marlenefights·:
There was an excellent chance that if she didn’t get a helping of banana pudding that Marlene was likely to pummel the next person who breathed in her direction. She’d been so focused on her class work in the common room that she’d completely forgotten the time. When she had made it into the Great Hall she was less than thrilled to realize that all of the pudding had been eaten.
Marching out she made her way into the kitchen’s without a hint of hesitation, if there was more pudding then she would find it. She’d figured there would be a house elf or two but what she hadn’t counted on was someone else being in the kitchen. Stopping in her tracks for a moment she considered her options before taking another step in, eyes moving around the room as if confirming what the girl had said was true.
“I’m here to see if there’s any spare pudding. I’ll be in and out quick.” Marlene assured as she made her way into the fridge with careful eyes scanning everything until she found what she’d been looking for.
Celine didn’t look up for her project at hand until she was sure that the other girl wasn't paying any further attention to her. She looked up from her project at hand so she could roll her eyes at the back of the blondes head. “You should really try to get the food while it’s out, the elves don’t make extra for fun, they’re running a whole castle.” The bloody audacity of coming into the kitchens without asking the elves first... to steal pudding of all things?
Was it a ridiculous gesture to say something? Sure. Especially since she knew the elves genuinely wouldn’t be in nearly as much of a fit about it; moreso ridiculous since there was no one here when she’d come in to start baking. The kitchens was her domain, in her mind; she’d begged the elves a full year before they let her come into the kitchens to cook. And another two before they left her alone or let her make weird order requests.
“Write down what you take so they can keep count of who’s coming in and stealing treats.” The rule was made up, but she wanted the intrusion to seem like just that... without looking like the actually apoiled one in the room. Celine gave her dough once last whack and roll, before she started flour dusting the top. She looked up at the girl, hoping for an off-put reaction: the less hospitable the space seemed to other students, the better.













