Oktoberfest Baking Workshop Closed

interactions: Nora Jensen, closed interaction; Evany Selakova (briefly)

{ Interacting with Nagal and Evany }

Hjørdis skimmed the first step, which required heating some ingredients. Her gaze flickered to the cauldron, almost double checking it was on the right temperature. Of course, it was perfect. There was no real surprise there. If it had not been, she would have been the first to complain. When it came to the cauldron, she expected nothing less than perfection from his side of things. He was, pretty much, in charge of the cauldron by default. That was, after all, his job. Hjørdis quirked an eyebrow as she heard him humming quietly to himself but said nothing about it. Dutifully, he went off to get the ingredients. Hjørdis approved of this. She would have gotten them herself if he had not but she preferred for someone else to do it. She could just stand there and delegate the tasks. That was much more fun.

Finishing with the instructions, she dropped the page down onto the station and checked the equipment that had been already set up in front of them. It was just a confirmation to make sure they had everything. A young child, perhaps first year, appeared by the table. The girl spoke in German?! Hjørdis raised an eyebrow at the child, having absolutely no idea what she was saying. Though she understood a few words from various languages, her German was very limited indeed. It was pretty much close to, well, none to be quite honest. She was not German but it sounded like German to her. "Excuse me? You may have me confused with someone else... I do not speak or understand German," She simply stated, wondering why the first year thought she was German or would understand it.

Another Professor may have been German, perhaps the child had simply gotten confused. However, the girl proceeded to explain an issue with her cauldron. She rambled on for a little while. Hjørdis stood there just watching her before nodding, "Very well-" She started, agreeing to assist the girl and fix her cauldron for her. However, before she could do so, Professor Nagal had returned and replied. Though he was polite, his mood seemed a little sour from the interaction.

Hjørdis narrowed her eyes slightly at the Potions Professor. Children were allowed to ask questions. She would much rather they asked than burnt the whole school down. However, she was not about to reprimand the man in front of his students, even though she really wanted to. The Professors were there to teach, after all. So instead of verbally telling him to behave, she simply gave him a look that said it.

Looking at the student with a much more neutral look, she nodded, "Professor Pendrast or the aforementioned Prefects are best placed to help you today," She momentarily mused to herself that the three of them would be a lot nicer to ask than someone like Nagal, who was clearly not in the mood to deal with children. She was very tempted to add 'However, Professor Nagal would be thrilled to help you throughout the day too' but she felt like he would murder her if she forced him to deal with more children all day. The thought itself amused her though. It took a lot of self-discipline to keep a straight face and not say anything else.

Turning back to the station, she pulled the ingredients he had brought over closer and picked up the scale. She had already placed the scales in front of her when Nagal reappeared. "I have not," She replied to his question, still wondering why the student thought she was German or would have understood it. "Do I look German to you too?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow, still a little confused.

Hjørdis automatically took the offered butter from him. She had planned to measure things out from the start anyway. Placing it onto the table, she cut a portion of it off and dropped it into the scales. 123g. She was just shy with her estimation and added a touch more to reach the required measurement. Focusing on the scales, she smirked a little before replying, "No, Professor Nagal, I'm the type that likes to lead in general," She was a Slytherin, after all. Her ambitions were high and they aimed to be leaders, great leaders. There was no doubt about it, she was one who preferred to lead than follow orders. She shot a quick glance to him, the small smirk on her face in response to his tease as she nodded to the butter to indicate it was correct and he could mix it into the potion, "I'm the Head of a House, of course I lead." She continued. Well, you can't say she's not arrogant. Of course she is, she worked hard just so she could be arrogant.

With that, Hjørdis took the jar of honey and cracked it open to start measuring it out. Within a few moments, she had 125 grams of butter, 250 grams of honey and 100 grams of brown sugar ready for him to heat and mix.

Outfit of the day

Interacting with Bloom Silverton

Interaction: Ben Eckenrode

He moved his hand away. Perhaps this answered her questions. He doesn't love me anymore... Bloom felt the tears coming at the surface of her eyes. She quickly looked down and pretended to focus on the ingredients list, holding back her tears; hiding it from Ben. Blinking a few times, the tears had finally held back. She took a deep breath in and felt back in place.

"I'll melt stuff," she said, finally looking up at Ben, seeing his smile. It only made her smile back although she felt torn on the inside. "So how do I melt stuff?" she asked, a bit embarrassed that she truly had no idea how to bake. She felt as though this should have been an important skill to have-- to show Ben what she was capable of. But now? She was capable of nothing. She had nothing to show.

