The Fall Equinox Potluck Errand

The Fall Equinox was one of the many events Ophelia had felt obligated by herself to participate in, which were held in Hogwarts. Ever since her first year, the raven had realized that the creativity and fun activities planned by the prefects and professors of the castle ought to be never-ending. She'd basically lost count of the times she was a participant at any of the events. If the activities were fun, and if the people weren't killing each other, then there'd be no problems; with the event, or with the participants between the organizers. The Fall Equinox wasn't just another occasion, though; it was the first one where the attendees were meant to bring the dishes with themselves. Extraordinary, yet challenging and thought-provoking. Of course, Ophelia didn't have the slightest idea about how she could cook something. If someone wanted her to do so, they'd lost their minds! You could give the raven the whole kitchen and tell her to cook a basic dish and you'd receive no kitchen at all, let alone a burnt down one! But again, give her the whole kitchen and tell her to bake the most complex pastry; she'd give you the most delicious baked good you could imagine from her.

With that ability, she managed to decide on making cinnamon rolls. These she'd done only three times, but she was confident she could manage to make them a fourth time, and hopefully they don't settle to humiliate her and turn out good looking and tasty. From her previous experiences with different pastries, some that looked hideous didn't necessarily taste as bad as they appeared. So, now that she knew what she wanted to bring with her to the potluck, she had to think of how to supply the ingredients and where to bake.

Where to bake, where to bake. I need a place to bake.

Had the wall suddenly not opened up a random door with a big, supplied kitchen right in front of her, she wouldn't have believed something like this would, or could, happen at Hogwarts... or the magical world in general. So, the third problem was also solved, now the second one. She wrote an owl to her mother, asking for the ingredients to be sent to her in a parcel. For so many people there, Melika had to owl all the ingredients twice. Many guests meant you had to be prepared, baked a bit more in case someone wanted a second piece. Nevertheless, more cinnamon rolls were always better.

After baking lots of rolls for the potluck, Ophelia found herself marching toward the Hogwarts entrance with the containers in both her hands, somehow the rolls weren't sliding off, but she wasn't complaining. When she left to the grounds and bumped into a first-year Ravenclaw.

"Ah- yes, no worries. The rolls have proved to be tough." She joked, obviously the rolls weren't hard. "Are you alright? What do you have there?" The raven asked curiously, trying to peek to see what the Ravenclaw -Adrian? Aaron?-, yes, Aaron she believed he was called, had with him.

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Note: Vale has achromatopsia and uses special contact lenses to see. She is also a burn survivor.

Vale realized, perhaps too late, she'd end up coming across a school of fish rather than one singular one. Her words drowned out amongst others. And just like so, she lost interest in the rumbles of noises-

"Might that cauldron belong to you? It's crushing my cookies."

Vale's eyes snapped up, twisting quickly to find a younger girl feeling courageous enough to even direct a comment towards Vale herself. Vale stood up from the table, staring down at the girl with red eyes. A blink, and Vale twisted her head once more to observe her cauldron. She didn't speak, slowly dragging herself off to the table that held her cauldron, and gave it a lift to confirm the crumbles of cookies that lay at the bottom, and the delicate plate that was choosen.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Vale kept looking back and forth from the smashed cookies to the bottom of her cauldron. Eventually, she turned her head back to @Calypso Lovelace. "Uh...oopsies! Guess the contacts still need some light adjusting! Uh..." Vale snatched one of the smashed cookies, in hopes of finding some manner of solution to the err. Those that wander up to Vale willingly usually were the ones Vale watches for.

She hurried to eat one. Hm, sweet. Not going to be good for Vale's stomach later.

But still, Vale faked a smile. "Very delicious! Erm! What a shame that I made such a vicious error! Uh...what to do...what to do..." Vale scurried about with her cauldron, hoping for an empty spot on the table. Ah, the plate matched the table in lighting. Well, she was sure now as to why she didn't see them in the first place.

