♣ Her hand swiped briskly through the pages of the huge textbook before her, wordlessly scanning for the subject she was currently reviewing. Why were exam periods always so tough? You’d think Aelita got used to studying every minute of the day during finals but deep down inside, she’s screaming to let loose. Studying did not exactly always brought up her grades, there are some subjects where no matter how much she studied, the hufflepuff could never pull a higher grade than what she got in reality.
When Cyrus began to speak, Aelita paused her intense writing session to listen to him, after all, it’s rude to not give your friend your full attention. “Despite sleep being something we all would like… I think it’s best if we keep at our studying schedule. I can’t believe I’m saying this but if I don’t study for astronomy, I’ll fail it at this rate.” She stopped talking to contemplate on the idea. It wasn’t good to even think about failing. In all seven years, she’s been in Hogwarts, failure was always defined with the word: impossible. If she were to fail now, she’ll have a loud breakdown.
She was shaken out of her inner rambling thoughts by the boy sitting across from her. She raised her eyebrow at him. Who knew he would be so bad at cooking? Maybe everyone but Aelita, she couldn’t tell. She tsked at him while shaking her head while laughing, “Eggs are the easiest food you can cook! What do you do? Put the egg in before the pan heats up?” She stared at him in the eyes, quickly adding in, “please tell me you don’t…”
Throwing the idea away for another for a quick moment, Aelita leaned in while grinning. “Well… I might be able to get you into the kitchen and help you brush up your skills so you at least won’t burn down the entire area when you try to join cooking club. They might let you join if you’re adequate.” Though she’s already regretting her suggestion, if Cyrus is serious about it, then she will do her best for her friend.
There’s a strange colour on his face, and he almost wishes there was a mirror that could tell him whether he was blank paper white or a bright red. Cyrus is truthfully embarrassed, and see- wouldn't things have been slightly different if they’d just let him join that darned cooking club?? Not really, but Cyrus wants the blame to fall on something else other than the fact that Hogwarts basically spoonfed with where the next meal was to come from, and his sister used to cook for the both of them back at home. Something that he will now suffer without after her moving away. Yikes. “Ummm.... No? Maybe it was a bad egg. Yea, it’s a bad egg.” He confirms, not meeting Aelita’s eyes.
“That’s why I just boil everything now,” his voice devoid of any emotion, as he looks back down at his book hastily, sifting through Astronomy notes. He did enjoy this class, though it wasn’t his best. A class that seems better in theory than in actuality, in his humble opinion. “I think I like the classes where we don’t have to sit down and study all the time. The hands on classes are more fun, don’t you think?”
“But yea, please help me. Or else I’m going to start stealing your snacks,” the Slytherin blinked up at the girl, a very serious expression despite how much of a jest the words played out. “I mean, please help me. I think even Mimi thinks I’m beyond help in the kitchen, which again, is why I think they won’t let me in the cooking club. It’s so weird, isn’t potions basically cooking? Why can’t I cook actual food? I don’t get it.”
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