Clarisse wiped what remained of her baking mess off of the counter and into the trash bin. The dishes she’d used had already been cleaned and put away while the cookies had been both baking, as well as cooling. All three sets of the baked goods sat in cookie tins stacked atop one another. Three kinds, three tins and thirty in each tin did promise for a filling day. She’d gone and outdone herself, but it was the first practice of the year of the year after all. She wanted to start the year off on a good note, and cookies were the best note possible to start off with. Naturally she expected leftovers, but her peers could be surprisingly ravenous at times… She finished tidying up the counter despite the protests that had come from the kitchen House Elves, the lot of them insisted that it was their job and be that as it may, she just didn’t like leaving her mess for anyone else to clean up, job or not.
The blonde girl glanced up at the time as she removed her baking apron, “Oh geez, look at the time.” There was a sudden note of urgency as she hung the apron up on one of the wall hooks and washed her hands. The girl hurried over to her bag and knelt down to double check that she had her belongings. The instrument itself was here in a protective carrying case, a cleaning kit, as well as a great deal of sheet music, both of her own choice, as well as songs that their instructor recommended they practice over the summer. Confirming everything she needed was present she slipped the strap over her head, leaving the satchel hanging down across her chest. Clearly rushed, she stood and in one quick motion she pulled her hair free from the hair tie. The puff took the tins from their resting place on the counter and into her arms as she hurried for the door.
“Thank you again” Clarisse called the House Elves as she moved, “Have a wonderful rest of the day.” She gained a few small smiles and waves as she hurried for the door. Another house elf stood there to close the door behind her, seeing as it was becoming increasingly obvious she needed her hands. “I’ll be looking forward to supper” She said cheerily as she passed him. “Just be sure not to spoil your appetite” He said chuckling as he closed the ‘doortrait’ behind her. Clarisse began to head over to the staircase, the first of many she’d have to climb. There was still some twenty-five minutes or so until practice started, but it would take a bit of time to get from the basement to the fifth floor. Even still she preferred to be relatively early at least, after all punctuality was always appreciated and she just hated leaving others waiting. Clarisse hurried on her way, humming happily as she went.
There’s a flute case in her hands and a jump in her step, a song playing in the back of her mind as she steps through the halls with one destination in mind. It’s the first time coming back to the music room this new school year, and Song’s desire to play with her orchestra members again is so great it feels like a physical itch. Or perhaps, a tug, like she’s an aimless piece of metal and the music of the orchestra is calling to her like a magnet. They haven’t even played anything yet, but the knowledge that they will once again makes her lips curl up with excitement, lithe fingers twitching to hold her flute as she hurries her step.
Song’s so distracted by the excitement in her welling like a wave that she doesn’t pay too much attention to where she’s going, and she almost bumps into someone because of it. Almost, being the key word here, because Song catches a flash of blonde hair like gold in the periphery of her vision when she turns the corner, turning on the brakes to her feet as she stutters to a standstill and takes care not to bump into-
Narrowly avoiding the other girl while in her rush up the stairs the one who had come rushing up from the basement dwelling chimed in with an apologetic tone, “Oh, Sorry I--” Song takes in the blonde hair that tousles past the girl’s shoulders, a heart shaped face the epitome of kind, and the pleased smile on her face shifts into something even brighter. “Clarisse!” Song chirps happily, amber eyes alight with delight as she greets a Hufflepuff friend. “I was wondering why it seemed like Lumos was cast for a bit- Your face always does light up my day.”
The blonde girl flushed and smiled softly at the compliment and at the girl who had given it. She was still never used to being on the receiving end of such things, but the transfer student really did know how to make her feel special, “Song! It's great to see you!”
“How has your summer been, Clarisse? Any new confections?” The other girl grinned in response, “Always something new and delicious. Gotta keep people on their toes.” The blonde said with a slightly teasing edge to her tone. She glimpsed her over noticing the carrying case in hand, “Off to orchestra practice? I'm headed there now, want to join me?” Clarisse inquired before gesturing toward her three tins with her head, “I've got cookies~” The blonde said in a sing song voice and a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.
At the mention of cookies, Song claps her hands in excitement, the action clumsy because of the flute case in her hands but still attempted anyways. “Merlin yes, I really missed your treats!”
Walking through the hallways with Song by her side was pleasant. Not that it would have really been unpleasant or unbearable to come alone, but somehow having someone in your company made everything that much more enjoyable. It was nice to simply be with someone, not needing to do anything, not even needing to speak... As they walked, the pair of them snacked on a couple of the cookies she had in her midst and exchanged chatter. They inquired about each other's summer vacations in slightly further detail...
Over the summer she’d done a great deal, but Clarisse as always had to refrain from telling the whole truth. As far as Orchestra went, the girl had been practicing a great deal in her spare time, focusing heavily on transitioning between notes faster in order to match the tempo of whatever piece she was told to play. She’d been told there had been a notable improvement, and she hoped it would be something that would be apparent to their music instructor.
As for Song, her summer was one where she returned to her mother (because she knows she needs to come back sometime). Because of that, what she could do was a lot more limited, but her flute playing is something her mother approves. It was one good thing about her summer, because not playing over those months would have only left her rusty if she hadn’t picked up her wind instrument to play a tune. Instead, Song dedicated herself to the art of her instrument while she kept her magic off to the side, wand hidden away where her mother couldn’t see.
As the pair approached the Orchestra room the doors hung ajar, and from within the classroom a set of voices could be heard. Even as she drew closer Clarisse didn’t pick up all that much of what they were saying, and she wasn’t trying to. There was a brief silence that hung in the air until a male voice cut in, "I wonder where everyone else is?"
She peeked around the corner only to see a pair of Slytherins sitting on the piano bench who seemed to be sharing a moment before stepping out, “Was that good timing, or did you just smell us coming?” The blonde teased, stepping into the classroom with the cookie tins in hand. She placed the three on a nearby table, “We’ve got pumpkin spice with marshmallow, peanut butter with chocolate chunk, as well as the chocolate dipped mint cookies” She said pointing at each tin relative to their contents. Clarisse opened up the mint tin and pushed it slightly forward with a wry smile in Glesni’s direction before taking one of the cookies for herself, “Dig in guys. But try to make sure you leave some for everyone else.” It was obvious there was no serious worry in her tone, just a slightly playful tinge to accompany her typical cheeriness.
As the Clarisse sets the tins down, Song smiles warmly at Dmitry and Glesni, waving to them as she stepping into the classroom right behind Clarisse. The Chinese girl pauses for a bit though, blinking as she studied the two Slytherins before a thoughtful expression crosses her face. “You know, I didn’t think you two could get more attractive than you already were, but you guys did it?” Because look at them, they’re both beautiful- It was fact before, and maybe time and distance makes the heart grow fonder, because now they’re more attractive than she remembers last. She casts a glance over at Clarisse as well, who is actually cuteness incarnate, before she just accepts that Hogwarts is full of attractive people and she’s weak to all their splendid faces.