Rumbly in my Tummy -Nort-

[cora]

It was nighttime, and Cora was suppose to be asleep...HA! Fat chance. That and she was craving, chocolate chip cookies with M&M's. Yes she was dearly craving those, and no matter what. To the house elves protests she would make them herself. besides those poor creatures worked themselves to death anyways, and well they needed good rest, and not have to wait on her at...1 in the morning. Oh dear. She slipped out of the bed, and then into her pink sweatpants (rolled up to the knee), accompanied by what she was already wearing, a white camo. Ooh sneaky sneaky, that was the plan. Sneak.

Amazingly she made it out of the Common room, and down the first few flights of stairs without being caught. At the bottom of the staircase she heard a noise off to her right behind her. Qucikly she slipped into the shadows...as well as she could. Cora was wearing bright colors, and well those aren't the best for sneaking in. But to her delight it had only been some weirdo kid sleep walking. She'd definitely have fun with that later. Most def. Now onward with the mission. The kitchen wasn't much farther.

The young girl opened the kitchen door, and to her surprise the house elves were alrady lined up to take her order. "No it's okay. I was just going to make cookies. I'll leave some for you guys if you let me make them okay." She bargained with the tiny elves. They, reluctantly, nodded their heads and disappeared. Whoo...she didn't think it was going to be that easy.

Now...what ingredients did she need again. Flour, sugar, baking soda, salt, eggs, brown sugar, vanilla extract, M&M's, chocolate chips, Crisco, and...was that it? It sounded like that was it. Cora wondered over to the oven and set the temperature. She rummaged around the kitchen attempting to find bowls, cookie sheets, cookie racks, and the ingredients. There now she had everything and could get to work. She hummed softly as she went along with her little snack.

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[flowers]

“What ya doing?” came the small voice of Nort flowers who stood at the door of the kitchen, arms crossed and leaning on the door frame as he watched the girl run about. “Feeling creative?” his eyes brows raising sarcastically in a friendly manor.

The Mihael sleep walker as he liked to call himself could not help but smile for he was a friendly person. It was also not every day you ran into another with a cooking craving at this time in the morning, which made him wonder what the girl was in fact cooking,

“Is it a cake?” his guess inspired by the foods she was producing, Flour, sugar, eggs, brown sugar, , M&M's and chocolate chips. [/size]

[cora]

Cora had everythign set up, and was trying to measure the flour into a 1 cup measuring cup. It was harder than it looked. The young mihael had never been to good at keeping herself clean while baking. And alas, it nerver fails. As she finished dumping the flour into the ceramic bowl a cloud of flour poofed up and somehow found it's way right onto little Cora. "Oh drat!" she exclaimed right before the boy spoke.

On her heel she turned around to find a young boy, not much older than herself, standing in the doorway. Must've had the same idea. she thought. "I am feeling creative, and extremely hungry. My tummy wouldn't let me sleep. And I had to bribe the houese elves to let me make this." She prided herself in getting the house elves to let her do this. She looked at her bowl of flour and then back to the boy.

"Nope not a cake. I'm making cookies. Would you like to help darling?" oops, and there she goes. Those words. ergh. Darling, hun, sweety, love. They always seemed to slip out of her pretty little mouth at the weirdest of times! he'd probably find it weird that she was so inviting, and had called him darling. but then again she did call everyone darling. Cora blamed her mother for that one. Her moter had always called everyone by those names, and it just kind of stuck with her through out life.

Cora wiped at her face, but to her dismay she just smeared flour all over her pale cheeks. oi. Again she had never been the cleanest. Once when Noel and Cora were making chocolate pudding (one of the more dangerous foods to bake when you're little). Noel had come out spot clean, while Cora was practically covered in chocolate pudding. She had a fun time licking herself clean though. Their mom didn't aprove of spit washing though, and had forced the 8 year old to take a shower. ugh. Moms are no fun at all.

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[flowers]

Nort only smiled as he watched the interesting girl run about the kitchen, making what she’d now expressed as cookies. “Sure, why not!” he replied to her friendly mannor. “I’m Nort,” as he didn’t attempt to search for an apron and walked over to the counter. “can you guess what house?” a game? Yes a game why not she seemed the type to play even despite the time on the clock.

