2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning
So, Khadgar was pretty sure he wasn't the only one feeling... less than pleased this morning. Disappointing news was always hard to bear, and since he'd dropped into this world but wasn't really part of it, Khadgar could only think of one thing to do to help: sweets. He'd considered doing some normal baking for a few minutes before deciding the oven in the common room was too confounding, and just began conjuring food instead.
Now, there were plates of brownies, cupcakes, puddings, and Khadgar's personal favorite, warm strudels for anyone who wanted some. The rejuvenating effects wouldn't be the same for non-magical folks as for his fellow mages, but hopefully, if nothing else, he could make people feel better for a few minutes.
[IDK if anyone wants some distraction-y RP today, but here you go.]
Now, there were plates of brownies, cupcakes, puddings, and Khadgar's personal favorite, warm strudels for anyone who wanted some. The rejuvenating effects wouldn't be the same for non-magical folks as for his fellow mages, but hopefully, if nothing else, he could make people feel better for a few minutes.
[IDK if anyone wants some distraction-y RP today, but here you go.]