a spoonful of sugar [helps the medicine go down]

Come visit the house elves and get a snack. Visiting the kitchens is a risky business though. Will some hungry HoH's find out you've come down here? Watch out...

a spoonful of sugar [helps the medicine go down]

Schuyler Sutherland
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09 Sep 2011, 05:28 #1

  • Naturally among all the people of the world there are many different types of friends. Some people prefer to keep those close to them at a distance. While others take the complete opposite route with friends and cling to them at any possible moment. Schuyler hoped that she fell somewhere in the middle between the two spectrums. She was not under illusions that it was necessary to see each of her friends every day or even once a week. The witch did however expect to run into them on purpose at least every few weeks to catch up on their lives and maybe help one another with school work or other problems in their lives. The rendezvous she and Lydia Elderwood had planned by owl was exactly this type of encounter for her. It would give the badger a chance to catch up with a friend and also get a delicious treat in the deal. The brunette couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there would be extra cookies or cupcakes to take to Cadan Jenkins. Not that he necessarily would want her to bring him treats or even if she would have the nerve to do so, but the option alone might be nice.

    Striding to the kitchen door, tickling the pear to pass through into the large and welcoming room brimming with house elves, Schuyler smiled. The young woman surveyed the scene of petite magical creatures scurrying around the kitchen to prepare tonight’s evening meal. She desperately hoped they wouldn’t mind her presence there with Lydia, but as they had been very tidy the last time and cleaned up completely after themselves, she couldn’t see why the Hogwarts army of chefs would mind. Simply smiling and heading towards the elaborate student kitchen Lydia had chosen last time, the witch looked around helplessly for a moment while gathering her thoughts. What was it Lydia had done last time? Oh yes! Ummm… eggs and vanilla… cooking sheets? Or something? Sky bustled around the kitchen pulling things from the cupboard that looked familiar or helpful and even a few things that looked tasty like dried cranberries. Those would be good in something, right? Maybe in cookies or cupcakes or nothing at all. The Hufflepuff was likely to munch on them once she became too impatient to wait for the baked goods to cool. Yes, today was going to be a great day with an even better friend!</li>
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21 Oct 2011, 05:14 #2

Honestly the lioness wasn't sure why the idea hadn't occurred to her earlier. The world around her had been spinning ungracefully like a top teetering on the brink of imbalance, wobbling side to side in a clumsy attempt to regain some modicum of centeredness. So much had happened. So many...huge things. Things that seemed to the Gryffindor to be of utmost, life-changing importance. Lydia longed for a moment's pause. For a second to catch her breath and reclaim her footing. The witch had lost her bearings somewhere in the last week or two and she was desperate to find some semblance of the normalcy she had known before. So it was surprising that it had taken Lydia so long to realize just what she needed: a baking and gab session in the kitchen with one of her best gal pals at school, Sky Sutherland. The kitchen had always been the one place at Hogwarts that the fifth year knew she could find a temporary reprieve from the chaos of the world around her. Losing herself among the sprinkles and chocolate chips, the young witch knew she would finally get a moment to sort through the thoughts that had continued to pound against the inside of her skull without ceasing for days on end.

The kitchen couldn't fail her now. It simply couldn't.

Rushing down the stairs toward the dungeons, Lydia pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ears. No matter how often she ventured to the kitchens from Gryffindor tower, the lioness always felt just a bit winded by the time she reached out a shaky finger to tickle the pear. The buzzing excitement at finally getting to spend some quality time with Sky was only dampened by the fact that Lydia had more than a few things to share with the badger, and she wasn't entirely sure what her friend would say about them. Things had been so crazy and all the Gryffindor wanted was to share her thoughts and emotions with someone and maybe even get a bit of outside perspective. Making her way through the kitchen, Lydia couldn't help but grin as her eyes connected with the sixth year badger. "All right there, Sky?" she asked, taking a few seconds to glance at the small assortment of items the girl had already pulled from the cabinets. "What are we making today?" Without really thinking, the witch grabbed a couple dried cranberries and popped them in her mouth. "How's your summer been?"
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01 Nov 2011, 05:31 #3

