her sit with him anyway. She stared down at her marzipan, lost on how even to start even though it was probably incredibly easy to decorate. Usually her creativity was off the rails waiting to be released but there was an eerie silence in her head that prevented her hands from moving. She figured she could make a crystal ball so she started piping blue frosting as the background.

She paused to put her hair up so she wouldn't have to worry about professor getting more than they bargained for in the marzipan decoration. "I haven't seen you in a little bit, how are you doing?" If anyone were to look at her face they would see the pain and tiredness hidden behind once joyous eyes. There was a sadness to her smile that never quite reached her eyes even when she tried her best. She just needed a distraction for now, and this was definitely good enough.

Word Count: 356

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Interacting with @Willow Anderson , @Alan Vanes 

Word Count: 288 words

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Interacting with @Alan Vanes @Lydia Cooper @Willow Anderson

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The third year sat down at one of the places at the table, where he found a green baking mat made of silicone and smiled lightly. He should forget his previous thoughts; right as he sat down he was hit by waves of inspirations and he was gonna make the most beautiful marzipan figurine the magical world has seen. With that thought ingrained in his mind, he placed down his lumb of sugary mass onto the mat, the sweet texture of it already sticking to his fingers, as he peeked around to see if anyone was nearby. But right as he did, a familiar face was approaching him, making him store the thought os sneakily tasting the treat for a later point, when he was not being the focus of anyone's attention anymore.

"H-Hi Willow!", he replied, smiling at her brightly as he poked at the chunk of sugar in front of him. The density surprised him a little but he assumed it was like playdough, where you had to squidge it first, for it to become soft and easy to form. "Y-yeah, it tastes yum, but I never saw it looking like.... l-like this! It h-has no form at all, I wonder i-if it will even taste like marzipan!", he mentioned with a exaggerated huff, but he was clearly not mad or anything, just pretending to be more bothered than he actually was- and he also just really wanted to try the marzipan and if it was in the name of science, who would shun him for that?

"I am d-doing well, how ab-about you?", he asked the girl who was sitting in front of him now. Alan could not put his finger on it, but the girl seemed different than the one he had met in the Great Hall or in the library, when he was returning that stupid book; he just really hoped that he would not have to ever read it in Griffith's class. He loved the class and would even torture himself to read paragraphs for it, even if it took him quite a while to actually get through them, but that book would honestly be the cherry on top. He would probably refuse to read it, even if he had to and somehow find someone to tell him every little detail that was described in it instead or maybe read it to him.

When another girl approached their table - one Alan could not remember seeing or talking to before - and asked whether she could join them in their activity, Alan nodded excited. He also knew that Willow probably would not mind, she was a people person, or at least that was what he assumed after meeting her for the first time in the Great Hall, when he had meant to hide there together with Ruka. So when he nodded, he motioned at their table, with a light grin; the smell of sugar and marzipan making him more excited. It was as if the smell of the sugar alone was enough to give him some sort of sugar shock.

When Alan however saw another familiar face approach, his face lit up, "Jake! C-come on, of c-course you can join! Just t-take a seat you two!", he said, ushering them to sit down at the table by waving his hand in an excited manner.

WC: 395 + 569
total WC 964

[font=Bradley Hand ITC]Wren was awake.[/font]

[font=Bradley Hand ITC]She had been endlessly wandering around the school, bored beyond relief. It was a Thursday, so it meant that she had classes and homework but was one day away from the weekend. Friday-Eve they had liked to call it at her prep school. For some people being awake was a no brainer. Something you always were it wasn’t a question for someone to be awake. But for her, it was a trail. It was hard to stay awake in class, hard to stay awake walking and being as awake as she was right now, well that was an accomplishment. Since she was so awake, she decided to do something.[/font]

[font=Bradley Hand ITC]A friend of hers had invited her to go decorate cookies or, more specifically, marzipans. Marzipans were a type of dessert Wren had personally never tasted before. This wasn’t going to be the day, she was to taste the fine goodness, but she would beautify these pieces. If it was the last thing she did. No-one and she meant no-one was going to ruin this for her. [/font]

[font=Bradley Hand ITC]She walked into the room and, seeing Alan with Willow and a few other people she had never met before, she walked up and took a seat next to them. She had an easy, inviting grin on her face and after greeting all of the with a friendly ‘hello’ she picked up a marzipan to start decorating it.[/font]

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Interacting with @Alan Vanes @Lydia Cooper @Jake Morris @Wren Caster
Color Code: #259986

Willow had begun decorating her marzipan carefully, focusing most of her attention on the task at hand. As much as she was beginning to enjoy Alan's presence her capacity for talking to others was quite low. She hoped that she could decorate a couple things and then head out without seeing to many people. Even though she was having a bad time, she wanted to help welcome the new professor. She barely registered that Alan had responded to her, "Oh, um I'm doing fine. Thank you for asking." But that desire was tested as more people approached the table.

