nothing is better sometimes

There was an excellent chance that if she didn’t get a helping of banana pudding that Marlene was likely to pummel the next person who breathed in her direction. She’d been so focused on her class work in the common room that she’d completely forgotten the time. When she had made it into the Great Hall she was less than thrilled to realize that all of the pudding had been eaten.

Marching out she made her way into the kitchen’s without a hint of hesitation, if there was more pudding then she would find it. She’d figured there would be a house elf or two but what she hadn’t counted on was someone else being in the kitchen. Stopping in her tracks for a moment she considered her options before taking another step in, eyes moving around the room as if confirming what the girl had said was true.

“I’m here to see if there’s any spare pudding. I’ll be in and out quick.” Marlene assured as she made her way into the fridge with careful eyes scanning everything until she found what she’d been looking for.

Celine didn’t look up for her project at hand until she was sure that the other girl wasn't paying any further attention to her. She looked up from her project at hand so she could roll her eyes at the back of the blondes head. “You should really try to get the food while it’s out, the elves don’t make extra for fun, they’re running a whole castle.” The bloody audacity of coming into the kitchens without asking the elves first... to steal pudding of all things?

Was it a ridiculous gesture to say something? Sure. Especially since she knew the elves genuinely wouldn’t be in nearly as much of a fit about it; moreso ridiculous since there was no one here when she’d come in to start baking. The kitchens was her domain, in her mind; she’d begged the elves a full year before they let her come into the kitchens to cook. And another two before they left her alone or let her make weird order requests.

Away from the crowds of the Great Hall gathering for catch ups and grub, out of sight from any house mates who’d wanna pry into her ‘summer memories’, the kitchen had always been her safe haven. At home and at Hogwarts, she spent hours locked away in the silence of a warm kitchen. Sometimes accompanied by the house elves, but usually they left her to her thoughts and the heavy scent of flour and cinnamon. And she preferred it that way. 

A small creak from the main entrance of the room pulled her from her empty thoughts, though she made no move to stop what she was doing. “The elves are out,” she said, following the same beat of her hands as she bread-to-be against the cracked counter tops, “and no, I will not be taking a message.”

EDIT: I made a wanted connections and quick facts page here to aid in getting plots set up with my little thounderstorm over here!!