Post by Clarice Blackwood on Jul 3, 2008 21:23:11 GMT -5
For one reason or another, Clarice had decided that the kitchens would be a good place to 'get away' to. A comfort despite the hubbub of house elves muttering to one another as they worked. But it was late at night and the workload had died down enough to be calm, fairly quiet, and comforting. Besides, the Ravenclaw loved the warm feeling that came with the cookery, and had shamelessly developed a sweet-tooth on her way down the halls. She felt like chocolate. Yes, yes. A brownie sounded good. It was late, far too late for the Blackwood girl to be meandering about. But it was this bloody craving again; the one that happened now and again when she would stay up late studying one thing or another. Her brain thrived on knowledge, so why couldn't it treat itself to comfort food once and a while? Perhaps it was also the fact that there was a party going on somewhere upstairs. She could've gone, you know. She could've gone and had herself one hell of a time. But the thinker and decided against it, and chosen to keep to her books. She didn't feel much like joining the crowd in getting drunk or getting laid. Thought the taste of wine was ever sweet, Clarice was in no mood to play dress-up and then watch as everyone paired off to do what they pleased with one another. Really, they could go off and have their fun. She didn't care what they did with themselves. But she decided that she would rather not watch. She'd hear about it from Jackson or Summer tomorrow anyway. It wasn't as though she was missing much.
It had taken a lucky bit of soundless footsteps to get her here, but eventually she was face-to-face with the fruit of the kitchen's portrait-entrance. One, slender finger glided gently against the body of the pear, who squirmed against the ticklish touch and giggled child-like before the painting swung open. The girl stepped in, closed the portrait behind her, and was greeted by a small elf whose squeaky voice certainly grabbed her attention. "What can we do for you, young missus?" Clarice granted them a slight, hesitant smile before deciding to placate their eagerness. "Um... just some chocolate?" She always felt awkward speaking to house elves, not used to their hospitality and thrill to serve. Her blood was half and half, after all. She was raised under a muggle's household with a wizard's flair. There were still some things in the magical world she had never really gotten in touch with. The elves delighted in her request and scampered off to find the chocolate she had asked for. It was quite amazing, actually, to watch them go off with such a desire to please. She had been the kitchens a few times around, and it still managed to amuse her again and again. She enjoyed their presence despite their overwhelming enthusiasm and had often lurked here simply to partake in the friendly atmosphere they seemed to radiate despite their constant workload. Stoic Clarice often had her moments of aloof, distant behavior, after all, and this was the room where she could usually be found, eating a biscuit or a muffin. Tonight's sin, however, was chocolate. And the kitchens were oddly empty besides the small group of house elves that had returned with a few slabs of chocolate, a brownie, and hot cocoa. Hell. This was service.
Clarice was herded over to a rug by the fireplace, which she seated herself upon as her plate of chocolate was placed on a small table beside her. Merlin. There was enough chocolate to feed her dormitory. She'd certainly offer some to Summer and Jackson when they returned from the party. If they returned from the party. It'd be a good pick-me-up if they woke up baring hangovers. She always thought so. Then again, she had only had so many hangovers in her lifetime. She wasn't exactly a heavy drinker, after all. She fished her book out from beneath her arm while her other hand snapped a piece of chocolate from its slab. It smelt so warm... one of her favorite smells in the world. Perhaps her Amortentia smelt vaguely of chocolate. She smirked gently at the idea and plopped the piece in her mouth. It melted smoothly, deliciously... a wonderful taste that comforted every bone in her body. She had felt oddly... alone, after all. As much as she didn't care about the get-together upstairs, she had found herself somewhat awkward all alone in the common room. She usually delighted in solitude, when it was quiet besides the crackling of the fire and the turn of her book's thin pages. But tonight, she had found herself restless enough to sneak all the way from the Ravenclaw Tower to the kitchens. Really, was it worth the trouble? She plainly decided that it was, having taken a sip of the cocoa and smiling small to herself. She'd pack up the leftover chocolate when she was done to nibble later, perhaps she'd offer some to Remus if she saw him around. She enjoyed his company as she did this warm, simple moment by the fireplace. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd gone to attend the shindig as well. She didn't really think him to be particularly interested in something like that. But who was she to be so sure of the Gryffindor, though she had come to grow quite fond of him? She considered this vaguely as she took another bite and opened her book. Pride and Prejudice. A muggle classic.
ooc; reserved for remus. <3
sorry it's a tad wordy. muse hit me. o.o; [/size]