  • The sound of footsteps behind her drew Schuyler from the flurry of thoughts that were circulating in her head. She was desperately trying to remember the name of a dessert her grandmother had last summer for her 70th birthday. It had been a simple affair by Sutherland standards in New York. There were only a handful of the family’s closest friends at the townhouse on the Upper East Side and a chef had been hired for the evening. The dessert – simple, elegant, and tauntingly delicious – pudding layered between cakes and topped with a thick ganache spread all across the sides. The badger was desperately searching her brain for the name of that delicious creation and her brows furrowed appropriately. Spinning to face her friend, the fretful wrinkles disappeared from her forehead and a smile formed between her cheeks revealing the white pearls of the Hufflepuff’s teeth. Perhaps Lydia would know the name of the dessert she had been drooling over for the past few minutes. She opened her mouth to say hello and rather than a simple greeting, an exclamation emerged instead.

    “Boston cream pie!” Sky declared with a flourish before a flush greeted her cheeks. “Oh, sorry Lydia!” she followed a bit sheepishly. “I had been trying to think of this amazing cake I had at my Gran’s last birthday in New York and thought of it for some reason just then. How are you?” the Hufflepuff countered without hesitation, resting against the counter and scooping up a few cranberries for herself. “I didn’t know what you’d want to make,” the American gestured the assortment of kitchen goods strewn across the counter. “I was thinking you could pick. But maybe something we could use these cranberries for?” The witch popped a few more of the tart little jewels into her mouth. “Mmmm. Or on second thought we could just eat them while we bake!” An unmistakable happy smile crossed her face. There was something tugging at the back of her mind to tell Lydia, but it could wait a bit. Her friend would certainly be happy to know she’d moved on from the bump of heart break over Roman, but it wasn’t necessary to blurt it all out right now. It was going to be an interesting afternoon.</li>
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31 Dec 2011, 18:15 #4

As she stood in the Hufflepuff's presence, an immediate sense of calm washed over the young witch, and her worries and nerves melted away. At least... for the most part. This is why Sky was so great to have as a friend. There was something so sunny, so bright about the badger, and it was easy to forget one's problems when engaged in a conversation with her. Though being in the world's most perfect kitchen helped too. This was the perfect place and Lydia would live there if she had the chance. Sky's sudden exclamation coaxed a grin from the lioness. Oh yes... her fellow schoolmate was sunny and more than a bit silly at times. She was awesome. "I think I had a Boston Cream Pie once. I don't quite remember." The question that followed Sky's statement, though innocent in intent, caught the Gryffindor somewhat off-guard and she took that opportunity to grab a few more dried cranberries, popping them into her mouth one and a time. Yet before Lydia could say anything, the badger continued.

"Mmm... We could definitely eat them. Or make some cranberry scones. If there's some lemon curd here, that'd go well with them. Or pop them into some chocolate chip cookies." Tossing another cranberry into her mouth, the fifth year shrugged. Without another word, Lydia began to mill about the kitchen, grabbing a few ingredients and appliances that would likely be needed. Rolled oats. White chocolate chips. Tahitian vanilla. Anything that might taste good in something sweet. Though Sky had moved on from her first question, the thought still needled inside Lydia's brain. The relaxation she had felt walking in had been short-lived. Part of the lioness wanted to spill out her every thought and worry. Part of her just wanted to throw herself headfirst into a bowl of cookie dough and forget everything else. Biting her lip for a moment, the brunette fidgeted with the bag of white chocolate chips, pulling out of a few and popping them into her mouth. At the rate they were going, nothing would be made and the two girls would just snack their way through the next few hours. "Is there anything particular you're in the mood for? Cookies? Cupcakes? Scones? Pies? A cake?"
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21 Jan 2012, 02:33 #5

