| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 23:58:00 |
Baking
Well, today has certainly been interesting.
I was feeling a bit stressed over that awkward time of the month yesterday, so I decided to spend the afternoon in the kitchens. The house-elves were all terribly stressed and nursing self-inflicted injuries due to a detention Draco had to spend with them, so they were most generous in clearing the area so I could use it. One of the poor dears ran face first into a pot of boiling water. The screams were simply terrifying, and I tried to help, but she was so confused she seemed to think I was going to punish her for it and she ran off blindly. I started off with a Raspberry Torte because I know it's Millicent's favourite, but there must have been something wrong with the ingredients because it came out entirely soupy! I then moved on to attempt a blueberry-coconut pie for Draco, but all of the blueberries were missing!
Well, I was naturally distraught, so I sent an emergency owl into Hogsmeade to retrieve some baked goods, and by the time I finished baking I had to go immediately to bed. Why, I didn't even get to see Draco before I went! Naturally I felt awful this morning when I found Draco on the laptop Mr Malfoy gave him last year, typing away because the poor thing couldn't even talk. Someone had hexed his oesophagus to burn any time he tried to make noise! And Draco darling didn't even want to be on the computer. As soon as all that fuss happened over Harry Potter, he gave his computer right to me and refused to look at them ever again. Of course I felt dreadful that he'd been driven to use one, all because I went to bed without finding out he'd been hexed.
I took care of that right away and tried to give him some pie, but he looked so unhappy! And it was just raining all over, all because of that raincloud. I know Professor Dumbledore had the correct idea with it, but I don't feel this has helped Draco much. Draco stormed through the common room and went right for Millicent, and he hexed the protection cloud onto her. I don't know why he wanted to put it on Millicent, but it was very thoughtful of him to give her a protection charm. Hers wasn't a raincloud at all. It turned into a small tank and started zooming around her feet. I think Millicent was very cross, because it kept getting bigger and soon enough it was the size of a sofa. Draco grabbed his things and left, and I certainly couldn't blame him. I tried to stay and help Millicent, but she just glared at me and so I thought it best if I went to breakfast with Draco.
I thought that was the end of the tank, so you can imagine how shocking it was when Draco and I came out of the Great Hall and found Millicent riding around in a full grown army tank! It was just like the tanks the Muggle-borns requisitioned to send people to safety during Grindelwald's time. I've read about them before, so I wasn't very surprised, but I hardly expected to see Millicent standing inside one directing it down the corridor! Draco seemed disappointed that it wasn't a raincloud. I think he must have forgotten that it reflects the person's mood. I tried to talk to Millicent, but she must have lost control of the tank because it aimed right for me and she crushed me into the wall! It was just awful. I must have blacked out after that, because the next thing I knew I was in hospital with a big white bandage around my head.
Draco told me Millicent had stormed the corridors and taken out an entire classroom! Well, I certainly wasn't the only one in the hospital wing. Justin Finch-Fletchley had a flattened toe, and Graham Pritchard had a large section of classroom wedged in his ear. Luckily Draco was okay, and the sweetheart brought my pie so I would have something to eat. He must not have been hungry, because he said he didn't want any. Of course I was too weak to eat, so Draco had to feed it to me so I would get my strength back. Madame Pomfrey thought that meant I was perfectly well, so she sent us out! I don't think that was very hospitable, though I suppose there was a line of victims waiting to be treated.
Professor McGonagall finally took the charm off of Millicent, but the damage was already done, as everyone no doubt knows. I do hope Millicent is doing all right. I spent the whole of the afternoon resting in Draco's dormitory, and he was sweet enough to let me have the whole thing to myself. Draco's bed does smell so good. He spent the afternoon in detention with Professor Vector, and by the time he came back he smelt just awful. I don't know what he had to do for detention, but his hands were green and there was seaweed in his hair. Poor Draco. He was so good to me in my time of need. The darling was so tired he nearly fell and hit his head. Fortunately, I'd brought my blueberry-coconut pie with me and it was there to catch his fall. However, I believe Draco was generally enraged with the world, because he informed me he did not like coconut at all. I do wish he weren't so unhappy, but there was little I could do with my head injury. I tried to give him a backrub, but he did smell like the lake and I don't think it made him want to be touched, because he nearly rolled right off the bed! I let him have his bed back and tried to find Millicent, but she must have been out. Maybe I can make another pie just for her.
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-09 12:36 am UTC |
Surely there isn't anything wrong with my lack of interest in your pie, darling. I was quite full.
| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 12:49 am UTC Re: |
Hmm alright then, but you will let me know if there's something bothering you, won't you dear?
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 01:21 am UTC |
Oh you know me, worrying about everything. If there's anything I can bake for you, you'll let me know, won't you darling?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-05-09 01:26 am UTC |
Aside from a stain of fruit on my French sock, I am adequate.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 04:00 am UTC Re: |
It's still a bit sore actually, but there's no need to feel bad, I know it's not your fault. Those Muggle devices must be difficult to control. You'll never hurt me on purpose, will you darling? Now how about some pumpkin cheesecake?
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 12:55 am UTC Re: |
I don't think that is such a good idea, Millicent dear. Someone could have gotten hurt!
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 01:00 am UTC |
Mr Weasley, haven't you ever read about the great Muggle-born sweep of 1941? The Muggle-borns requisitioned army tanks in order to get people into safety during Grindelwald's Dark Era. An Army tank is a large sort of automobile, only much, much bigger. If you'd like, I can write you an owl and include some helpful illustrations from a book of my mother's.
Pansy Parkinson
| wehaveseven @ 2003-05-09 01:14 am UTC |
Yes, dear, I was curious about the one storming your school in particular. Though an owl wouldn't go astray! Best send it to the Ministry, love.
Arthur R. Weasley.
| la_pensee @ 2003-05-09 01:23 am UTC |
Of course, Mr Weasley. You're in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, aren't you? It's very quaint.
(parent)| wehaveseven @ 2003-05-09 02:16 am UTC |
Yes indeed, that's my lair! Decorated myself, I did, with only a bit of help from the wife.
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