With a quick hand wipe to make sure absolutely nothing lay on the table, Vale plopped her cauldron there. She clapped her hands clean and almost already forgot why she did so in the first place. Vale froze, only turning her head back to the younger girl.
"So, uh, I'm sure your smashed cookies will be a hit with the crowd?"
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"You made the sweater yourself? That's amazing and very creative!" Maya said to Aster while she was looking at her sweater proudly.

The slytherin grinned happily, also proudly when Aster said her cinnamon cookies were amazing. "Thank you!" she said to Aster's compliment "I'm glad you like it and i did a good job" She said then took a bite of her own cinnamon cookie. "Guess we are both creative in our own ways"

Aster said she brought lentil and vegetable soup for the fall event and Maya considered silently if she should get a soup from her. But she felt like she had so many things on her plate already.

"Fall is my favorite season too" Maya beamed when she was asked her favorite season.

As her friend gestured towards the barrel of cider Maya squinted in thought. "You know, I don't think I had pumpkin juice cider before, or at least I don't remember. And I do know Xio! I talked to her before, are you guys friends?"

Maya said that she indeed wanted to try the Pumpkin Juice cider. "Lets go!" she said. "I wanna try the pumpkin one and maybe we can play a game later!" She then looked around the see what type of fall related games they could play. There was corn-hole, a court and leaf-pressing. She was unsure what she wanted to play. "Um, what would you like to play? I guess I am conflicted between the corn-hole and the court, or we can play something else?"

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Jada, as had happened before, had heard of the event through word of mouth before having encountered the poster. She remembered thinking it was very pretty, whoever had made it had not put much effort into it but it still had a certain charm to it. The hand-drawn leaves framed a poem half obscured by notes and papers posted up beside it. Not usually being one for poetry, it had taken her a minute to decode it before coming to the conclusion that it must be an invitation. An invitation for an event where one should "bring food". Even if she wasn't thrilled by the idea of having to share her food with others, she sure wanted to try what the others had brought.

Going back to her old habits she had picked up the apron and whisk she'd neglected for so long and gotten to work. Baking was something the girl had always done. For birthdays, gatherings or simply as a little treat for herself she'd made everything from cakes to cookies to macarons. An hour of scouring the library had won her a recipe book, a few more minutes had landed her on fall flavoured goodies. Apple strudel, pumpkin pie and all the good stuff. Eventually, she'd settled on cinnamon rolls. They weren't easy to make but easy to share and therefore the perfect "food" for the gathering.

She'd searched the school from head to toe for some secret entrance to the kitchens or someplace that would offer her an oven and ingredients. Her search had landed her on the fifth floor corridor, desperate, she must’ve walked past the door three or four times before noticing that it had appeared. Jada could’ve sworn it hadn’t been there earlier. The room of requirement she thought to herself. The room that reveals itself only to those who need it. She opened the door with a click of the handle to find a fully stocked kitchen filled with everything she could dream of needing.

After hours of mixing, kneading, baking and decorating they were finally ready. Admittedly, they weren’t perfect but if people were gonna complain they could go find themselves someone who would listen. She covered the tray in with a cotton cloth before heading out to the grounds where the others were supposedly gathered.

The trip had proved more challenging than expected, balancing a tray of cinnamon rolls down five flights of stairs without running into people and dropping it was harder than it had seemed it her head. She spotted the people already gathered on picnic mats with low tables as she walked across the grassy ground. Maybe she was late. Maybe they were all just early. It didn’t really bother her, she wasn’t here to meet people she’d just wanted to pig out fall-themed foods, hopefully mostly unnoticed by the other attendees.

Joining a group seated more to the side, she put down her tray alongside the other dishes. Turns out she wasn’t the only one who’d thought of cinnamon rolls because there was already a half empty rack of them there. @Ophelia Vanderbilt Having nobody to talk to she just sat awkwardly for a while, watching the others and smiling politely whenever anyone looked her way. As the minutes passed, she started waking around and looking for familiar faces. She found a few she knew from class, quidditch or other encounters. Munching on a cookie somebody or other had brought with them (There was a surprising amount of them), she absently sat back down. Closing her eyes momentarily she felt the autumn breeze on her face and the chatter of her classmates merged into the background. It was peaceful sometimes, to be alone even when not actually isolated.

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