venus lund

eighteen, hufflepuff, astronomy major @ dolium university

[venetialund]

mirokrum:

“If you say so.” He replied with a grin, letting her pull him along as he eyed the whisk warily. Miro relented and took the whisk before mixing the batter. “I may or may not have failed potions once.”

she laughed as she bumped shoulders with him, preparing the next bit of the desert, ‘well cooking’s simpler! nothing will explode due to whisking! what’s your best subject, then?’

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mirokrum:

“i’m not sure they fully hate the french.” he said with a laugh, watching as she mixed ingredients. “it’s good to have friends.”

‘it really is good.’ she beamed brightly, pulling him over to whisk the batter, ‘here. all you have to do is mix it.’

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mirokrum:

“i don’t either and my grandmother is french.” he mused, folding his arms against his chest. “i dunno. i can be a bit dense sometimes.”

‘maybe that’s why the world hates the french. because they’re so hard to understand!’ venus giggled as she began mixing the ingredients, shrugging her shoulders towards miro. ‘because you’re sweet and you’re a very good friend of mine.’

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mirokrum:

“oh really? must be a rosier thing.” he said with a laugh, letting her tug him along into the kitchen. “my dear, sweet, venus… how do you have such faith in me?”

‘i never did understand the french.’ she giggled softly, turning around and scrunching her nose at him, ‘why wouldn’t i, sweet miro?’

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mirokrum:

“are you non-dating anyone?” he teased with a grin, squeezing her hand back. “of course. can’t say i’m fully ready. i am absolutely going to fuck this up and i hope you’re okay with that.”

‘no, but turns out evie thought she was non-dating me.’ she lifted their hands up to twirl under them before tugging him into the kitchen and waving her wand to gather all the ingredients. ‘i absolutely am. i can’t wait to eat our burned yet undercooked and far too sweet toscakaka.’

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mirokrum:

“zach would be a good one.” he mused with a grin. “non-dating, hmm? that’s certainly an odd thing. granted, guess it is the 21st century.” miro waited for her to tie his apron before taking her hand, entwining their fingers on a whim. “that is very sweet of you.”

‘right? not sure what defines non-dating but it’s certainly something.’ venus beamed up at miro, gaze dropping to their hands for a split second before she squeezed his. ‘thank you, miro. ready to bake the sweetest dessert imaginable?’

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zachariahsisms:

“Oh my god of course we’re taking a pretty instagram picture.” Zach laughed, grabbing the ingredients as he looked at the recipe and what it called for. He set them neatly in a pile together, making it such an absolute aesthetic before taking his phone out to snap a nice photo. Zach looked at Venus and tilted his head at her. “Were you not dancing with Miro? And wasn’t Eli’s sister your date?” He asked, confused. “You don’t like either of them?” He shrugged and smiled anyway, a bit shyly because he had just one person in mind. “I don’t know. I might not give it to him. This… doesn’t look all vegan from the recipe. He might not like it and I like that he’s vegan. Like… someone who doesn’t use animal products. But it’s fine I still wanna make this! I just won’t give it to him.”

‘can’t bake without telling the world!’ she giggled, snapping a nearly identical picture of their work space before shoving her phone into her back pocket. ‘what? date? no, oh no. wait--’ she blinked a few times, smile dropping and grabbed zach by the shoulders, ‘it can’t be a date if she didn’t SAY date right?!’ she pulled back confused before shaking her head, ‘i do. they’re both delightful friends. like you.. and mercer, even niklaus. given all of you might be gay, oh marcie! and tavi! molly! all friends, not dates. i can dance with friends. i just.. don’t fall for people like that? i never have.’ she pursed her lips together with a sigh, thumping her face into zach’s chest with a groan. ‘what’s a vegan? oh, oh! like mason. okay, yeah. umm, i have a secret stash of vegan supplies for mason.’ she held up a finger, running away and coming back with alternatives to the cream and butter, coconut cream and vegan butter. ‘but first you have to tell me who the boy is! tell me, tell me!’

