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tampered2008-11-29 09:39 pm
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Log | ongoing
When; November 29th, 6:15ish in the PM
Rating; General? IDK will change if necessary
Characters; Luna Lovegood and Severus Snape [lol double letter initials]
Summary; Time-taking shenanigans, Luna and Severus style~
Log;
Pudding was not, by construction, a difficult product. Milk, butter, salt, cornstarch, vanilla extract, and sugar along with a pot and a bowl did the trick easily enough, and Luna had always been fond of the concoction. There was something reliable about pudding, not complicated but quite satisfying, available in a very wide variety of flavors, and colors as well. Having made vanilla and butterscotch earlier in the day, the blond Ravenclaw spent the middle hours of about noon to three at the zoo, and the hours of three to six at the library, returning to the cabin only to decide that she had once again over compensated for the amount of pudding made. Now, to Luna, this was not a problem, and really more than 'too much' it was just a matter of 'this much' and it so it was with 'that much' that she set about moving it in a portable container, a circular thing that made the white stuff look lavender--which only increased the appeal, really, as far as the maker was concerned.
By this point, it was with thoughtful routine that Luna made her way to the potions shop run by one, Severus Snape. Making more than the cabin had need of often--once a week to be precise--led to these visits, in which Luna would drop off the pudding or puddings of the day, ask the once professor how he was, and then be on her way. She did quite like to be on her way. It was, after all, much nicer than being off of it.
Stepping into the shop, pudding container in one hand, other pushing the door open, she paused at the front, smiling just slightly. It was not a happy smile, but it was not false either, just a sort of there, which suited the surprisingly sane girl rather well. Not bothering to say anything, she closed the door behind her with a tap of her foot, comfortable enough to silently place the container down at the counter, peering around as if she had never been there before.
Rating; General? IDK will change if necessary
Characters; Luna Lovegood and Severus Snape [lol double letter initials]
Summary; Time-taking shenanigans, Luna and Severus style~
Log;
Pudding was not, by construction, a difficult product. Milk, butter, salt, cornstarch, vanilla extract, and sugar along with a pot and a bowl did the trick easily enough, and Luna had always been fond of the concoction. There was something reliable about pudding, not complicated but quite satisfying, available in a very wide variety of flavors, and colors as well. Having made vanilla and butterscotch earlier in the day, the blond Ravenclaw spent the middle hours of about noon to three at the zoo, and the hours of three to six at the library, returning to the cabin only to decide that she had once again over compensated for the amount of pudding made. Now, to Luna, this was not a problem, and really more than 'too much' it was just a matter of 'this much' and it so it was with 'that much' that she set about moving it in a portable container, a circular thing that made the white stuff look lavender--which only increased the appeal, really, as far as the maker was concerned.
By this point, it was with thoughtful routine that Luna made her way to the potions shop run by one, Severus Snape. Making more than the cabin had need of often--once a week to be precise--led to these visits, in which Luna would drop off the pudding or puddings of the day, ask the once professor how he was, and then be on her way. She did quite like to be on her way. It was, after all, much nicer than being off of it.
Stepping into the shop, pudding container in one hand, other pushing the door open, she paused at the front, smiling just slightly. It was not a happy smile, but it was not false either, just a sort of there, which suited the surprisingly sane girl rather well. Not bothering to say anything, she closed the door behind her with a tap of her foot, comfortable enough to silently place the container down at the counter, peering around as if she had never been there before.