Family Recipes for Disaster PV Caradoc Finished

From the corner of her eyes, she saw a door open. Her head instantly snapped to the entering figure, wondering if it was a student attempting to break the rules. She kind of expected that to, to be honest. Patrols usually did not end up in the kitchen, unless they were her and lived a life of being permanently hungry for food. Hjørdis blinked. It was not a student. The familiar sight of the Head of Hufflepuff entered her vision. He was an odd man, to say the least. They had known each other for a few months now and... honestly, he always seemed to have a thing for the theatrics. What she did not expect, however, that this was him naturally - when no one else was around. Because from what she could see, he had yet to see that she was actually standing there.

Hjørdis blinked some more. Just watching the man... dance? Could that be called dancing? She could not help but wonder what song he had in his head. The desire to laugh hysterically at the sight bubbled inside her. It was so hard to control herself. Of everything she expected in today, seeing a Caradoc Browne burst into the kitchens dancing was definitely not one of them. Was he whispering the lyrics to Jump (for your Love)?

The edges of her lips were being pulled at. Holding in her laughter was killing her. Oh gosh. What was he even doing? She had no idea but the desire to hold this over his head for the longest time was overwhelming. Every microsecond that the Hufflepuff Head continued, the more she felt like she was losing control. It was far too hard to control her laughter, that just wanted to burst out at the sight.

She was sleep deprived, that's what she wanted to blame it on. Either way, he had definitely succeeded in cheering her up - even though he had no idea nor any intention to do so. It took him a few moments to open his eyes, found himself pointing at her. "Caradoc..."

She held a blank expression on her face for a few moments, just blinking at him. It may have even been a minute. She had no idea. Jeger was propped up from his stool, just peering over the table and also staring at the man. Mostly because the cat was curious as to who the figure was. Caradoc would be faced with both of them, just staring and blinking at him for a few moments.

But it became too much. Her hand quickly found its way to her mouth, covering it but it was too late. The laughter escaped, "I- I'm- so- sorry, b-but I- I- can't-" Hjørdis explained breathlessly through her laughter. She could not control herself, it was just way too funny. Blame the lack of sleep. Either way, her laughter filled the quiet of the kitchens. She could not look at him, it just made her laugh more.

It took a few moments to catch her breath but the smile was still on her expression, unable to regain control. Silently blaming the lack of sleep and the unexpectedness of the whole situation, Hjørdis wrote her outburst of emotion off as not her fault. Of all things, that was certainly not expected. Her hand covered her face again, trying to fight back the laughter bubbling underneath the surface. Oh gosh, this was certainly a sign that she needed sleep, if nothing else.

Quirking an eyebrow, she lowered her hand after gaining some self-control and glanced over to him. The man was standing there with stretched arms... without saying anything. It was certainly odd. She waited for him to expand on whatever he was doing. Hjørdis blinked some more before smirking. "Wow, you have a way with words, Mister Browne," She teased, commenting on his lack thereof, "It's almost as impressive as that hella sexy dancing of yours." Hjørdis could not help herself, she just had to make fun of him for it. She even used the word 'hella' just for the occasion. It was definitely dad dancing if nothing else but she had to wonder why he was prancing around the rooms dancing at such a time. Was this a daily occurrence?

The whole situation was so entertaining that she did not bother to even question why the man wanted to eat cookies in the middle of the night. Then again, she was up with the intention of baking - was that much better? Well, she had not been intending to actually eat the sugar in the middle of the night so perhaps. Her eyes flickered down to the book that he pointed. His tactic was not even remotely subtle. Nothing will make her forget what just happened but she humoured him, nonetheless, "Family recipe book," She replied honestly.

Hjørdis paused for a second, before deciding to give him more than that after teasing him so much, "My gran would bake something new every year... Just thought I would see if anything inspired me, I guess," She replied, a moment where her eyes flickered down with a hint of sadness before looking at his beet red face. It lifted her spirits, if nothing else.

"So... what was that?" She asked him in return, lifting her finger and swirling it in the air in the direction of the door he entered through - the smirk visible on her face again.

This was certainly not how she expected her day to start but... it lifted her from her previous low spirits a little. Or at least, distracted her enough to forget about everything, even if it was just for a moment.

