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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 21, 2011 22:17:51 GMT -5
Remmington absolutely did not want to be eating dinner with Kendall Finch-Fletchery, let alone be making it for him. However, she was willing to sacrifice it for the sake of her Quidditch Pitch and the benefit of the school. Or, something like that. This obviously had nothing to do with any secret tolerance of the boy and was solely in the interest of making sure he didn't do anything else stupid around the school. Arriving quickly to the kitchens, since they were right next to her own commons room, Remy set about gathering what she would need to make dinner for the two of them. It wasn't a commonly known fact, but Remy was a pretty fair cook. Her mother was a big fan of cooking, so it was just something that she had come to pick up. Starting a pot of noodles on, Remmington looked back towards the door, huffing irritably when Kendall still wasn't there. Obviously, he was supposed to be there by now. Not the best start to the night, but Remy was already getting into her less than pleasant mood. She took after her father a lot in that she was kind of a bitch a lot of the time. It wasn't so much that she didn't like people, she was just easily irritated by them and thought of herself as better than the majority of them.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 21, 2011 22:37:08 GMT -5
To be perfectly honest, Kendall was a bit surprised at where his last message with Remy had taken him. Apparently, she was making him dinner tonight, in exchange for a week of no pranks from the joke master himself, and yet the boy wasn’t all entirely bothered by this. He still couldn’t believe that Remy would actually agree to this sort of thing, since she was firm on them not being friends. But over time, Kendall knew he would be able to change that. No one could resist liking him. Walking into the kitchen, a tad late, Kendall saw the girl busy with the task at hand. The aromas of oregano wafted towards him through the air, as Kendall heard a faint growl from his stomach. Man, it sure does smell great in here. He walked over to where the girl, who was giving him obvious looks of disgust. Can I help you with anything? The boy could be a gentleman when he wanted to be, and he realized that making Remy act like a slave certainly wasn’t going to help the whole new found friendship thing.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 22, 2011 7:37:56 GMT -5
When the boy finally walked into the kitchens, Remmington couldn't help but look over at him with her typical displeased expression. It was a force of habit by then, since generally she was upset with him for some vague reason or another. It took quite a bit to resist the urge to tell him off for being late, which probably wouldn't have helped along the whole "let's try and be more friendly" thing. Giving him a slight nod, Remmington held back another scathing comment in response. Clearly, this was not going to be an easy task for the girl to manage. "No, no don't do that," she insisted, definitely not eager to let him touch anything related to the food that she would soon be eating. Pushing lightly at his chest, Remmington shooed him towards one of the tables to sit down and watch from a safe distance where he would be completely unable to screw anything up. "I can handle it," she added, quickly turning on her heel to finish the last of the prep work before she left the food to simmer in the pot. "So, ah....how are you?" she asked, the question coming out as rather awkward, since it wasn't like Remy thought of it as important to ask. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 22, 2011 9:17:14 GMT -5
Kendall put his hands up as a sign of surrender, after Remy pushed him away. Admittedly, he kind of liked her light touch, but he’d never actually say that out loud. The girl didn’t even want to be friends, and so Kendall was going to proceed slowly with the whole relationship. Glancing over his shoulder as he went towards the refrigerator, Kendall gave a small grin at her question. You know, I really can’t complain. He retrieved two glasses from the cupboard next to the refrigerator, and pour them each a glass of pumpkin juice. Giving her the glass and sitting down at his place at the table, Kendall asked the same of Remy. And what about you? How are you these days? Besides being terribly grumpy at the situation you’re in. He chuckled slightly, somewhat interested in her response. She could’ve easily said that she definitely wanted nothing to do with her, and so Kendall was slightly intrigued about why the girl was here. But Remy was a mystery to Kendall, not easily readable, and so he’d just have to find out through the course of dinner.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 22, 2011 9:26:21 GMT -5
As Kendall started to move around, Remy kept watch on him from the corner of her eye, not trusting him enough to let him move about the kitchen unchecked. There was no telling what sort of pranks he had up his sleeve at any moment, so clearly she would have been silly to let her guard down. Taking the glass of pumpkin juice with an appreciative nod, Remy looked it over for a moment to be sure he didn't do anything funny with it before taking a sip. Deciding that it wasn't dangerous, she took another, longer sip and set it back down on the counter she was working at. "I'm fine. Just busy, I guess," she shrugged, not making much of it. Honestly, outside of Quidditch, Remy didn't do a whole lot. There really wasn't much else that she could spend her time with, so she just did what she loved and spent long hours on the pitch. Straining the pasta, Remy then added it to the pot of sauce and meatballs. Stirring it around to make sure it mixed up properly, Remy then set it back to cook for a little bit longer, just to be positive it was perfect. Remy didn't settle for anything less than perfect. Busying herself, Remy wasn't sure what else she could say to the boy, having no idea what topics were safe to talk about.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 22, 2011 21:10:34 GMT -5
