Appitite [Open]

[Melva Adela Galle]

It was never a good idea to self-medicate oneself with food. Therefore, it was a good thing that it was a very, very rare day that Melva felt in the need of a serious pick-me-up. At home, on the off moment she felt blue- there was always some sort of Ben and Jerry's tucked away in the icebox.

Here, though...at Hogwarts...there was only the kitchens. So it was a good thing that the kitchens where only a literal hop, skip and jump away from her very Common Room. After classes, after dinner, most of her dormmates were doing homework, or fooling around in playful and romantic ways alike. Left alone at the moment...Melva went in search of a pick-me-up - and that ment a something with a diabetic-causing amount of sugar.

Already, bedecked in fluffy slippers; and in rumpled, loosened uniform, Melva crept up to the fruitbowl portrait, tickling the edge of the green pair as if it were a playful kitten. The portrait doors swung open with a squeak, and as calm as you pleased, Melva stepped inside, only just remembering to swing it shut again behind her. As supper was done...most of the house-elfs were just busy bustling about with cleaning dishes, and planning the next morning's breakfast. When she entered however...a few directed their attention on her, with questions of 'need anything, miss?' or offering left over, untouched desserts that were all together all too tempting.

"I'm alright, really." She always felt so awkward, being fawned over. " Well...if you had any Pumpkin juice left over...and some pasties?" She was a sucker for anything pumpkin...her mom had a think about it...didn't like the taste. So there was never so much as a pumpkin pie at home during Christmas. She had to get her fill of it at school.

The house elfs shuffled off to get what she wanted, others directed her to an moderately empty baking table- where she promptly set herself down on a stool and awaited the sweet, pumpkin confections that came in a jug wit a cup and a small platter moments later. She poured the juice herself, after assuring an overly-persistant elf that she would be fine, before tearing into a first pastie as she did.

She sat, mulling over the food in her mouth and the thoughts in her head. The familiar saying 'misery loves company' popped into her head, and she wondered if she should have grabbed someone to come along and mull with her...at least there would have been a chance of someone to tak to, then.

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[Cameron Matthews]

Cameron hadn’t seen Robyn around anywhere all day. Where she had been, he didn’t know. Maybe she had been trying to stay away from him all day… But when it came to the two of them, it was usually bad luck. Oh well. He would see his sister some other time. Meanwhile he was craving something to drink that was not water. With that in mind he abandoned homework and said a quick farewell to some of his friends. Who would have come without much hesitation, but were busy themselves finishing their work that was due in the next few days. He was done with most of it. And copying off of someone once in a while wasn’t too bad. Others copied off of him at times, they could return the favor if he asked for it. So with a satisfying drink in mind he walked out of the common room without any care of getting caught.

There were hardly any professors walking along the dungeons around this time. Usually Hufflepuffs were the ones that followed rules. But at times everyone did things they normally didn’t. It was his twins thing to wake up at any time of the night and go for a snack. He was usually the one dragged awake if she didn’t want to be left alone in the kitchen. But that couldn’t be done at Hogwarts with them being in two separate houses and a couple of floors and towers between them. Finally reaching the portrait with the pear in the middle of the canvas he tickled it with just one finger. Watching in amusement as it tried getting out of his reach as it giggled. Finally the portrait swung open admitting him inside. In near to no seconds he was surrounded by house elves.

It reminded him of the first time he had entered the kitchens. Robyn had been wanting to show him for months and he had finally agreed to meet her in the dungeons right outside of his common room. There the two had entered the kitchen to find an endless supply of snacks that could have people coming back for more. “Uhm. I just want some pumpkin juice.” He told the house elves kindly and with patience. The House elves were odd, but according to Robyn it was just their nature. He was instantly led over to one of the tables where he could see someone already sitting at one. Surprise, Surprise. With a jug of pumpkin juice. So pumpkin juice was another of those things Hogwarts never really ran out of. That was a good thing. But he just craved it tonight. Normally he would go for some coffee.

“Ah.” He began, About to ask for a glass. But a moment later the glass was pressed securely into his hand and was asked if anything else was needed. “Perhaps some chocolate cake?” He asked hopefully. He was always in the mood for chocolate cake. One of the things he and his sister shared. Only she could put away more of it than he ever could. Sometimes too much of the sugar was hard to swallow down. Whereas she seemed she had no trouble at all. He sat down beside the girl who was already there before him. “Hope you don’t mind.” He said as he sat across from her and motioned over towards the jug of pumpkin juice. He didn’t think it would be too great of an idea to ask for another jug of pumpkin juice instead of finishing one off first.

With that in mind he reached his arm out and grabbed the jug. Allowing the juice to land in his glass. As he set the jug down and brought the glass to his lips the cake had arrived on a plate along with a fork beside it. “Thank You.” He thanked grateful. They really had it great at Hogwarts. Being fed and not having to wonder too much what other experiment their mother would try and force feed them. They had infinite choices on what to eat here. He turned to the girl across from him. He noticed the familiarity of the uniform she wore. Another Hufflepuff. He usually changed out of his uniform the first chance he got, so unless she had seen him around the common room she probably wouldn’t know he was a Hufflepuff himself. “How are you this evening?” He asked. Thinking he should take a page out of his sisters book and decide to talk to another person first.