"Oh, but you're so funny," Hjørdis teased as she calmed down and stopped laughing, gathering some self-control. Laughing, not giggling. But she did not bother to argue it. She was too busy mocking him to turn this conversation to her. The smile on her face was quickly replaced by a smirk. It was likely not much better but it would do.

The way he looked at her - the utterly unimpressed look - just made her smirk a little more. Irritating him was actually rather entertaining. She probably should be attempting to make more friends at the castle than enemies but it was just far too easy to tease and mock him than to actually get to know him. She quirked an eyebrow at his explanation. He wanted a snack. Her eyes searched the kitchens, she had actually no idea if there was any leftovers. That was not something she could help him with. "You wait till everyone's asleep to dance? Shame, I'm sure everyone would love to see... whatever that was..." She teased, wondering what even took place in the badger house.

Honestly, she could see him leading karaoke sessions with all of the badgers surrounding him and dancing along. It would be sickeningly sweet. But she could certainly see it. She smirked a little more as he called himself an idiot. Yes. She knew that much. Only sometimes though? Well, that was certainly an improvement. Quirking an eyebrow, he was... bluffing right? He had to be. Well, no, he did not have to be. But after his embarrassment and the beet red look on his face, was he really going to continue to dance? "Sure," Hjørdis responded, deciding to call his bluff mostly to see if it was one or not, "Show me those dad moves." She added in the most teasing voice she could manage.

Throwing him a bone, she shrugged lightly, "I have no idea if there's cookies around but... I could make some if you wanted? I can't decide what to bake anyway... So I guess if you have any suggestions...?" Hjørdis offered, a little awkwardly. She was intending on baking regardless but she really did not know what to bake. Since she had no preference - or kind of wanted everything - she figured she might as well make something he wanted. Well, assuming he wanted to eat something she made. He probably did not. Wait why did she even offer it? It was a little weird to cook for your colleague in the middle of the night, was it not? Or was this cooking for herself since she had aimed to do that regardless? Hjørdis had no idea but her brain made her feel a little unprofessional and awkward for even asking.

Gosh dernit, he flipped the tables. Whilst she was very curious to see what he would do if she actually called his bluff, she was not entertaining the idea of dancing in the middle of the night in the kitchens. "In your dreams, pal," Hjørdis replied clicking her tongue. She had absolutely zero intention of dancing with him, "Besides, I wanted to see your dad moves, not your tango," She added, making it clear she was not interested in doing the tango with him.

Hjørdis blinked as he spoke - a moment of surprise hitting her face. It was a flicker before her blank expression took over again. One of the first things most professors found out about her was her heritage. Her name was a big giveaway. She had kind of assumed he would have been privy to that information before now. They had been working together for around four months or so. Honestly, she was convinced they had spoken about this - hell, she knew she had spoken in Irish to him. Surely the whole conversation had come up, at some point, no? But apparently not.

She nodded, confirming the answers to his questions, "Yes, more specifically Norwegian - my father's side. My mother's side is Irish, however." It felt a little odd, admittedly, that she was here actually being open about her life. That was something she had not done in the ten years prior to Hogwarts. She was a very private person, for many reasons, until she walked through these doors a year ago. It was not a sudden change, of course. But she had spent the past year gradually opening up to people, honestly answering their questions about her life, actually telling people her name - the real one.

It was still not a feeling she had gotten used to but she pushed past it and continued, "I did work in Norway for some years, before moving to UK. But no, I spent my childhood in Africa." Hjørdis paused for a moment, pretty sure that they had spoken about the fact that she had not actually attended Hogwarts. She could not recall if she specified a place but, now he would have been able to figure it out. It was the same school was Benoit and Galim.

Turning the book slightly, so he could see it better, she showed him a page that he would definitely not understand unless he could read Norwegian. However, the handwriting on it was a little wobbly, frail. It was the very cute handwriting of her grandmother's - her age showing in the handwriting. She then flipped to the front. The first page read 'The Jensen family recipes' in an uncial calligraphy font that was rather elegant. "I have added some additions since but yes, most of these recipes were hers..." Hjørdis turned the book back, and busied herself by flipping through it - not entirely sure why he was watching her so intently. It was a little off putting. Of course, she was rather beautiful so it was not a surprise but that was not why he was watching her.