“Now never made cookies by hand, always a wand so you’ll have to teach me” came his pureblood comment, wondering if she was Muggle born, half half or a very talented Pure blood. "Yeah i'm a vergin baker"
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[cora]

No way! A virgin Muggle Baker! Exciting. This kid had just made Cora's evening morning. "I have much to teach you young grass hopper!" She smiled and handed him the two eggs. "It's nice to meet you Nort. I'm Cora." Oooh a game! Now what house could he be in. He wasn't a slythie that was for sure. He was much to happy to help her, and he hadn't made fun of her yet, and he really wasn't emo...

He could be a gryffie. But then again he hadn't taken over immediately, and told her what to do. So that wasn't really a possibility at all. Even if it had been about three to two seconds ago. hmmm was he a Ravie? He couldn't be a Ravie. Ravenclaw's didn't really sneak out past the bed time. Oh dear.

NO! She had it! He was a little Mihie like herself! Oh joy. "You're a Mihael, are you not?" She had a twinkle in her eye. She was good at guessing games. Considering her sister and her usually spole in some weird twin code thing. Although to them it didn't makea difference but to on..hearers they never really understood. her eyes drifted to the eggs in his hands. "Crack them into this bowl." She pulled over a small soup bowl. "Now guess what house I'm in." Even though Cora was a pureblood, her mother had found that

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[flowers]

Nort took great pleasure in her guessing, watching her eyes as her brain ticked away. She was very pretty and he wondered what he’d down in his past life to be introduced to all these pretty girls lately. Finally Cora answered, guessing correctly. “Yeah, well done” he nodded looking down at the two eggs, “crack them? With my wand?” Nort unsure of how exactly to ‘crack an egg’, Did she mean to smash it on the table and completely crush it?!.

“You’re defiantly a Slytherin!” he nodded as he held the eggs out for her to show him. “Yes you are a Slytherin as so far most Slytherins I’ve met, being only one though, have been rather nice and welcoming, you remind me of one of them.” Knowing he was possibly wrong, Nort hoped to bring a smile to the girls face. [/size]

[cora]

Cora gave him an odd look. This one was cute, but....well not the sharpest of the kitchen utensils. "Um no, not with your hand." She smirked, and took the eggs back."Here I'll crack one to show you and then you copy me kay?" She smiled and cracked the egg on the side of the bowl and then split it open the rest of the way and dumped the contents into the bowl. "Ta da! See it's not that hard...no wand using at all." She smiled and handed the other egg back to him.

She could've done it one handed, but Cora that she ought not to for it might confuse him, and well he was only a beginner. Cora returned to her mixing of ingredients, and measuring them exactly. "Sad to tell you this. But you're wrong love. I'm a little Mihie. But it's nice to know I could pass on a slythie if I ever needed to." She beamed her smile again. Constantly on her face. She liked this kid though. He was calm, and really a breath of fresh air.

"What year are you? No wait let me guess!" He was obviously NOT anything older than a 5 year..sooo. THat left 4th, 3rd, 2nd, and 1st. BUt he wasn't a firstie she could tell. So a Fourthie!" She could tell by the look on his face that, that wasn't right. "No...that's not right it is?" She frowned a bit. Dang, she sucked again! Not really, but Cora was hard on herself. Not all the time, just some of the time .And the fact that she was half a sleep right now didn't count.

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[flowers]

Nort watched the girl ‘crack’ the egg, oh yeah that looks easy Nort thought sarcastically to himself as he now fumbled with the egg in one hand. His eyes widened round his objective and was wanting to close his eyes in the process but forced them open.

Nort was too harsh and as he tried to tap the egg on the side of the bowl then attempted to use his nails to open the crack to allow the yoke to fall out, it exploded. Egg shell went everywhere, runny yellow covered his hands and half made it into the bowl leaving him confused and embarrassed. “Ha…” he tried to laugh but it was very forced and awkward. “Told you quiet the virgin baker!”

“I’m 2nd by the way,” his hands stretched out in front of him as he searched for some type of towel to clean them with. “Bet you’re a first year right?” he asked, “I was joking about the Slytherin thing, I can tell your new as most oldies would’ve been offended by my comment, plus I only seem to run into my year group to be honest.”[/size]