After giving her the glass and sitting down, Kendall carefully watched Remy inspect her juice. Don’t worry. I’m not going to try anything funny tonight. I’m just a normal guy eating my favorite meal. Again, he put his hands up as a sign of surrender. Kendall couldn’t actually blame Remy for not trusting him; in the last two weeks alone, he hadn’t given her any reason to think that he could be anything but a prankster. Blue smoke on the second floor, slime on the third, fireworks in the Great Hall, the list could go on forever. Kendall was the jokester, always was always will be, and that’s how people viewed him. So he could understand why Remy would be expecting him to mess up the dinner somehow, whether it’d be with exploding food or something of the sorts. You’re always busy. You should just take the time to breathe every once in a while. He said, in response to how she answered his question. If there was one thing that Kendall didn’t get, it was Remy’s obsession with Quidditch. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t a captain, or the fact that he wasn’t very good at the sport at all, but Kendall didn’t understand why she lived, slept, and breathed the sport. In fact, he decided to question her about it. So tell me more about your love for Quidditch. If he didn’t comprehend her love, the least Kendall could do was inquire more information about her background. Obviously it was something very dear to Remy, so he should be somewhat interested in her likes.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 22, 2011 22:25:19 GMT -5
The fact that Kendall had picked up on her less than subtle distrust of him kind of made her feel a bit bad, but she felt that it was completely warranted. "Right, sorry. Habit," she shrugged, figuring this was an adequate excuse for her behaviour. After all, there were so many times that Kendall had given her plenty of reasons not to trust him. Biting down on her lip at his suggestion that she needed to take a break once in awhile. Just about everyone that she talked to told her that exact same thing, but for whatever reason, Remy just couldn't do it. Perhaps it was a constant desire to make her father proud or something, but she didn't really know why she was as caught up with it as she was. Her father had made it clear that he was proud of her no matter what happened, yet she was just as dedicated as ever. "Ah, well. My father played in school and I started because he played, I guess. Now it's just kind of all I do," she shrugged. Honestly, she couldn't tell you why she had come to love it as much as she did. It was just easier to be friends with Quidditch than with other people.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 23, 2011 8:56:17 GMT -5
Kendall lazily stretched out his arms and legs, folding his hands behind his head. Quite honestly, the boy was comfortable around Remy, which was certainly odd. He barely knew the girl, and yet he had no problem just chilling in the kitchen with her. Oh yeah. I guess that makes sense. He glanced over at her, watching the girl busy herself with the task of dinner. A pang of hunger hit Kendall as his mouth began to drool. Is it almost time to eat? I’m so hungry and it smells sooooo good. When it comes to food, well, Kendall just couldn’t get enough of it.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 23, 2011 10:16:39 GMT -5
Letting the conversation taper out with a slight shrug in response to his comment, Remy began to put the finishing touches on the meal she was making. Adding a few more pinches of spices, she twirled it all together with a satisfied expression on her face. Summoning two plates over with her wand, Remmington placed a fair amount of food on the plate for Kendall, along with a significantly smaller portion on her own. Kendall seemed like he quite liked to eat and she herself had to watch what she ate, especially when it came to meals like this. Placing the two plates on the table where Kendall was sitting, she also summoned over silverware for the two of them. "Well, alright than. Go ahead and eat," she nodded, not sure what else to really say. Conversation had never been her strong suit. Sitting down across from him, she pulled her own plate towards her and slowly began to work on eating it. It was pretty good for a rather quickly made meal, if she could say so herself.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 23, 2011 13:09:41 GMT -5
The hungry boy watched Remy finish cooking the dinner, and smiled as she placed a generous portion on his plate, and it levitated through the air towards him. However, he frowned slightly when she sat down with her own plate, as it was barely enough to feed a normal human. He knew that it probably wasn’t the best to question her, as girls tended to freak out about their weight. Although, he didn’t understand why, as Remy was the perfect size. He took a generous amount of pasta on his fork, and took the first bite, smiling in bliss at the flavors in his mouth. Chewing thoroughly and swallowing, Kendall looked over at the girl. Thank you. So much. Was it possible to base a friendship solely on the cooking skills of someone else, because if so, Remy had just become Kendall’s best friend. Where’d you learn how to cook? This is amazing. He shoveled in another spoonful, followed by a bit of a gigantic meatball. So, what’s new? He was trying to politely start a conversation so Remy wouldn’t have to hear his hungry stomach growling as the food entered. Although, in all honesty, the boy was content with just eating away at his plate.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 23, 2011 13:19:12 GMT -5
