Eating Amongst Company[open]

[Matthew Thornton]

The deserted hall was lined with portraits but only the portrait at the end was what Matthew had on his mind. For behind the portrait if the bowl of fruit was the kitchens, just bustling with house elves ready to cook to your hearts desire. It was late and Matthew could not sleep so he figured a trip to the kitchens would help.

Making his way down the dimly lit hall he smiled to himself as he heard some of the remarks the paintings made about him nightly wanderings. "You should be in your bed young man. Or at least in your dormitories." said one of the women from a nearby painting. Matthew just smirked. "I do as I please old woman." he said. The lady just huffed and turned in her chair.

Matthew continued on until he reached the large painting marking the entrance to the kitchens. Raising a hand he gently tickled the pear and watched as it giggle. There was a small barely audible click and then the large painting swung open.

The moment Matthew stepped through his nose was assaulted with the most wonderful smells. House elves were running about here and there preparing foods for breakfast the next day. One elf broke proceedings once it noticed Matthew standing there. It came to stand before him and introduced herself as Tibby.

"What can Tibby be doing for the young Master?" she asked Matthew while making a short bow to the boy.

"Yes, I require some tea if you would, please." he said quietly. Tibby nodded and led him to a table. "Sit here Master and I will get you some tea. Would you like some cookies as well young mister.?" "Yes, thank you." he said shortly.

Taking a seat he made himself comfortable while he waited for his tea and cookies. The different smells caressed his nosed as they floated by gently through the air. He could smell distinct scents of pies cakes and many other delicious treats. It was somewhat stress relieving. Sitting there ion the kitchens watching the house elves do there jobs happily.

"Here you go Master. Tea and cookies as you requested." said the small elf placing the tray on the table. "Thank you. You may go." Matthew responded softly. Sitting up straight up at the table he turned to fixing up his tea. Once everything was to his liking he took a small drink of his tea.

He heard the soft click of the portrait swing open once more signaling that someone else had entered the kitchens. Only when he felt there presence right behind him did he look. "Hello." he said softly.


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[Dante Vroom]

Rounds, how dreadfully boring. And when rounds were so late at night it was even more boring, at least when it was early morning rounds there was a whole day to look forward to. But with the night came nothing but rest beyond it. He would arrive back in the Ravenclaw tower and hit his bed quickly. Only to have some first year wake him from his sleep far to early in the morning because they had cast a spell and did not know how to undo the damage. The thought made Dante smirk, sometimes he wondered if he had been so foolish when he was younger. They were lucky he enjoyed the responsibility of helping his fellow students, when they were not being reckless.

He turned a corner and down a flight of stairs the boy bounded. He wanted these rounds to go by quickly, after all no one was awake, or for that matter no one was wandering the halls. Or so he thought. “The nerve of some people” the female voice came from Dante's right, startling him at first. “Something bothering you M'dam?” He turned to the painting, offering a slight interest in what could cause such an outburst. ”Oh, you're not that boy, you're someone else”, her voice seemed to trail off. ”You should be in bed as well!” She scolded.

Dante was taken a step back by the remark. Someone else down here? His mind kicked into a more serious attitude, someone was not where they should be. “Which way did this other boy go M'dam?” Dante looked side to side and pointed at his Prefect Badge. Hoping that this woman, who had apparently been offended would want to see the other boy get in trouble. His notion was dead on as she pointed down the hall, the way he had been headed anyway. “Thank you” he said graciously. Perhaps tonight was not going to be a simple mundane series of rounds. He already knew what was down this hall, he had been there many times before himself on a restless night.

Quickly Dante made his way finally to the picture and made his way in. The hall had been relatively dark in comparison to the kitchen in it's bring as daylight busy action. It took a moment for Dante's eyes to adjust to this new situation, but once they did so it was not hard to find the other boy in the room. Dante smirked, it had almost been to easy and the game was over. Or was it?

”Hello,” the other boy stated, he recognized him as a member of his house, and someone of close age, but the name escaped Dante's reach as so many had before. Names where never a strong suite for the Ravenclaw, there always seemed to be so many to remember. “Ciao,” Dante responded, the smirk still plastered across his face. Now if he could only think of that name he would be getting somewhere.