Sweet! PV Zykeal Lane PV Evelynn Decipio Closed

[font=century gothic]INTERACTING WITH@Opeila Winters and @Zykeal Lane[/font]

There seemed to be quite the fuss about Valentine's Day. There had been the ball put on by the PURE Club, an announcement for an errand to decorate and send out cookies and sweets, and then something about a supper on the evening of the day itself. Evelynn hadn't really paid attention to the latter given that she wasn't one to participate in anything that remotely resembled romance. Afterall, according to her mother, "there would be no dating until after she was married". But moreover, she simply hadn't the time nor the interest. Quidditch, homework, prefectorial duties, and everything else were enough to keep her occupied. Nevermind another person; she was married to her duty.

Of course, all work and no play made for a dull day. What did it hurt to take a break now and again? Evelynn hadn't failed to participate during the cupcake decorating errand the previous year, nor in sharing some baked goods with Mister Dunaid over the summer when the students' confectionery skills had been called in aid. Although baking was more up her mother's alley than her own, she did find it relaxing. Plus, her sweet tooth would be sorely remiss should she pass this by without at least doing her minimal part.

By the time Evelynn arrived, there were a few that had already gathered and begun on the task. Cookies had been laid out by the half-dozen in more place settings than she cared to count, and she could see house elves running to and fro at the behest of students with what appeared to be decorative ingredients. As it was Saturday, Evelynn's typical school uniform had been exchanged for dark leggings and a long-sleeve grey knit dress over a white blouse, co-captain and prefect badges affixed to the lapels. With a demure smile and wave directed in Inda Wyllt's direction, Evelynn entered the fray to find herself a place to sit. A lone figure caught her attention.

"Are you making those for anyone in particular?" Evelynn asked on approach, giving a cursory examination of the six cookies.

The chocolate ones with multi-coloured sprinkles reminded her of christmas bobbles. The other two with melted chocolate that sported the pink heart-shaped confections seemed more traditionally Valentine. She was tempted to ask if any of them would be going to Athanatos, but as she wasn't quite certain where Seilun and the Ravenclaw stood, she thought better of it.

"How are you?" she asked instead, shifting her indecisive mind from cookies to companion. Concern etched itself in the faint lines on her forehead as her gaze panned over the Slytherin's profile. "What happened on the train… that must have been frightening. Do you know who those people were?"

Mind made up to sit with Seilun for the errand—provided that she wasn't entirely rebuffed—Evelynn slid onto the bench next to the brunette and pulled a tray of cookies closer. With elbows propped up onto the table and chin settling onto interlaced fingers, she stared down at the baked goods, entirely uncertain what to do with them. Lifting her attention, she let it wander from table to nearby table in search of inspiration. Her gaze came to settle on a vat of soft green icing.

"Lane~!" A Gryffindor boy she recognized was walking nearish to the table with the icing. "Might I be terribly imposing and ask you to pass me that green icing? Oh, and also the piping sleeve next to it as well?" With a pleading smile, she nudged her chin—still resting lightly on the backs of her knuckles—in the direction of the other table.

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What an odd time to be alive in the castle, with the fickle firsties giggling throughout the halls it was with great relief that he found himself alone for the chance to be alone for once. With his reputation turning its tides with the student body, it seemed that he'd be needing some sort of familiarity or even normality within his social circle; someone he'd probably not be so hostile with. This specifically, wasn't the most interesting affair he'd be taking part in the next few days, of course, but he figured he'd try and at least give it a shot.

With trepidation, the boy had thought that the event that'd be occurring would require him to bake the cookies that they'd be decorating. Thankfully, that would not be the case as the vast array of cookies spread out for the students made his worries go away in an instant. Instead, he was now to be focusing on a slightly more artistic side of things when decorating these treats. Thinking to himself though, he didn't think his artistic abilities with his woodcarving would be able to be easily translated over towards the toppings these sweet cookies required.

This was supposed to be a 'quiet before the storm' type of moment, as he had been made aware that a pairing was made for him at the actual Valentines' Day event. Maybe a time to get his head straight and not to think of all the nonsense he'd been having to deal with lately, mainly of his own making, but regardless nonsense indeed. As he picked through the selection of cookies that were available to him, he scooped up a batch of 6 of the plain white vanilla-looking ones. These would be easy to use as a canvas for the butchery that would soon occur.

Taking his tray within one hand, his opposite rotated the wand through the digits of his hand, spinning the ivory-colored aspen wood wand with ease. This was a common feature, tic, of the boy that never let his wand ever be too far away from him. Moving through the gaggle of girls guffawing over their own hideous creations, he made his way slowly towards a lone table that held the icing that is used to top his sweet treats. Unfortunately, he had to stow his wand within the lining of his black ripped jeans before he could carry any more, after having done so, he'd go ahead and select an assortment of colors that were based around the houses of the school.

When he was ready, he'd start to make his way over towards a lone table, somewhere quiet where he could just focus upon what he was doing and not be bothered by the horde. Zykeal hadn't made it far when the sound of his last name was called out, he winced, no one really ever called him that unless he was in trouble. Expecting some sort of prefect or professor to chastise him, he turned slowly, peeking through the corner of his eye before committing to the full rotation. When he spotted just his house's Co-Cap, he didn't know if this was a desirable outcome to the former assumption, but, at least he'd be able to talk his way out of the unnecessary troubles of a quidditch player if it was needed. After a moment though, he noticed a familiar and somewhat friendly face sitting next to the girl and he decided in an instant that it wasn't the worst table to sit at.

"What is a..." oh, this thing that he had also gathered to be able to use the icing. Honestly, he hadn't a clue what it actually was until she had labeled it something, but, he figured if he was going to squeeze out some goop onto the cookies he acquired, it could at least help with the display, "Sure, sure..." he offered, walking over towards the pair of girls. Shifting himself around the side of the table opposite of the two, he'd sit down and slide over the green icing he had.

A lopsided smile was produced from the boy as he settled his wand next to him upon the table after having produced it from his waistline, always within reach, within sight. Looking over towards Eve for a moment, he nodded and asked in a nice, but, sincere tone, "Just Zyk please," and then he'd turn to look over towards Opeila, "Oy' love, whose heart you plan on breaking tomorrow?" he questioned, his head canting to the side with a wicked little grin to accompany the motion. It was no surprise to him that she would entangle herself into something that'd end up going wrong, the girl had the reputation for it after all.

This post is not for the errand, but, to engage in RP
Mentioned: @Opeila Winters | @Evelynn Decipio