Hysteria in the kitchen - All are invited

[kevin_montague]

Who: Kevin and anyone, the more the merrier.
When: Friday, August 24, around 8 pm
Where: Kitchen.
What: Kevin is cooking. Everyone, panic now.
Rating:TBA
Status: Incomplete

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[nevilletherebel]

Whether it was the smell or his nervous stomach, Neville had to admit that he was hungry, and so it was hardly a surprise that he found himself moving to the kitchen, pausing at the door and looking at Montague hovering over the stove.

Oh, delightful... He wasn't quite sure what to make of that. As far as he knew, Montague had a million servents; certainly he was rich and spoiled, and therefore couldn't cook. Could he? It didn't seem possible.

Carefully he edged around the outside of the kitchen, sitting down at the table and pouring another shot of firewhiskey, entertaining himself by watching the Slytherin. It really was strange...but not as strange as the transformation that had come over the kitchen. It was sparkly clean and uniform, and somehow larger than it had been before.

But this brought up a new issue - Neville hadn't the slightest idea where anything was, and he wasn't about to ask the 'designer' and interfere. No, he'd just wait until breakfast and look for himself; he was always the first up, anyway. He watched Kevin, wondering what he was up to; either he was bitter over the fact that he was nominated, and trying to curry favour, or else he was attempting to poison the competition.

Neville had to admit that he was sorely tempted to skip dinner altogether - but he might be spending a while with Montague, and he had no desire to be rude. He would stay, unless he was kicked out, and he would -try- and be nice.

[kevin_montague]

"Monsieur Longbottom, how nice of you to join us." Kevin's eyes sparkled, every bit the cunning Slytherin. The current situation with the kitchen had actually nothing to do with the contest but that didn't stop him from taking advantage of his culinary skills. As the Gryffindor sat down, Kevin knew he had him.

"Care for some dinner then. There are about twenty five different courses to choose from. How about you try this for starters."

Kevin left his place at the stove and walked up to one of the heating sphere on the counter to right, grabbing a fork along the way. Lifting the lid of the platter, he carefully managed to balance some of grilled lamb with thyme and a piece of sautéed garlic asparagus on the fork. Stepping carefully over to the table where Neville was seated he held out the fork, making it very obvious that he wasn't going to give it to the other boy.

"Open up." He said, an innocent smile on his face.

[nevilletherebel]

Be brave. It was hard to hold to Gryffindor ideals when he was being pinned in place with those eyes. He had sat down to proove it to himself that he could sit through dinner with Montague; but now he found himself as the lone Gryffindor in a room full of Slytherins. It was incredibly unnerving; reminding him of being back in school again. Except nobody had been threatening him with food then...this was a new kind of threat.

And Kevin was coming at him like the cat after the mouse. He squared his shoulders and held his ground, and the other man's eyes, watching him approach.

"Twenty five courses for twelve people. Ambitious, aren't you?" he leant forwards, slightly, watching Montague approach and looking up at him thoughtfully. He just had to uphold his house colours. Don't back down. And that meant taking what he was offered, even if it was poisoned. Retreating now could be more embarassing than what might happen otherwise. People were watching; other Gryffindors...his -students-.

He leant forwards, expectantly, and smiled. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells," he said, and he tried to keep the condescension out of his voice.