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evierossy:

“Sigtuna.” Evie repeated, giving Ven her undivided attention. She smiled at the words for her grandparents in Swedish, and gasped a little at the mention of her brothers. “I didn’t know you had another brother.” God, even if she knew what a farm was, it still sounded so foreign to her just because Evie was raised in such pureblood luxury. She could only imagine what her parents would say if they knew she was talking to someone who lived on a farm at all, regardless of blood status. “It sounds… it actually sounds really sweet.” Evie admitted, smiling a little. She always was attracted to the more simplistic life, even if she felt he would be so unfit for it. “Ven?” She said, an idea sparking up in her head. “When’s your birthday?” Evie wondered if she could give something amazing to Venus, like a ticket home for the weekend or something. Or maybe she could try her hand at cooking… some of her favorite foods. Merlin, she would need help with that. But. Evie was filled with a surprisingly unselfish desire to give Venus something to make her happy. Everything just started out with her wanting to get into Ven’s pants and Evie was finding it wasn’t always just like that. She just wanted to see this ray of sunshine smile and not be homesick. “Sounds yummy. I mean, we’ve got ciders I think. Like, apple cider?” She asked. “Sparkling cider? Ooh that’d be cool with this dessert, huh? Okay, tell me what to do, though.” Evie didn’t even get flustered when Ven leaned in so close to grab whatever she needed from the cupboard because she didn’t feel that right now. She just wanted to help and enjoy this time. “Do you do the caramel… how? How does that happen? What kind of nuts do you use?”

the more she reminisced, the more she missed her family and sweden all together but that’s what the toscakaka was for! ‘oh certainly.’ the fact she did bite her tongue on was the lund family owned ikea and in fact her eldest brother, björn was the ceo. but money never dictated her simple life so that wasn’t something she told people often. ‘my birthday? march 23rd! when’s yours? oh i have to know so i can bake you the best cake in the world!’ venus had no idea what evie was planning, her mind didn’t even think that far in advance yet. ‘we can run out and buy some sparkling cider while the cake bakes! come here, come here! i’m teaching you how to cook, you can’t just sit there!’ venus instructed, holding out her hands for evie and grabbing the measuring cup of sugar to melt it down and blah blah blah, pretend i’m writing a proper recipe. hahah what a professional reply! ‘caramel is burnt sugar and we’ll be using almonds! unless you have a nut you like better? i think i have walnuts and pecans and cashews!’

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zachariahsisms:

It had to be some level of patheticness that Zach’s first thought was, maybe I can take a piece for Eli to try and see if he likes it! It really had to be next level crushing. “It sounds absolutely delicious. I’m confident in the kitchen but I’ve definitely never made this.” He smiled over at her and nodded seriously. “Immense attention. Got it. I’m ready to help—but if I have questions, I can ask, right?” He asked, rolling up his sleeves and wiggling his fingers.

‘i’m psyching you out, zach! it’s not that difficult.’ she giggled, bumping shoulders with him and pulling out her recipe book. ‘of course you can ask questions. okay, first we gather the ingredients, take a pretty instagram picture and then continue.’ she giggled, pointing her wand to the sheet to translate it to english. ‘y’know, the tradition in sweden is to make a toscakaka and give it to someone you like. since i’ve got no one, who will you be giving it to?’

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mirokrum:

“i just meant i wanted him to be happy in general, boy or no. and we are gross, myself included.” he replied with a wink before laughing. miro paused, going to gently tie her apron before turning around for her help. “i deserve the moon? what did i do for that honor?”

‘that’s fair. i can be on the lookout if i ever meet another nice boy for him. i like zach! but i think he’s non-dating someone. don’t ask what it means, very confusing.’ venus grinned, turning around to tie his apron once he’d tied hers and held out her hand for his, bouncing in her spot. ‘you were just you. you deserve the moon for just being you.’

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mirokrum:

“he really does. i just want him to be happy.” he replied with a grin, it widening as she looped her arm through his. “you have such faith in me. perhaps you also deserve the sun.”