She couldn't be too mad as it was a couple of people from her house, Lydia and a boy she had seen around the house but hadn't gotten time to talk to Jake. If there was anyone to be surrounded with it was her fellow Hufflepuffs. A small smile spread it's way onto her face as Alan welcomed them to join them. "Lydia! I'm happy you're here." Lydia always had a sunshine aura around her but maybe that was because of the house they were from. It was a typical trait of a Hufflepuff. She leaned forward to great Jake as well, she didn't know much about him but he seemed nice. "Hi there, I don't think we've ever actually been able to have a proper introduction. I'm Willow! It's lovely to see you outside of the common room." She was addressing Jake of course, and paused her decorating to be able to talk to people.

Just as she started to go back to her decorating, someone else approached the table. This would be more than enough people to help keep her distracted from the stormy cloud above her head. "Hi Wren! Welcome to our marzipan party." The smile stayed on her face this time, taking solace in the people she was surrounded with.

Word Count: 356^{1st post} + 313^{2nd Post} = 669/1000

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Interacting with @Alan Vanes , @Willow Anderson , @Jake Morris , @Wren Caster , @Rafael D'Spacito
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Word count : 288 words (1st post) + 575 words (2nd post) : 863 words

Alan was glad, when the Hufflepuff girl mentioned that she was doing fine, he had been worried for the quarter of a moment, but he was glad that he had been wrong. He slightly shook his head, when she thanked him for asking, as if to tell her, that there was no reason to thank him or anything. The girl that had joined their group, introduced herself as Lydia, but Willow already had mentioned her name, so he assumed that Willow just seemed to know a lot of people. Whenever they met, Willow just seemed to know people and it was quite noticeable, but he also assumed that it must be because she was so nice and likeable!

"I'm Alan, Alan Vanes; it's a pleasure to meet you", the Gryffindor muttered with near perfection, as if he had been studying the sentence to make a flawless introduction. He smiled, when the blonde girl decided to sit down next to him, hoping she had enough space on the bench. Soon enough he began to kneed the sugary mess in his hands for a while and realized the bits of it sticking to his fingers lightly like a coat of sugar on his skin. The cold mass slightly warmed up and got more easy to handle and it just reminded the third year of the playdough he had associated the marzipan at an earlier point.

The third year was just a tad bit overwhelmed with the given task, but quite sure that he would be able to do well. Not only well, he would do amazingly! Alan looked up from his hands, when he noticed even more students approaching them, tow Gryffindors that looked familiar to the third year. One girl, that he had recently met, when he had been discovering the Courtyard and a boy he had met in the Common Room before... an experience he was unlikely to forget anytime soon. But he was happy about seeing them again, so he relaxed slightly, smiling at them as they approached the table.

"H-Hi Wren,", he mumbled, greeting the girl nervously, before turning to nod at the Gryffindor boy, "O-Of course! F-Feel free to join! It's n-nice seeing you t-two again..." Alan greeted the taller boy as well, a soft smile tugging at his lips, before he stared back at the marzipan in his hand, that was now sticking in clumps to his fingers and quite difficult to work with. Alan was not sure if he was doing something wrong, but he stared at the multiple small balls he had formed the marzipan into; even though some looked less spherical and more like some potatoes.

He soon enough heard a screech that made him look up from his task as something sharp nipped at his hand, seemingly desperate to draw his attention. The sharp nip that had been given by the owl to his fingers, made him flinch back and stare at the feathery animal as if it was an alien of some sorts; having no recollection that it had been there moments ago. But apparently he had been so focused on using the playdo- the marzipan, that he had completely forgotten about what was happening around him and with that the owl that had arrived about a minute ago. Alan huffed at it, but then frowned when he saw a note attached to the creatures leg. Alan gently placed the ball he had been forming on the silicone mat.

Alan took out some silk tissue, wiping his hands clean, before he took the note from the owl's leg and unfolded it carefully, scanning the message written on it in a neat hand-writing.

Dear Alan Vanes,

I would be pleased if you would join me in attending the Quidditch game this afternoon by the entrance to the Hufflepuff stands. If you are in any way indisposed, please send an owl in reply. If not, I look forward to your presence.

Kindly,
Flash Holmwood.

A light smile found its way on the Gryffindor's lips, happy about the small note. "Oh-", he would hum softly, in pleasant surprise as his thoughts took over his mind once again. He would love to join Flash in watching the game and he never had been to one of the Quidditch games before either, so he was quite excited about how this all would go. Maybe Flash liked Quidditch? Was that why he wanted to watch the game? Alan shrugged mentally, not sure why, but definitely happy about the fact, that he had been requested as company. He had only recently discovered the joy of writing owls and receiving messages from people who were not in talking distance, but he never would have expected an owl from Flash.

Folding the note and pocketing it into the empty pocket at the back of his pants, he smiled at the owl, sadly having no treat for it with him, he watched as it took off; probably annoyed that Alan had wasted its time like this. Alan got lost in his thoughts, his eyes following the owl as it disappeared again.

WC: 395 + 569 + 850
total WC 1814