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Okay! Utena had been sorted into Gryffindor by a big anthropomorphic hat, after talking to a green alien who looked pretty in pink. And being told that she could hang out with a talking fish. Weirdly, she wasn't particularly bothered or weirded out by any of this. No, she was a girl on a mission right now. The big hat had said she could stay if she made it chocolate pudding, and so chocolate pudding she would make.

...The only problem was, she had no idea where to find pudding mix, or milk, or bowls, or... well, the kitchen for that matter.

She stepped out into the hall and looked in either direction, stretching her arms out, lips pursed as she thought. "Hmmmmm... better flip a coin or something." She fished in her jacket pockets, but couldn't find anything, not one red yen. In fact, she didn't really have anything on her, except the rose signet.

Sighing, she pulled it off her finger and tossed it up into the air, intending to take whichever direction it pointed in. She was more than a little surprised when it landed on its edge and began to roll! "Oh no!" she ran after the rolling little piece of silver, crying out. "Come back!"

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Date: 2006-06-11 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Hey, I would have shown you to the kitchen either way." He grins. "It's just nice to show some gratitude, is all. And what better way than through the stomach, am I right?"

Ron turns a corner. "We're almost there."

Date: 2006-06-11 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Hey, that would work. A slice of cheesecake and you'll have me for life!" He approaches the door to the kitchen as he laughs, and then peaks in. "Hello?" He looks at Utena. "Coast's clear."

Date: 2006-06-11 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Oh, I was just kidding." Ron glances around the kitchen, busy with House Elves doing their work. "It wasn't ok before, but the rules have been pretty lax in this place, lately." He looks around through the cupboards.

Date: 2006-06-11 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
Ron pulls out his wand and accio's the items as she lists them. "Vanilla? Thought we were making chocolate pudding." He takes the ingredients to Utena's counter.

Date: 2006-06-11 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Sure you can. It's an easy spell to do. Easier than baking, I'd bet." Ron sits on the counter, watching her with interest. "And you're going to make it with no magic at all?"

Date: 2006-06-11 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"I know, but you don't even know how to stir with magic?" He watches the way she works, remembering how differently his mother cooks. "Really? Don't tell the Hat that your bribe's easy, then."

Date: 2006-06-12 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Have you tried talking to any of the professors?" Ron moves his hands behind him so that he could lean on his arms.

Date: 2006-06-12 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
Ron takes a deep breath and lets it out, thinking. "Hmmm. Well, a lot of our good professors are popcorn. I still think you could give Professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin and Professor Maturin a chance. I also hear the Professor Crowley is real powerful, but he's also mean. Might not help you. You didn't happen to see a muggle contraption during your sorting, did you? Big and black... wielded by a man in glasses?"

Date: 2006-06-12 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"I think so." Ron accio's a couple of bowls and spoons. "We have real smart people here. When you're done with the professors, you can post a notice to Ravenclaw. They have a lot of doctors."

Date: 2006-06-12 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Great!" Ron grabbed his spoon and took one of the bowls, spooning a huge portion into his mouth. "It tastes-" He swallows. "It tastes terrific!"

Date: 2006-06-12 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Not useless? Come on! Don't talk like that. You're so un-useless, you could be in Hufflepuff. Great girls in Hufflepuff." He eats like a shark.

Date: 2006-06-12 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dungbombsrule.livejournal.com
"Well, yeah. But my girl's in Hufflepuff, so I have to say stuff like that." He sets his pudding aside for a moment. "So, why did you want to wear a boy's uniform? I wouldn't want to wear a skirt either, but I'm a guy so..."

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