Post by itsdestrey on Apr 5, 2012 18:21:06 GMT -5
It had been an hour or so since Destrey had been in the kitchens. He was running about helping the elves get food cooked. The intention was that he would get a snack in payment- something that would fill him up before he headed out for his next class. He had helped them bake a few cakes, mixing everything they asked and following their instructions. He cared so much about them, despite their little to no rank on the Hogwarts hierarchy, and he spent a lot of time with them. With a few bells dinging, Destrey pulled himself back into reality and looked around, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
The cake was done, and as the elves pulled it out, Destrey rubbed his hands together as if he was excited to try it or as if he was up to something. He licked his lips and watched the cake be sat up on a counter, letting it cool off. He turned towards one of the head elves and smiled.
"Deblin, it looks amazing!" He beamed, the female elf's eyes rolled blatantly. "Can't wait to try it!"
"You aren't getting any, Des." She laughed at him.
Destrey threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Are you joking me right now?" He snorted, running a hand through his hair. "I was here for hours helping you bake that and plenty of others, and, I don't get a piece?" He shook his head out. "That is awful!"
"That is the ways of the Kitchen." Deblin grinned.
"Oh, come on!" He frowned, throwing his arms down to his side again. "Can I please just have some?"
"No."
"One piece?"
"No."
"Half a slice?"
"No!"
Destrey growled in frustration and threw his head to his palms, rubbing aimlessly at his temples. "Tell me this, Deblin," he looked up to her and crossed his arms over his chest, a knowing smirk on his lips, "do you expect me to go away so easily?" He bared his teeth in a silly grin. "Because I, for one, am not leaving until I have a piece of that. It is only fair." Deblin raised her eyebrow at him and shooed him away. He grew red in the face and his eyes widened. "Did you just shoo me?" He retorted, only to see Deblin nod her head. He gasped. "After all I have done for you!" He clutched his heart. "Deblin, how could you?"
Deblin shoved him past the counters in the kitchen and returned to her post, interested in a new recipe in her book she had found. Destrey stuck his tongue out and turned to leave until a brilliant idea popped into his mind. He could steal it! Destrey dropped to his hands and knees, being careful not to make any noise. Easily, he crawled around the side and poked his head up, eyeing the cake with a deep hunger. He felt his stomach growl and he covered his mouth and slipped behind the bar, making sure that she hadn't seen him. He peeked around the side to see her turn and walk away, down the other part of the Kitchen.
With a fast motion, Destrey stood, grabbed a piece of the cake within a handful, turned, and bolted away from the counters, towards the storage closet where they kept all the canned and dry foods. He hid behind the corner and began nibbling on the mess in his hands. Destrey trailed his gaze down to see a path of cake crumbs and his voice was being shouted. "Destrey Riddington, get back here!" He slipped inside the closet and pulled it almost-shut, peeking through the crack. There was no way he was going to forfeit his cake.
Once he saw her rush past and shut the Kitchen door, he slipped back out and rested his butt on the closet door, munching on his prize intently.
The cake was done, and as the elves pulled it out, Destrey rubbed his hands together as if he was excited to try it or as if he was up to something. He licked his lips and watched the cake be sat up on a counter, letting it cool off. He turned towards one of the head elves and smiled.
"Deblin, it looks amazing!" He beamed, the female elf's eyes rolled blatantly. "Can't wait to try it!"
"You aren't getting any, Des." She laughed at him.
Destrey threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Are you joking me right now?" He snorted, running a hand through his hair. "I was here for hours helping you bake that and plenty of others, and, I don't get a piece?" He shook his head out. "That is awful!"
"That is the ways of the Kitchen." Deblin grinned.
"Oh, come on!" He frowned, throwing his arms down to his side again. "Can I please just have some?"
"No."
"One piece?"
"No."
"Half a slice?"
"No!"
Destrey growled in frustration and threw his head to his palms, rubbing aimlessly at his temples. "Tell me this, Deblin," he looked up to her and crossed his arms over his chest, a knowing smirk on his lips, "do you expect me to go away so easily?" He bared his teeth in a silly grin. "Because I, for one, am not leaving until I have a piece of that. It is only fair." Deblin raised her eyebrow at him and shooed him away. He grew red in the face and his eyes widened. "Did you just shoo me?" He retorted, only to see Deblin nod her head. He gasped. "After all I have done for you!" He clutched his heart. "Deblin, how could you?"
Deblin shoved him past the counters in the kitchen and returned to her post, interested in a new recipe in her book she had found. Destrey stuck his tongue out and turned to leave until a brilliant idea popped into his mind. He could steal it! Destrey dropped to his hands and knees, being careful not to make any noise. Easily, he crawled around the side and poked his head up, eyeing the cake with a deep hunger. He felt his stomach growl and he covered his mouth and slipped behind the bar, making sure that she hadn't seen him. He peeked around the side to see her turn and walk away, down the other part of the Kitchen.
With a fast motion, Destrey stood, grabbed a piece of the cake within a handful, turned, and bolted away from the counters, towards the storage closet where they kept all the canned and dry foods. He hid behind the corner and began nibbling on the mess in his hands. Destrey trailed his gaze down to see a path of cake crumbs and his voice was being shouted. "Destrey Riddington, get back here!" He slipped inside the closet and pulled it almost-shut, peeking through the crack. There was no way he was going to forfeit his cake.
Once he saw her rush past and shut the Kitchen door, he slipped back out and rested his butt on the closet door, munching on his prize intently.