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Post by era on Oct 21, 2007 12:42:12 GMT
Eragon walked into the kitchens after tickling the pear that led to the door. Almost at once a small house elf, one that only came up to his knee came and asked if he wanted anything, ''Yeah, i'll have a chicken and stuffing sandwich please, and a small glass of Firewhiskey''he said, the elf ran off to get his food and drink. The kitchen was massive and house elfs where running about everywhere, either cooking or cleaning up. Eragon sat down at the table which would of been the Gryffindor table if it was in the great hall. He was wondering if anyone else would turn up.
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Post by teddybear on Oct 21, 2007 13:11:53 GMT
[beige]Dom tickled the pear, the portrait swung open. The hinged really needed to be oiled once again, the noise hurt his ears. Dominic had only just got out of the grasp of his over protective elder sister, he loved her dearly, really, but sometimes she was just so...well...Overprotective was the understatement of the year.
A house elf ran up to him, squeaking after his order.
"Erm...I just want some chips. As unhealthy as possible please?" He asked.
He noticed another student in the kitchens, a Gryffindor. Egrin? Erig? Eragon! that was it! He nodded to him, "Alright?"[/beige]
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Post by era on Oct 21, 2007 13:26:28 GMT
Eragon's head whipped up from where he had been lost in thought, ''Er, yeah, you?''he replied to the boy who looked a little bit younger than him. When Eragon's food and drink was placed in front of him, he looked at it for a seconds before picking up one of the sandwiches and starting to eat it. He took a small sip from his goblet after swallowing the bite of the sandwich.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Oct 21, 2007 22:27:23 GMT
Citrine approached the entrance to the kitchen. There was something about it that just made her uncomfortable. She cringed as she tickled the fuzzy fruit and entered the room. As soon as she did so, she saw two boys, neither of her house. She wasn't sure what to do, it was always uncomfortable making small talk. So she just spoke to a house elf, and let whatever happen happen.
"Hey cutie," she said to the little creature. It did not look pleased, but she assumed it was just a grumpy elf. The others usually giggled and took her order. "Can I get aaa..." she wasn't really sure what she wanted. Usually she spent the time wasted on the walk over here deciding what to order so that she didn't waste anyone's time. She was distracted this time. "I'm sorry, can I get a nice bowl of cheese ravioli? Organic, please." The elf rolled his eyes and walked away to take her order. They always did that when she mentioned the "O" word.
She sat down on a stool behind the boys talking to each other. They would most likely not notice she was even there...
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