  • “Scones, really?” the badger asked with a smile as she leaned in and popped another cranberry in her mouth. “You know how to make those?” Sky swallowed the cranberry she was chewing and shrugged apologetically. “I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full.” She paused and took a breath, watching her friend carefully. “There was this bakery just down the street from my family’s home in New York and they made these amazing rosemary cranberry scones. I didn’t know people actually made their own! That would be awesome if you could teach me. Maybe we could brew some tea then? Have a tea party?” Her smile spread even further remembering the tea parties she used to have with her grandmother as a child using a mix-matched set of china from this and that. Sets with broken pieces were automatically the young girl’s playthings. She had dolls and teddy bears as guests. On occasion her grandmother’s friends would even join them in their play. The tea never cooled or burned the tongue when Schuyler made it; perhaps, she thought remembering, it had been a manifestation of her magic.

    “So what else do we need?” Schuyler inquired, leaning over the table for another cranberry. “I tried to get out everything I thought we might need.” Her brow scrunched as she looked and thought and turned swiftly back to face her friend. “So, how have you been? Anything new going on? Have you had a chance to check out the fair? Er – the carnival? Have you been? I… I went with Roman the first day and then…. Well, yeah. I haven’t really been back since. They’ll probably pack up soon I’d imagine. Maybe I should go again.” The witch smiled at her friend and walked about the island to stand by her side. “Sorry, rambling. It just feels like it’s been forever.” And with that, she reached out and pulled her friend into a tight hug.</li>
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31 Jan 2012, 16:27 #6

Lydia couldn't help but chuckle at Sky's sudden venture down memory lane and the badger's amazement that someone would know how to make scones. Most days the lioness didn't think about the fact that her friend wasn't from England, that she didn't really grow up with the same sorts of food and traditions that made up so much of her own life. But every so often Sky would say something to remind the Gryffindor that she was from across the ocean and Lydia would have to giggle at the whole situation. It wasn't meant to be mean, it was simply endearing. Of course she knew how to make scones... But Sky didn't know that. "Yeah, my dad's mum taught me. Though I've never tried to make rosemary cranberry scones before, but we can try if you like." The fifth year's gaze turned to the ingredients set out on the counter as her fellow witch continued to talk. All of her worries seemed to melt away around the Hufflepuff and Lydia was glad to have her mind turned from boys to tea parties, though the idea was bittersweet. She thought of Lucy. Thought of the summer afternoons spent in grass-covered backyards. Three young girls - Lucy, Cat, and Lydia - in over-sized hats and frayed, stained gloves Mrs. Winkleman no longer wore, sitting together over cups of tea with pinkies daintily held outward. They days were calmer back then. Happier... before the worries and frustrations that seemed to bombard the students on a regular basis nowadays. But her memory was tainted by the knowledge that Lucy had disappeared without word to anyone as to where she was going. The best friend Lydia had thought she had, had gone away over night.

With a careful flick of her wand and a few mumbled words, the lioness summoned a pitcher of buttermilk and a small container of self-rising flour. The badger's mention of boys caused an instant wave of red heat to flood the fifth year's cheeks, and she hurriedly busied herself in organizing and re-organizing the few mixing bowls and spoons along the counter. She had come with the intention of sharing the latest insanity of her life with Sky, yet the sudden prospect of having to confess her rather indelicate admission was becoming all the more impossible. What would her friend think of her? Would she even still want to be friends after something so terrible? On the inside, Lydia's heart ached, feeling heavy and slow with regret. On the outside, the Gryffindor deftly cut a bit of waxy parchment paper to cover the bottom of the dark gray pan. "Yeah, I've been to the carnival," she answered after a moment, pausing to clear the lump from her throat. "You should go. It's pretty... interesting." As she placed a spoon on either end of the paper to keep it from curling up and rolling off the pan, Sky's arms made a sudden appearance around Lydia's form. Without hesitation, the lioness returned her friend's hug, sighing softly as she gently held on to the embrace. She really should say something. Instead, the witch pulled away after a moment, chewing nervously on her lip as she turned her gaze once more to the ingredients that littered the large counter.

"A lot of people use whole milk, but buttermilk is best. It helps with the taste, but it also helps bind all the ingredients together. My grandmother said that if your buttermilk isn't thick enough, you can always whisk some yogurt into it to help."

