Death and Delirium baking : you all know where this is going. ((chocolate plot!))
((OOC : Mainly the two sisters bonding and talking over baking, with a potential chocolate plot as the result of some tainted goodies that house elves will wind up stealing and distributing. If you want to wander by the kitchen and talk with the girls, please feel free, just indicate who you want.))
When she heard the telltale whoosh of her sister disappearing and heading off to the kitchens, Death grinned to herself and followed suit. She had been more than a little preoccupied the last few weeks with Castiel, much to the relief of the somewhat aggrieved house elves.
You’d think one exploding éclair incident wouldn’t be that bad in the grand scheme of what went on at Hogwarts
She smiled at Delirium and gave her sister a hug before the two of them set to work. Death decided to stick to something easy that she had made before and settled on a few cookie recipes she had gotten from A. However, it did take a little gentle encouragement from Death to steer her sister towards more realistic and edible flavors.
“No, honey, I think it’s a nice idea, but I how about we try something easy like a chocolate cookie instead of a turquoise flavored one?” They had been experimenting for awhile, and a small army of animated chocolate chips were waging a pitched battle with some walnuts at the end of the table, and a bowl of flour had sprouted a colorful sprig of singing pansies.
When she heard the telltale whoosh of her sister disappearing and heading off to the kitchens, Death grinned to herself and followed suit. She had been more than a little preoccupied the last few weeks with Castiel, much to the relief of the somewhat aggrieved house elves.
You’d think one exploding éclair incident wouldn’t be that bad in the grand scheme of what went on at Hogwarts
She smiled at Delirium and gave her sister a hug before the two of them set to work. Death decided to stick to something easy that she had made before and settled on a few cookie recipes she had gotten from A. However, it did take a little gentle encouragement from Death to steer her sister towards more realistic and edible flavors.
“No, honey, I think it’s a nice idea, but I how about we try something easy like a chocolate cookie instead of a turquoise flavored one?” They had been experimenting for awhile, and a small army of animated chocolate chips were waging a pitched battle with some walnuts at the end of the table, and a bowl of flour had sprouted a colorful sprig of singing pansies.