It seemed like Kendall was pleased with the meal, which Remy was glad about. More so because she knew that she had done a good job, but that was besides the point. "Yeah, sure. But, it was only because we had a deal," she pointed out, making sure that he knew that this was all that this was about, obviously. Taking another bite, she waited until she had swallowed before responding. "My mum cooks a lot, so I picked up a few things," she shrugged, not seeing it as that big of a deal. Being able to cook just seemed like a skill that people needed to have. To be entirely honest, Remmington couldn't think of anything at all that was new in her life. She studied, she played Quidditch and she slept, but that was about it. "Nothing, pretty much. Just, yanno, Quidditch practice," she admitted. "What about you?" Honestly, she couldn't say that she particularly cared how Kendall had been or if he had done anything exciting recently, but she didn't want to keep talking about herself and an awkward silence would just make it all the more worse.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Nov 25, 2011 20:35:29 GMT -5
Kendall looked up at her, swallowing hard. He sighed for extra emphasis. Oh, whatever will I do with my time? I’ll be so lost without my pranks. He moved his hand up to his eye to wipe away a fake tear, before breaking out in full laughter. I know, I know. No pranks for an entire week. I can totally do this. It would be terribly hard for the prank master, who could make a joke out of just about anything, but he could do it. Kendall more so wanted to prove to Remy that there were other sides to him, besides the annoying one. Oh sweet. My mum really doesn’t do anything too interesting. In reality, his mother had a terminal illness, and spent her days resting in bed, which was something he didn’t all too often bring up. But religiously, once a month, Kendall sent all the money he made from working at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes to St. Mungo’s, in order to help pay for the hospital bill. Oh, that’s cool. And nothing too much. Just working, hanging out. The usual stuff. He smiled at her, taking another bit of his spaghetti.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 25, 2011 22:04:39 GMT -5
Remy rather hoped that Kendall's seemingly difficult acceptance of their deal was all a joke, since she'd be pretty pissed off if she went through with all of that and then simply ended up having Kendall go right back to his usual self. Honestly, she couldn't deal with Kendall being Kendall for a few days. Her lips pursed, Remy simply waited for him to stop laughing before she paid him any mind. "Good. You'd best be able to handle it," she nodded, quite serious when she said this. She wasn't going to hesitate to blow up on the boy if he went back on the deal they had made, that was for sure. Awkwardly twirling her food on her fork, Remy wasn't sure how she was supposed to continue on with the conversation they were having. Learning how to actually have some sort of interest in the lives of other people was something she had to work on. "Oh, well, that's cool. You work at that toy shop, right?" she asked, the complete lack of appreciation quite clear in her voice.
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Post by kendall james finch-fletchery on Dec 15, 2011 23:28:32 GMT -5
Quite satisfied with the meal, Kendall grabbed his glass and plate, and got up from the table. He noticed that Remy was done too, and grabbed her dishes as well, and made his way over to the sink so he could clean up. It was the least he could do, especially after eating such a wonderful meal. He smiled to himself as Remy reiterated his part of the deal. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. He busy himself with the task of scrubbing the dishes. See, you’ve been with me for almost an hour, and you haven’t died yet from a prank. I’d say that’s a pretty successful night, Tymrak. He grinned at her, the smile turning even bigger at her reference to the Weasley’s joke store. It is not a toy shop, Remmington. It is a joke shop. Where you buy things to pull pranks. Completely different. Not really, but in his mind, saying toy shop meant it was childish. And the Weasley Wizard Wheezes was no place for children.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Dec 16, 2011 11:41:06 GMT -5
To be honest, Remmington was rather surprised that Kendall even knew that dishes had to be washed and that he was able to do it himself. She probably would have just handed them off to the house elves if she were the one taking care of that sort of thing. Cleaning had never really been her forte. She could cook, but cleaning was much too difficult for her. "Well, it's certainly better than I was expecting, so I suppose we could consider it something of a success," she admitted with a light shrug. She wasn't sure that she would say she was enjoying herself, exactly, but it wasn't as bad as she was assuming. Pursing her lips as his clarification, she definitely didn't see the difference at all. "Right, sure. A joke shop is oh so different," she commented, dryly. That was one thing she would never find the appeal of, that was for sure. It was much too childish for people their age to be bothering with it.
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