Images of the carnival lingered in the back of her mind. As she moved forward to take hold of the mixing bowl, her fingers brushed against the smooth glass and without warning, her thoughts turned to Max, reliving with unnecessary clarity the gentleness of his fingers against her back. His lips against her neck. Distracted, Lydia could feel her cheeks burn once more. "So... um... we need... three cups of flour. And then... once it's in the bowl, my grandmother always kind of runs her fingers through it. Just moving it around some. She says it's to introduce air into it. Which is important. So... yeah."
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26 Feb 2012, 06:01 #7

  • If the afternoon had begun with the brightest of hopes for fun, it continued easily in that direction. But upon being released from the hug she initiated with her best friend, Sky couldn’t help but feel that it might take a turn away something simply bright and sunny and towards something decidedly less. The nervous chewing of a lip, the stammering through explanation and the quick change of topic drew red flags in the badger’s mind about her friend’s position. What was it about the carnival and boys that had set Lydia as such unease? The witch had never been one to pry into another’s personal life, but something was weighing down her friend and it seemed only right to at least offer to listen. Certainly Lydia had to know that the American would be there for her, no matter what was bothering her. They had pushed each other for more confidence, helped plan a school wide event together, and had faced other problems before. The duo could certainly figure this out together as well if only the lioness would let her in. Buttermilk wasn’t just a baking tip; it seemed to be an attempt to change the subject from the carnival to the task at hand.

    “Interesting? How?” Sky tried to sound as casual as possible, but she was not confident in that ability. She’d never been a particularly good liar and certainly it would show through now. The witch had no cause to infringe on Lydia’s privacy, but curiosity was getting the better of her. The buttermilk was resting on the counter and the badger reached for it, swirling it around in the container. It felt heavier, thicker than regular milk. She sniffed it, noticing the rich sour odor. Her nose scrunched and lips turned up into a skeptical look. “I… that smells… not safe to eat. Is it… okay?” The girl wasn’t sure she wanted to eat anything that had that in it. She knew very little about dairy products, but she did know that when regular milk smelled like that she shouldn’t add it to her cereal. “Who did you go to the carnival with? I was thinking… maybe we could go. I like funnel cakes and bumper cars. Or… maybe this carnival won’t have bumper cars.” The witch giggled and smiled at her friend, hoping that she would open up. A tense mood was filling the air of the kitchen, it was nearly imperceptible, but it was there. Sky just hoped it wasn’t anything she had done.</li>
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05 Mar 2012, 17:12 #8

At this point, Lydia was beyond distracted. The array of utensils and ingredients that were all laid out upon the glistening countertop seemed almost foreign to the lioness - a motley assortment of culinary kitsch that to a better person, would have made perfect sense. Her brain was positively buzzing. The mere mention of the carnival had unleashed a flurry of chaotic thought in her mind, memories of Max - of kissing him, of arms wrapped around bodies, skin touching skin, of gasps and tremors - fought against the need to hold on to that one precious moment in which Kieran's lips pressed so sweetly to hers. That was what she wanted to remember. That one moment when the heartache that had plagued her for so long could finally disappear. Lydia wanted to forget the rest. To forget the Slytherin boy, yet it was simply impossible. That mistake of a night had happened and even if not thinking about it were a realistic option, her subconscious refused to make it a reality. The tiniest thing could set her off, set the gears of her brain in motion, making that night haunt her thoughts at some point every single day. It was her guilt. The lioness was certain that she would regret that night for the rest of her night. That night had ruined any possible future for her - with Kieran, with anyone - and now she would pay for it. She knew that to be true. Kieran would never truly love her, never be able to return all of the feelings that she had felt for him for so long, no matter what he said. No matter the kiss. No matter the words spoken to her. The sixth year had, in the end, run away from her, leaving her alone at the carnival, the weight of her mistake forever clinging to the young woman. Lydia worried that even Sky would leave her, knowing this terrible betrayal to... the world. To Kieran. To Gryffindor. To common decency. And what about Wyatt? If there were a person who lived and breathed the Gryffindor code of honor, it was him, wasn't it? The rivalry between the lions and the snakes was legendary, but it seemed to be something even greater for Wyatt. What would he think?