‘surely he doesn’t need a boy to be happy, so i’m hoping he will be happy either way. boys are gross, not you though. you’re my favourite.’ she rested her head against his shoulder and let out a soft giggle. he dropped his arm and grabbed them aprons, putting hers on and turning around so he could tie it for her. ‘shh, no way. give the sun to mercer, he’s more deserving. and you can have the moon.’

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molly2isextra:

“A what?”

‘it’s a swedish cake, molly! come bake with me!’

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mirokrum:

“i was off with mercer, his sorta-boyfriend was a mess.” he stated with a sigh. “you were looking for me? really?” he mused with a large grin. “i didn’t expect for it to happen either but come on, let’s go bake. just warning you, i’m terrible at it.”

‘oh mercer. he deserves a whole world of goodness, y’know? not that many people don’t, but that boy. i wish i could gift him the sun!’ she nodded shyly with a light smile, looping their arms together as she pulled him into her kitchen. ‘i’m a good teacher, you won’t mess up on my watch!’

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evierossy:

“Homesick?” Evie repeated, pouting a little. Homesickness was never a good feeling, and honestly, she couldn’t relate. She hated home, but she could guess it was just so sad and a culture shift. “Okay. I’d like that, yes.” She gave Ven a small smile, actually excited to try out the cooking… baking thing. “I hope I don’t set this place on fire.” Evie clasped her hands together and looked at Ven, wishing she wasn’t as sad as she seemed. “When we finish, can we eat it? What other foods are your favorite? From, like… your home? Actually…” She smiled and ended up sitting on the counter so she could face Ven, her legs dangling and hoping she could still be of use up here. “Tell me about your home. I wanna know about it. It must’ve been amazing if you miss it so much. Please?”

‘my family has always lived in a small town, now the oldest in sweden, called sigtuna. we’re very tight knit. there’s my mama and dada, my morfar and mormor, my two brothers, henrik and björn. we had a little farm, very basic necessities, a cow for milk, some goats so i could cuddle with them and a really cranky chicken. it was simple but it was home. and it’s not like we lived far from stockholm, dada and mama both worked in stockholm so we’d go over quite often. it’s a quaint muggle town, really. all three of us attended durmstrang, then björn got married and he has children now and henrik came here and here i am too. but i miss home. i’d just like us all to be together for a little bit again.’ she was rambly, despite not wanting to talk much but she flashed a gentle smile to evie because talking about did help. whilst talking she’d already pulled out her cookbook, setting a translation spell on it and gathered her ingredients, leaning behind evie to grab a measuring cup with a giggle. ‘of course we can eat it! why else would we make it?! uhhh, there wasn’t much i didn’t like expect for herring. meatballs are good, i like spiced buns! cinnamon buns, i mean. lingonberry jam! elderflower juice. even a nice cider, honestly.’

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niklauscreevey:

He didn’t know what he’d done to make her smile, but was happy to have gotten one out of her. “Uhm…food?”

‘you’re not wrong,’ she mused, levitating her mum’s cookbook to the page and gesturing him over. with another wave of her wand the swedish recipe was written in english now. ‘it’s a sweet dessert, sometimes overpoweringly sweet. tradition back home is, like someone? bring them a toscakaka ’

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henrik-lund:

“do we have to?” henrik asked with a tiny pout because that was definitely his least favourite cake.

‘um, björn wouldn’t be this bothersome about it. he’d already be working on the caramel.’ her way of making her brothers do what she wanted was to set them up against each other. 

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mirokrum:

miro held her tight, gently rubbing her back as she buried her head in his neck. “the feeling’s mutual. sorry we got separated. i went to the hospital wing to see if you’d been hurt and was glad to see you weren’t there.”

‘i was looking for you to say goodbye, i went over to evie’s, but i couldn’t find you. i figured i’d just call to say bye, didn’t expect any of this to happen.’ she sighed reluctantly as she let go of the boy, patting his shoulders because she really was happy to see him.