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 Life is like a plate of cookies, Edgar Poe
Eudora Spitznogle
 Posted: Jul 31 2017, 04:40 PM
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    Eudora had grown tired of the campfires and the singalongs that were going on in front of their cabin, so she decided to stealthily sneak of the back and tip toe in the direction of the common kitchens. She had just finished off the last of the olive juice she'd brought with her and knew she would eventually need another martini, so she set off in the hope that she'd find some. Or at the least, a few cocktail onions. If nothing else she would raid the larders with impunity, she was a bit peckish after all.

    As she neared the door to the kitchens, she looked around suspiciously before pushing the door open to a sea of golden light. Once inside, she closed the door with a snap and set her wine glass down on one of the counters. She noticed immediately the strong smell of vanilla and chocolate wafting in the air. It was warm and sweet and it made her tummy rumble. A few plates of cookies had been laid out to cool and there were clearly still more cookies in the oven. It was a lovely smell, but decided against snagging one. Poor manners, and all that.

    Instead, the head snake whisked off in the direction of the larders at the back of the long hall. She began throwing open cabinets and sorting through shelves of pickled vegetables. Not only did she find the hallowed olives she was looking for, she found several jars. "Oh, these will do nicely," she exclaimed gleefully, taking the many jars of olives over to the counter and sitting them down before heading back to the larder to continue her raid.

    "Oh, that's a good year," Eudora came back to the counter, this time with a perfectly aged bottle of blueberry wine. The elder witch took up her own glass of half gone pinot grigio and tossed it back before uncorking her find. She poured a generous portion into the glass and gave it a taste. It was very sweet and pleasing to the taste. It made her sweet tooth cry out for more sweets. She looked around the kitchen one last time, eyes locking back onto the cookies. "Well, one wouldn't hurt," she mused aloud before walking over to the plates of warm cookies.

    A final glance over her shoulder and Eudora was plunging a particularly delicious looking chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. For a few moments the taste was divine, but soon and with no warning, the taste soured in her mouth. Like dirt and mold and dirty socks. It was horrible and it caused her to convulse violently before spitting chunks of...whatever she had just eaten all over the kitchen floor. "Dear God in Heaven," she pleaded as she began clawing at her tongue and gagging violently, looking around for something to was the taste from her mouth. When she found whoever was responsible for making such terrible cookies she was going to give them a stern talking to.

@Edgar Poe

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Edgar Poe
 Posted: Aug 12 2017, 07:18 AM
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Habits didn't generally change, even when one was away from home, or in Edgar's case, the school that he lived at with his siblings for most of the year. The boy did not have many close friends but he did enjoy being outside, so he had decided to come on this camping trip. What would it hurt? Of course there was reservations, there always was, but for the most part, Edgar was pleased with the decision and had spent a lot of the day in the forest that was by the camp, sitting in the shade that was offered by the trees and doing what seemed to be talking softly to himself - in fact, the few students that had wandered by had probably thought him to be insane.

Their suspicions would have been further confirmed had they realized that he was not talking to himself, but a jar that held a spider. Eventually, it was time for his lovely to be let go into the forest - he had brought her out from the cabin where he had found the eight legged creature that morning before some soul decided she wasn't worth to left alone. That was his experience with most people and any sort of arachnid, bug, or insect. People didn't understand the true value or beauty of these creatures, much like Edgar assumed that they didn't understand him. No matter, it made it easier for the boy to stay in the shadows at these times; made it easier for him to go unnoticed when he wanted to be.

After spending the day in the forest, Edgar had decided to go to the kitchens and bake. Never were his cookies to be taken granted for - of course he knew how to make good ones. After years of practice, trial and error as well as spending time experimenting much like his older sister Helena, Edgar knew how to make cookies that tasted sweet and gooey. But where was the fun in those cookies if he gave them out to people? No, there was a bit of trickery or deviousness in the pale skinned, baby faced boy. He enjoyed mixing things that would make the cookies rather dreadful - or at least to some of his batches, the boy did. Edgar always had a stash of cookies that were actually edible, as well. He saved those for the important people - the ones whom Edgar wanted to like him, or for his own pleasure.

Never had Edgar anticipated that when he came back from using the bathroom that a professor, his Head of House no less, would be trying out one of the freshly baked cookies. It was past curfew at this point - or close to it at the very least, but that was the time that Edgar had found the kitchens at this camp to be empty. "Hello Professor," he greeted meekly, moving to bag up the remaining cookies on the counter. "Water will help," he offered. "Those weren't meant for you. Would you prefer to try one that is actually good?"

@Eudora Spitznogle
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