Humming quietly to herself, the blonde girl walked through the long stone hallway toward the school’s kitchen. She’d dropped off her satchel and such at the foot of her bed before hurrying along for her meet up. An aromatic rush met her and she went beyond the fruit bowl door and greeted the house elves as they worked away. Lunch time was still a ways off, but the prep for the meal meant that the stoves and ovens glowed with heat almost constantly, warming the room and contrasting with the chilly halls of the castle. Natural light came flooding in through the small windows that were located about three quarters up the wall and spaced out evenly along either end of the room.
Clarisse was a regular here, and though her oddly chilling presence had taken the house elves a bit of getting used to she was welcomed warmly. The girl didn’t waste too much time getting to work, kneeling as she began pulling pots and pans from the cupboard below the countertop. She stood quickly, with something of a hop before heading to the baking pantry, taking a moment to survey the materials present. She frowned slightly. It seemed like she was running a little low on some ingredients, and the end of the month wasn’t even close. The beginning of the school year was always the driest when it came to supplies, but as always she would make due. Regardless, she’d already made a promise that she had no intention of going back on.
She did a bit of math in her head quickly, and found that with a conservative estimate using what they had, she could make at least one batch today, and four others over the remaining couple weeks before they could restock. The reason she couldn’t request them preemptively was that the school had a monthly budget for food that was subsidised by the Ministry. In fact, many of its activities and the equipment needed for said activities were courtesy of the Ministry at least partially, and as a rule with most businesses, the government included, if a budget went unused it was cut because it was deemed clearly unnecessary.
Now, as far as the school was concerned losing money was the least favorable option, and having a little extra was better than having too little when they needed the funds. Thus at the end of the month, if the budget hadn’t been met, as it often wasn’t, the money was used to buy various ‘frivolous’ ingredients as it was once put. The only reason Clarisse was given access to them was because she made the cookies herself, rather than subjecting their paid house elves to do so, and shared them with the student body without bias. The arrangement had been in place for years now, and thus far no one had any qualms with it.
The blonde turned toward her little baking counter, and peered around the side, plucking her apron up from the hook and tied it around her back before heading back to the pantry. The girl bent down, hugging the large bag of flour to her chest and lifting it with her knees. She waddled over to the counter and set the bag down and despite being rather careful in putting it down a plume of the fine dust rushed up to coat her. She chuckled to herself as she brushed herself off, noting that she would clean herself up when the pair of them were all done. She made a couple more trips to collect sugar and other basic ingredients before turning her attention to the three baking volumes that sat at the back of the counter.
She paused for a moment, realizing she couldn’t progress all that much farther, seeing as her partner in crime wasn’t here yet, and she’d figured they could choose the recipe together, or rather she would go for whatever he wanted. The blonde paused a moment, before trying to busy herself however she could while she waited. Quinn would be along any minute, she was sure of it. After all, he didn’t seem like the type to leave people waiting.