And for whatever reason, though it was not how Lydia was brought up by her father, another sense of paranoia lingered deep in the back of her mind, gnawing at her sensitive and vulnerable nature. What if she really had ruined herself? The fifth year knew more than a few people who thought that way, who believed in saving all of that for marriage, and that to indulge in anything beforehand was a gross injustice to one's future spouse. Some even said it was a sin worthy of damnation for all time. Lydia had never truly believed in any of that - nor had her father - but still... what if those people were correct? What if the brunette had messed up the rest of her life in one night? These thoughts, these emotions, these worries had all plagued the young woman for days now, ever since Max had walked her back to her dorm that night. Hoping that perhaps time would lessen the pain and would make returning to daily life easy, Lydia had kept silent. How was she ever to admit that she were a changed woman? That she had ruined everything so quickly... But the worry did not disappear. The paranoia did not ease up and the nauseating regret never lessened, not even for a moment. The Gryffindor had to tell someone, had to purge herself of the fear that was taking over her mind and body, refusing to let her relax for even a few moments. Sighing, Lydia pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and glanced up at Sky. The badger lifted the pitcher of buttermilk to her nose and then cringed, an expression that the lioness was certain graced her own face whenever she took too strong a whiff of the disgusting dairy concoction. Despite the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lydia chuckled softly. "It's fine. It always smells disgusting. Some people drink it, though I think it's right terrible, but it's perfect for baking. I promise." Leaning a bit against the island, the fifth year chewed on the inside of her lip for a moment before continued. "Besides, if you smell it in the container, it always smells work. Same with regular milk. When you pour it, some of the milk stays around the top and does actually start to sour. So it's best to pour some and smell it that way... But yeah... Buttermilk always smells dreadful."

Lydia's stomach sank when Sky brought the carnival back up. Though she had resigned herself to sharing her thoughts with her badger friend, she had been silently grateful that the conversation had turned once more to the scones at hand. Busying herself with pouring the flour into the large mixing bowl, the brunette allowed a heavy silence to overtake the two schoolmates. She ran her fingers through the soft, airy powder just as her grandmother had told her to do back when Lydia was a young child. Flour was the strangest thing sometimes. It almost felt like nothing. Of course it was there in the bowl, but it just seemed so feather-soft that, as a little girl, Lydia always wondered if this is what it felt like to touch a cloud. She could feel Sky's eyes on her. With another sigh, the fifth year pushed the bowl away and pressed the back side of her hand to her cheek. Her face was on fire. "I um..." How on earth was she supposed to tell her? How do people even do things like this? "I did something really... really stupid." Cheeks blazing a vibrant pink, Lydia turned her gaze to the ingredients in front of her. Adding the butter to the mixture, the lioness grabbed the pastry cutter and began to break up the butter, mixing it with the flour until it looked like a bowl full of crumbs. The witch took in a deep breath and sighed, dropping the cutter in the bowl. "I went with Max to the carnival." For a few seconds, the words just hung in the air, heavy and dark. "Yeah... And... I just... It... was all stupid. It was the stupidest thing I could have done and I don't know what to do. I just... I'm so confused about everything and... I just... Kieran... and... I... I mean... We had gotten into a fight. A big one... And he just... I mean... I was hurt. And everything fell apart... I mean... and... the spring dance... he was just... Yeah... I wanted to make him mad... I wanted to just... forget him and... and... I wanted to just piss him off because he had broken my heart and I was so hurt... so I went with Max... and... I did the stupidest thing and now I'm so confused and I think Kieran might hate me even though he kissed me and I just don't know what to do with myself anymore. I hate myself. It was so stupid and I just want to go back and make it so none of it had happened. I've ruined everything and just... I don't know." The words fell from her lips almost as quickly as the wave of tears dove from her eyes and splashed along her cheeks, trailing down and dripping from her chin. For a moment, Lydia was grateful to be rid of the darkness that had clouded her mind for the last week or two. But then, as she stood there, sniffling and sobbing, the lioness knew that judgment was yet to come. What the verdict would be, she was uncertain, but she hoped Sky wouldn't leave her.
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KENDALL IS MY HOMIE, YO. SHE'S TASTIER THAN RAINBOWS AND ALSO QUITE AWESOMESAUCE. /ninja!alice
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Schuyler Sutherland
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Schuyler Sutherland
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Joined: 12 Dec 2010, 06:01