Sighing, Bloom looked at the melting ingredients. "I'm useless," she whispered faintly to herself. She held her breath for a second wondering if he just heard her. The worst thing she could now do is not only show that she was not capable, but now she hated herself for it. She shook off the thought and grabbed the butter that was in front of them with her bare hands. Holding it, she looked around in what she could put it in. The butter, melting in her hands, was slightly slipping away. "Quick! Where do I put this?" she asked, feeling lost with the amount of resources that were in front of her.

Laughing off the overwhelming, Bloom looked at Ben, the butter still in her hands. "I guess it's melting...," she joked, seeing the butter still melt in her hands, her smile sheepish.

Interaction with Bwoom

Interaction: Ben Eckenrode

Bloom could not help but to laugh extremely hard. Their interaction was natural and free despite the feelings that were hidden in her heart. It was as though these two were made for each other-- only obstacles such as the mask was in their way.

Ben had made a remark about the wand and Bloom's jaw dropped with even more laughter. She did not expect him to be sarcastically witty back at her. Staring at him for a second, she finally remembered that the butter was still slipping and melting in her hands. She moved her hands over the cauldron that he instructed her and was about to put it in when his hands touched hers. Bloom could feel a shake, and it wasn't hers. She was unsure of what it was but ignored it.

Her cheeks turned red and she could feel her body heating up without understanding why. Bloom took a deep breath and tried to put the moment in the back of her mind. She tried to hold his hand and he didn't return the act. He didn't love her anymore.

"Okay, fine. So I put it in the cauldron. I take out my stick and bang it three times. No! Two times. I got this," she said, finally getting all the butter (with Ben's help) into the cauldron. Bloom looked at her hands and saw that they were oily from the butter. She looked around the table and grabbed a white towel that was sitting nicely on the corner. Grabbing the towel, she wiped her hands. Once finished, she went into her robe and grabbed her wand from the inside pocket. "Two times? Two times," she said, questioning and answering herself.

Bloom took her wand and tapped the cauldron twice. Fire begin to form from underneath the cauldron. The butter began to melt slowly. Bloom looked back at the recipe and saw that she needed to include honey and brown sugar. Putting her wand down on the table, she grabbed the honey and looked back at the recipe. It called for 250g of honey. Bloom looked at the measuring cups and could not figure out which one to use. She looked at Ben and pouted her lips with a quick smile afterwards.

"Which one do I use?" she asked, biting her lip in confusion while looking at each measuring cup, hoping that she did not look dumb. She truly needed help, and in addition, deep down, she wanted Ben to touch her once more. His hands on hers was what she missed-- his touch.

Interaction: Bwoom Eckenrode Silverton

Interaction: Ben-Ben Eckenrode

What did he just say? she asked herself. She thought she heard something about a heart, but she could be wrong. Bloom was unsure of what he meant by that, so instead, she paid attention to the recipe and the findings of the measuring cup.

Jaw dropped, Bloom was about to hit him. Her left hand was relaxed on the table and her right hand was coming up ready for a friendly slap on the shoulder. "You're mean, Eckenrode," she teased and her hand was about to slap him when she felt warmth on her left hand. She paused and looked down at her hand. His hand was in hers, giving her the measuring cup.

She had gotten the touch she wanted; the touch she needed. The touch lingered longer than it should. What's happening... Does he love me? Is he teasing me? she thought, not understanding how to handle the situation that was happening right before her eyes. Should she hold his hand? Should she back away? What should she be doing? Bloom, stood there for just as long as Ben had been lingering his hand, staring at it.

"I miss you," she faintly whispered, mainly to herself but a deep part of her hoped for him to hear. She wanted to be with him; to have him hold her. But the idea of him being the mask stopped her. She broke up with him because she could not handle the idea that there was an evil mask that took over him. What kind of person would she be if she went back with him? Would she be able to handle what he's been going through? Would she be able to support him?

Bloom's parents support each other through thick and thin. Although they have financial troubles, they still are there for each other. Bloom did not feel she was that mature yet. She was not an adult. She still wanted to have fun and go on adventures -- not worry about important matters. But still... Ben should have had the same outcome of having fun. Instead, he had to deal with scarred experiences that weren't even his own doing.

All these thoughts were wrestling in her mind. But that was just it: they were thoughts. What did her heart feel? I love Ben Eckenrode, she answered. Bloom, still looking at his hand looked up at him. His eyes, soft she turned her lips into a small smile and closed her fingers on his hand. She had given him a sign and maybe he would get it. If not, then perhaps no matter how much she loved Ben, he probably did not feel the same way back.

Interacting with Aurelia