Oktoberfest Butterbeer Tasting Finished

The Mixing Tent // Open to Interactions

Ingredients:
One handful of chocolate
One spoonful of cinnamon
One spoonful of rose oil
One spoonful of anise
One pinch of maple syrup
One pinch of sugar shrub

Interacting with Professor Jensen (briefly), Amadea Campbell, and Bloom Silverton

The two older girls were nice, to say the least- Amadea and Bloom, both pretty names fit for pretty girls with pretty personalities. They both exuded the same sense of childish innocence that you would normally find in a five-year-old, and somehow, Elijah found himself feeling like Holden Caulfield, a catcher in the rye, even if he was younger than both of them.

The Sarsaparilla seemed to be a popular choice, but Elijah would find himself drawn to a different flavor. Tossing his empty cup of Nutmeg, he would turn back to Professor Jensen, who had given him his first cup, and asked, "Could I have a cup of Sweet and Spicy butterbeer, please? Hot, as well." The name intrigued him- how could something be both sweet and spicy at the same time? As he received his cup, he heard an exclamation of disgust from Bloom. 

Turning around quickly, he watched as she proclaimed the nastiness of Black Licorice, nearly begging them to not drink it. He could only imagine how awful it tasted- he, himself, had never cared for the black candy, and having it infused into a drink sounded ridiculous. Amadea, clever and quick-witted, held out her own cup of Sarsaparilla. Her logic was sound- the overly sweet flavors might be able to counteract the bitterness of the licorice. In some odd way, he felt kind of like a potioneer, or a doctor, trying to cure someone's side effects.

"Bloom, are you alright?" he asked, stepping forward with a look of concern etched into his face. "Goodness, you must've really not liked licorice. Do you need a glass of water?" A comforting touch on her arm, quickly withdrawn afterward would suffice, and he would take a small step back to let Amadea's automatic superiority take over. He truly felt bad for the Ravenclaw, and thanked her mentally for taking one for the team. That was a bullet he certainly wanted to dodge.

Remembering his own drink in his hands, he slowly raised it to his lips, wary of the flavor that was about to hit him. The spice so harshly reminded him of his grandmother's cooking, bringing tears of nostalgia, not pain, to the corners of his eyes. "Wow," he choked out, coughing into his elbow to clear his throat. "That's..." How could he explain the memories attached to the flavor, the sweet and the spice that contrasted yet blended so smoothly together?

"It's really good," he managed to say, blinking any emotion away from his face. "Although rather spicy. I'd say to proceed with caution- but indeed, it's quite a unique blend of flavors. I highly recommend it." That response seemed adequate enough- or, so he hoped.

Interactions: Scott Alexander, Anton Nagal
Location: Nagal's Mini-Tent

The Tasting Tent
Interacting with Quinn Healy
Open to Other Interactions

Her blonde hair flung as she turned her head to meet the glance of her ginger friend, smiling at him as he greeted her with enthusiasm. Her skin that was so closely linked with white, glass china, that blinded the eye with its paleness, briefly went red at her being addressed. Nervous as she was, her emotions got the better of her once again. She could have died of embarrassment then and there at the thought of how anxious she could appear some days.

"Bonjour," She began, smiling, her color resettling. "ah- I am good, I suppose." She started, taking another sip of her drink. "It is a bit chilly, but I have found that I do not mind as much as I thought I would." A soft laugh made it past her lips, and she brushed some of her soft hair away from her eyes. in truth, she had not anticipated the October weather (she was generally unprepared for most things), but it wasn't all that bad. A little chill had never hurt anyone.

She nodded her head fondly. "I'm having the chocolate one," She started, nodding down to her cup. "It is quite the interesting flavor, I have noted that, but in any case, it is nice. I almost found myself pondering the Nutmeg one, but I am a chocolate lover." She explained diligently, smiling. She allowed herself to readjust her hair once more, seeing as though it was still messed up from the wind. Her hands stung with the icy cold, the pads of her fingers glowing a bright red. She was cold as stone, but she was not ready to admit such. It was not in her nature to retreat. She has run the streets of New York, so she decided that it was a possibility that she survived through colder.

Taking another gentle sip, she now regretted not getting a hot beverage, but she was content. Her mind was keen on surviving this, no matter how cold she got. "How are you?" She finally asked, kicking herself for how rude she was. First, she met him in a Hospital bed, which was not the most ideal way to make someone's acquaintance, and then she didn't even have the courtesy to properly greet him! What kind of friend was Alexx, anyway? But she let it pass, as she reminded herself that she was new to the whole "friendship" ordeal, which was no doubt Quinn's fault in this case, as he was ever so friendly! She really needed to stop befriending those who were clad in those yellow and gray colors; those badgers were traps, always willing to befriend you, always making conversation. It was a nightmare if you ever wished yourself to be the lone wolf, but a blessing indeed when you didn't need to be the lone wolf, which she suspected every Hufflepuff thought so.

