The Super-Sprinklers PV Rhea Miller Closed

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[font=times new roman]Despite her grudging agreement to join Calypso, Rhea still longed to linger in the Gryffindor Common Room. To sink into the plush chairs by the fire in her red flannel pajamas from home and stretch comfortably, only half-awake but prepared to metaphorically douse herself in cold water when she opened the little muggle book of math puzzles that she always had tucked in her bag. She had all twelve volumes of the series, currently stacked up on the table at arm's length, and had planned to get through all of them that weekend.

Brain teasers were so invigorating to the young Gryffindor because they gave her something challenging to direct her thoughts at. Abandoning them, her mind became a muddled, stormy, hurricane-esque disaster, and she could not concentrate on any one thing. It had been purely a display of friendship that Rhea had left them all behind. Cal had no idea what a struggle that had been.

Sugar, she reminded herself, entering the Great Hall with Calypso.

Rhea had not had time to get dressed, so she had pulled on a pair of running shoes and a corduroy jacket with soft fleece lining that had stuck together into scratchy white clumps. Underneath remained her pajamas. It was a fashion statement.

"Do I look horrible?" she asked Cal, spinning to display the mismatched array of material. It was a half-joke, because yes, she did, but it would be an amusing social experiment to observe Calypso's reaction.

"You look fine," Cal said without missing a beat. "Although I might not be the best person to request fashion advice from." She gestured to the school uniform she was wearing.

"True," acquiesced Rhea. "No offense, but you're way too attached to that thing." Not that Rhea didn't appreciate the simplicity and efficiency of her Hogwarts robes, but she didn't adorn it on the weekends. Calypso looked affronted, anyhow.

"I said no offense,"Rhea repeated, exasperated. "That means you're not allowed to be offended."

Cal opened her mouth to retort, but was interrupted as someone handed her several plain cookies of various shapes. She thanked them, handing a few to a disgruntled Rhea, and the two walked to the emptiest table they could find.

Rhea immediately begam immersed in the world of pure sugar, and squeezed an inhuman amount of pink icing onto one. The poor heart-shaped cookie was practically drowning in the sweet goop. She concentrated deeply on the disaster in front of her, not comprehending anything that Cal might've been saying due to her intense focus, and finally finished coating the plain cookies in a horrible mess of colorful icing. She was a perfectionist, but this type of thing didn't matter in terms of appearance. It was going to be devoured anyway.

Rhea turned to look at Calypso and see what her friend had managed to make in that short amount of time.

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Permission to godmod granted by @Calypso Starling. We also went over the dialogue and she agreed to it.

Word Count: 483

After a history lesson, a partial wardrobe change, a few mostly unintended insults and a

lot of goading, Cal finally had Rhea in the Great Hall. She smirked to herself. She had known Rhea would come around. They collected their cookies, and stationed themselves at a mostly-empty table. Rhea started right away, slathering her poor cookie in icing. Calypso found that she wasn't surprised by this, as, despite her friend's highly perfectionistic tendencies, this seemed somehow a very Rhea thing to do. Cal chuckled.
"Wow, you're really going for it, aren't you?" But her fellow Gryffindor was far too immersed in her cookie-decorating to notice. Cal tried again. "I think we should have a team name." Still nothing. "What about...the Super-Sprinklers?" Cal laughed at her own silliness. No reply from Rhea. "Alright, the Super-Sprinklers it is." Grabbing a tube of lavender-colored frosting and a Cupid-shaped cookie, Cal got down to work. If she was giving these out to people, they had to be perfect. She knew this wouldn't be a reality, but couldn't quite bat away her own perfectionist tendencies. She was just starting to outline the chubby winged-baby's eyes when Rhea looked up from her creation for the first time.

"You've barely started," her friend said, surprised. Cal stopped frosting. "Yeah, I know. I just want it to be...right." Rhea looked as though this statement made about as much sense to her as wearing a raincoat in the shower. "But it's just going to get eaten. Why torture yourself about it?"
"Because I want to, okay?" Cal snapped. Rhea looked a little alarmed. She had never seen Calypso lash out like that before. "Rhea, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. But this is how I know how to do it. Now can we keep frosting our cookies?" Rhea simply nodded, and went back to her decorating. She was on her third cookie already.

Fifteen minutes later or so, Cal's cupid was finished. It was meticulously frosted, with little details such as ears, curly hair, a frosting nose, and sprinkle eyes. She had a right to be proud, and she was. One of my best culinary works so far, Calypso thought. She went to show it to Rhea, and her friend simply looked at the cookie for a few beats. Finally, she said, "Well...it's pretty. But does it have to be...so...perfect? Then, to Calypso's horror, Rhea reached out and smeared the frosting of her masterpiece around until it looked as if someone had shined a laser pointer onto the thing and a cat had tried to catch the dot. Twenty minutes of painstaking work, gone. Cal made a noise of outrage. "What the Merlin?!" She grabbed a fistful of frosting from a nearby bowl. "Well how do you like this?" Cal smeared it across Rhea's ridiculous coat. Now Rhea was the one to gasp. She, in turn, grabbed a tube of electric blue icing and squirted it on Cal's head. "Oh, you're asking for it!" Calypso seized the nearest bowl of frosting -lemon yellow- and dumped it across her friend. She grabbed a shaker of sprinklers and topped off the look. The group of three at the end of the table, who were before quietly talking and peacefully frosting their cookies like normal human beings, were gaping at the pair of them now.

Word Count (With Dialogue): 600 + 553 = 1,153/400
Word Count (Without Dialogue): 209 + 454 = 663/400