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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[poisoned_quill]

Something smelled delicious. After learning of her nomination, Rita followed her nose into the kitchen, mind still on her plan of attack.

She found the room completely transformed. It looked like some sort of... muggle weapon, gleaming and flashing and burning. Crude, perhaps, but rather shiny, which Rita always found pleasing.

She leaned against the door frame for a moment and watched the kitchen's inhabitant move about. Montague.

She looked him over with an appraising eye, considering. He was an attractive man - certainly well styled, unlike most of the occupants of the house, and it was about time she began to use all of her talents to stay inside this place. And he'd been nominated, too, which meant he, like she, would be needing to give the public a reason to want him to stay

[kevin_montague]

He looked up at the satin voice of one Rita Skeeter, eyes narrowing to shield them from the steam puffing up in big clouds from the stove where he had the garlic and herbs going along with the white wine. Taking up the tomatoes and putting them carefully into the pan, he shook it well, the smell of rosemary blossoming in the room.

"Transfiguration has always come naturally to me. There should be enough intention behind it to last a couple of months at least."

He tilted his head, smiling at her cheekily, not very humble at all.

"Yes, please. Be sure to make it dirty."

[poisoned_quill]

Oh, Rita did like that smile. Cocky and arrogant. She wondered how much it would take to make him beg.

"Dirty it is, then," she replied with a smile, fixing him a glass and chilling them both.

"I prefer classic, myself," she murmured as she poured and stirred. "I tend to prefer saving the dirty for other moments of my life."

She garnished his drink with two olives; hers with one on a stick, and crossed the room again, laying the glass down before him with an oh-so-accidental brush of hip and breast against him as she did.

"There," she said, with a glance up at him.

[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

[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

[bitchy_nuisance]

Pansy walked into the kitchen, wanting to get a glass of cold water. But the second she set foot inside, she blinked and stared. What had happened here? Everything was so... shiny. Slowly, she walked toward the kitchen counters and brushed her hand over the surface.

"What happened in here?" She asked slowly, looking first at Montague, then Skeeter and lastly at Longbottom. She did a double take and took a step backwards. "Montague... you're cooking?"

[kevin_montague]

He looked up at Pansy and smiled, tilting his head.

"Yes, by all means, sound the alarm."

He wasn't surprised that she found the idea of him cooking so bizarre. But that was allright with him. He certainly didn't feel the need to explain himself to anyone.

[bitchy_nuisance]

"Getting a fire extinguisher would be more likely, Montague." Arching an incredulous eyebrow, Pansy snorted as she watched Montague practically try to feed Longbottom. Gingerly she sat down by the table and surveyed the bubbling pots and sizzling food on the pans. "Don't you think you went a little overboard with the courses?"