But these thoughts were not to be confused with Alexx disliking anyone. No, she was a people person as much as she was a people pleaser. Never would she turn away from a new face, even less so would she deny one that was familiar. Alexx craved that sort of companionship in her life, which she always knew she was lacking. Quinn seemed to know so too, or otherwise, he might not have stuck around. She was grateful, considering he was such a nice friend. "Doing well, I hope?" She spoke again, her smile never once fading from her rosy red cheeks. She could feel her nose start to burn again, much to her dismay. It was not a pleasant feeling, the cold, and while stating externally that she was a friend to it, internally she was regretting her lie; Alexx was no longer fond of this weather.

[FONT="Century Gothic"]Location: The Tasting Tent
Interacting with Alexx Helm
Still Open to other interactions

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[FONT="Century Gothic"]Smiling Quinn always enjoyed that simple, yet effective way of conveying one's own emotions. There was something about it that triggered a sense of satisfaction inside Quinn. It was as though when someone smile, like genuinely smiled at him. He himself felt that he accomplished something significant.

The redhead who was often seen as just a curious, but observant goofball felt that by causing someone to genuinely smile. He in turn was able to bring a little bit of happiness to their laugh, or lift their spirits, or perhaps just be that one person that gave them a bit of kindness on an otherwise brutal day.

Now Quinn hadn't known Alexx very long, and the circumstances of their meeting was strange after all. To Quinn however the boy with a curiosity that could never be sated, it didn't matter. Once he had his eyes set on making you his friend, that was it. Because eventually he would succeed.

All of these thoughts flowed through his head as he listened to her, and took long sips of his cold caramel flavored butterbeer. You see Quinn loved the cold, sometimes he wondered if he secretly craved it. This was the boy who once ran in the middle of winter to see the snow in nothing but his shorts and short sleeve sleep wear. Granted he caught a brutally bad cold, and was severely scolded for being so reckless...again. To him the effort was still heavily worth it however.

"Chocolate? We'll have to try that next we will. We got this caramel flavored butterbeer and it's..." He paused taking another sip nearly emptying his small cup of the magnificiently smooth stuff. ...So smooth and so sweet. We can see why most might not like this? But for me this is absolute heaven!" The boy was so easily excited, but showing clear enthusiasm for something he obviously took great joy in.

Quinn grinned hearing her last question. "Oh ya know me Alexx I'm always keeping things...Frosty." A satisfied and pleased grin came across his face. He looked absolutely giddy nearly unable to hold back his own laugh at the terrible pun he made at his friends expense. The boy was truly curious to see how Alexx would react to it. He really hoped he made her laugh with that, the blue color of his eyes seeming to shine brighter with a certain purpose and light in em.
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Interactions: Elijah Haung & Amadea Campbell
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The taste of the Black Licorice was leaving a rotten taste on her tongue. She could not help but the taste it over and over again the more she smacked her lips together. She was beyond annoyed that she "took one for the team" but it was her decision.

Elijah asked if she wanted some water and she nodded her head. Perhaps that was a lot better than wasting her drink number on a regular butterbeer. They only had twelve and she was on number three. She did not want to waste it on the regular flavor, especially when black licorice was still stuck in her taste buds. "Thank you," she said to the Slytherin. Bloom was truly enjoying the company of the Slytherin.

While waiting for the water, Amadea had offered her butterbeer. The flavor was Sarsaparilla. It was what she had tasted before. "Genius idea," she said, grabbing her half-filled cup and tasting the epic sweetness that was swishing in her mouth. It was less sweet than before, but perhaps it was the black licorice that was playing with the flavor. Even so, it truly took out the bitterness.

"Thank you, Amadea! Here, let me get you a drink," she said, wanting to return the thank you with a drink. The Hufflepuff did give her half a cup of her twelve. She might as well return the offer. "Which one do you want?" she asked with a smile, her pink lips slightly chapped from the cold weather and butterbeer tastes.

Although she had a number of drinks left, Bloom was a bit interested in what the other tent would be like. Now that she met a couple people, she wondered if they would come with her or if she would go alone. Asking never hurt. "Do you guys want to try the mixing tent?" she asked both Elijah and Amadea. Maybe they would be willing to, who knows.

interactions: Adelaide Ayers, Ami Procoppio, Scott Alexander