14 Mar 2012, 20:58 #9

  • For such a prude, Schuyler really was progressive. Sure, she was a year older than her friend and had only just been kissed at a dance last spring by her very first boyfriend, but that didn’t mean there weren’t very specific ideas in her head of what she wanted from romance, from love, from whoever her next boyfriend might be. In fact, it was rather embarrassing to say that the witch had imagined it, and it was the who she had imagined it with that she would rather like to hide, both from herself and from Lydia. The words that spilled from her friend’s mouth explained the rather green tinge she had noticed creeping over the lioness’s face as she was lost in thought. The badger’s inquiry set off a chain of events, fireworks of emotion and thought within her friend. It certainly didn’t take an empath to tell that a friend was conflicted. No, Sky could read it in her friend’s eyes, her body language, the way her face colored, her breathing. Any person could do as such if they were as observant as the Hufflepuff. She’d spent her whole life watching people, remembering details about people or readings or conversations that it was impossible to forget how Lydia usually was and how this was anything but normal.

    Sky nodded in response to the buttermilk. Whatever it was that it made it work, well, she wouldn’t question it. Lydia was the expert to which she deferred on all edible creations. Trust was the key to that and the witch trusted that anything her dear “mate” made would be positively delicious. But the conversation changed again as the American watched her friend transform from the knowledgeable pastry chef back into the nervous and pale girl she had been just moments before. It was like watching a mood ring – that silly Muggle instrument she had loved as a child – change suddenly, picking up on the slightest temperature difference on the wearer’s skin. Sky was the mood ring, her body language opening further than usual to her friend in that moment of distress, wanting to care as the silence hung between them. It was a traceable string, thick and passing back and forth between the girls. She refused to speak, knowing that whatever the other had to communicate would be worth the weight. Seriousness was implied and sometimes that took time. It could have been anything really; the other witch had yet to mention her father or her grades or anything of the like. It could have been a million things, each possibility racing through Sky’s mind but getting bounced away as another came flashing through. But whatever she had thought could possibly be bothering Lydia, she’d never guessed it would what finally came out of her mouth.

    “Wait, what?” was the first statement to come out of the Hufflepuff’s mouth as her brow furrowed in confusion. The relationship between Kieran and Lydia was confusing from the outside, but it appeared to be just as perplexing from the inside. She was trying to make sense of the string of words, piece together the holistic meaning of the statement. Who was Max? How had Lydia become involved with this “Max” character? And then, after several seconds of scrunched brows and smoke churning from her ears, it dawned on the badger who her friend was speaking of. Max was the dreadful Slytherin beater who it seemed never had a girlfriend and found it fun to either make fun of you or flatter you until you did what he wanted. Why had her friend gotten caught up with him? Sky understood wanting to make someone jealous – she’d wanted so much to make Brydon jealous that she got her heart broken by falling for the boy she’d chosen to forget the lion. It was confusing being a teenager. Brow never unfurling, she spoke again, slowly and carefully, more confused than before. “So… you and Ki fought? And you hung out with Max? Like…. Alone? Like…. that?” Sky wasn’t condemning the sex – if it was sex and she inferred it was something like that from the guilty look on her friend’s face – she was more wondering what Kieran did think. Kind, sweet Kieran who seemed noble and proud and… was Sky defending him? Shouldn’t she be choosing her friend’s side? She had no feelings aside from platonic for the boy and yet… she wanted to defend him. Why was it so hard being a teenager? “Did you… did tell him? Ki, I mean? What… what did he say?” Oy vey. What a mess!</li>
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