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 A tastiness we must find, Madeline <3
JR Zerner
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 02:23 AM
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It had been a long time since the kitchens had smelled this way when JR Zerner was the main culprit in them. The meeting with Liam had gone smoothly, as far as the lion could tell and it had reminded the young man of the days in the kitchens where Kiss had spent a lot of time begging him to teach her the secret spaghetti sauce recipe that his father used at the restaurant that the older man owned as Liam sat on the stool and laughed at them both. He had mentioned a time or two of them bickering like an old married couple and looking back on it now, JR wondered if their friend always knew, even before they were teenagers, that one day the two Gryffindors might fall in love and be together.

Of course, they weren't together, at least not yet and the lion was slightly disappointed about this fact. The opening night of the carnival hadn't exactly gone the way that JR had hoped and he had lost the courage to be able to ask her, feeling his tongue heavy and insides shaky instead. Still, they were friends and the young man was glad for this. They even had kissed a couple of times now and therefore, his spirits were high, it was only a matter of time. At least he hoped. Around his feet, Åska was purring at him, happy with the fact that his owner's friend had left the kitten a bowl of milk in the corner and fed him a bit. JR smirked; it seemed that the tiny creature had a bit of a tendency to meet him in the kitchens - as it was here that JR had first met Åska, wiggling in Erik's arms.

He did not know where his friend was that day - probably with Quincy somewhere, he presumed - but later he would deliver a tub of spaghetti and garlic bread to this friend as well as Kiska and Liam. Reaching down to pet the kitten's head, JR smiled at it. He was a fond of the small creature as he was his owner. Åska purred and nipped gently at his fingers before turning away to get another drink from the bowl that he had left on the corner of the floor.

So lost in the good memories - for once, this was a rarity in itself for the Gryffindor, that JR id not hear the door of the kitchens open, as he was lost in a mix of the spices and bubbling tomato sauce mixed with smell of garlic that filled the air when he opened the oven to check on the bread. It was good to be lost in a moment like this, a memory from his childhood where he had spent hours in his father's restaurant, learning the secrets of the Italian great-grandmother that he had never known and her sauces.

@Madeline Poe

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 Posted: Jun 11 2017, 07:54 AM
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Madeline had little reason to roam the lower levels of Hogwarts, and yet there was something beautifully creepy about the dungeons and the sub-levels in general, almost as if the spirits of the past were caught in between dark corners and cabinets no one used any more. She had few friends in Slytherin and Hufflepuff, therefore only hunger made her climb down all those stairs, fingers with long, black stiletto nails running over the handrail while her cat followed her like a shadow - or an exceptionally pretty and loyal fashion accessory. Bathory meowed as she twirled around Maddy’s feet once they were placed on the stones of the corridor towards the kitchen, and the girl smiled down at the giant ball of smooth, black fur for a moment before continuing her walk. One hand dug into the heavy fabric of her dress, lifting it so it would not take away the house elves’ duty to sweep the floor in the evening.

The distinct scent of garlic lured her closer towards the kitchen, stomach growling in a way that was anything but ladylike, and she placed the hand that was not holding onto her skirts on her belly, shaking her head in silent scolding. Then, Madeline tickled the pear with her long fingernails before entering the room where the scent intensified even more. Strangely enough, the house elves were not in charge of it, but a tall young man she vaguely remembered to be in Gryffindor, without necessarily knowing his name. With a soft smile and a majestic nod, she greeted him, before walking closer towards the herd, Bathory behind her meowing even louder as the cat’s senses were attacked by the promise of food as well. Maddy’s stomach decided to groan just a little louder, but she ignored it for the sake of reaching for one of the pot lids, curiously lifting it and gazing inside.

“What are you cooking?” she asked bluntly, offering her sweetest smile to the boy, dark-painted lips twisting just for him while her fingers were still holding onto the lid. The lion was just opening the oven, and the scent of garlic wavered through the kitchen towards Maddy, making her lick her lips like the cat that could already smell the cream. “Is this garlic bread? Oh, can I try it, please?” Finally, she placed the lid back on the pot and walked closer towards the cook in charge, Bathory rubbing her head against the girl’s long legs in the process.

At home, the food was always acceptable - and no one could really complain about the buffets at Hogwarts, but Maddy often fell victim to Helena’s cooking skills, and those were nothing but absolutely gruesome. Salmon on cake was only one of the many monstrosities her older sister had tried to feed her, but nothing could beat garlic bread and its tempting scents. Who cared about garlic breath afterwards it was not like she was going to kiss anyone today, anyway. Lifting her skirts slightly, the girl sat down on the nearest chair, batting her mascara-clad lashes at the boy.

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JR Zerner
 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 08:55 AM
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There had been a time when the lion was a young child, when he had spent hours in the kitchens of a muggle restaurant that was named Junior's Home. Pictures had lined the walls of the restaurant that led to the bathroom that told the tale of the boy that was growing up from the time that he wasa small child until however old the boy was at the time. The restaurant was name for JR, a place that his muggle father had always wanted his son to be able to come home to no matter what, especially after they had found out that the boy was a wizard. For the first few years of Hogwarts it had been perfect, coming home each summer to the smells that wafted through the kitchens and the restaurant. The thoughts and the feelings of this day brought back those good memories. The art of cooking must've stuck with the young man for on this day, years after his father had passed away and that restaurant was no longer in existence, JR could remember that the smells of the sauce were exactly the same.

His green eyes glanced up at the newcomer to the kitchens and the cat that followed, giving a polite smile as she examined what he was doing. The sauce was almost finished, the noddles ere just about done and he was pulling the garlic bread out of the stove with a blue hot mitt carefully. Putting the pan on top of the counter that were layered with other oven mitts, he looked back to the girl that had come in. "Spaghetti with sauce and garlic bread," he responded, eyes flickering over to the small kitten in the corner that was making a soft noise, not terribly pleased with the newcomers. "Grab a seat, it'll all be ready in a few moments." There was no reason not to share what he had made; the lion had been cooking for a small army, just the way that he had been taught to as a young child. Leftovers could be shared with friends or anyone that wanted some. It was just soothing to be cooking in the first place without the memories plaguing him into panic attacks.

He turned away, whistling softly as he moved about the kitchen, getting plates and silverware for the both of them as Åska came to rub up against his legs and purr softly, wanting the attention of the young man. "I know, I know. You ate and now you want my pocket to sleep in. Erik's going to kill me cause you follow me everywhere." His friend's kitten had taken quite the liking to JR, even if neither of the boys really knew why. Still, it was nice that the animal wanted to spend time with him. The truth was that the young man had not thought about getting another pet since losing either his father or his black lab, Jack, on that fateful day som odd years ago.

"I'm JR, by the way," he glanced back over at the girl that was now with him. giving another nod. "I don't promise this is the best food you've ever had, but it'll at least keep you foull till breakfast. Feel free to have as much as you want. Or as little as you want. Or whatever." Apparently, rambling was on the menu for this day as well, as the lion shifted to spoon them both platefuls of noodles and then sauce and garlic bread, bringing to the island counter both heaping plates. "Here you are."

@Madeline Poe

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