❥ prompt post :

[wiseeagle]

Because I am addicted to image prompts and they can lead to random shenanigans without the difficulty of making new posts!

❥ post image, quote, what have you
❥ make up scenario
❥ ????
❥ profit

Comments

[cunningserpent]

And set that kind of example for the students? _{( He breathes out through his nose in a huff. )}

I'll break when I've accomplished all I need to, and not before.

_{( But he does take a bit of his pastry. It is quite delicious. )}

[loyalbadger]

Even students need to have fun once in a while, Salazar. [ Back to grinning at him. ]

Then you've finished whatever it is you've been working on for the past week?

[ Genuinely curious, because that's how Helga rolls. She likes seeing everyone around her get excited about the things they're doing - be it a new book or another victory in a dual. Or even a new potion that someone's cooked up. ]

[cunningserpent]

_{( He shakes his head. A potion master's work is never done. )}

It needs a day to... sit. But I can't do any more with it at the moment.

_{( Which means he has free time. Which is a gross concept. )}

[loyalbadger]

I'm sure you'll find something else with which to occupy yourself in the mean time.

[ So helpful and so encouraging! She's going to pile on a bit more food onto his plate while he does that, since he's probably going to vanish down to the dungeons again. Best to feed him while she can. ]

[cunningserpent]

Undoubtedly.

_{( Because he doesn't waste time. But now he is grabbed the plate, and leaning back against one of the counter-tops. )}

And what exactly has been going on here, interruptions from our colleagues aside?

[loyalbadger]

Nothing nearly as exciting - I've been trying to come up with some new recipes for the fall.

[ A wave of her wand, and a small chocolate cake shaped like a cauldron appears in one hand - filled with warm chocolate syrup and a solid chocolate handle. ]

Here, try it.

[cunningserpent]

_{( He wants to say that is exciting, but admitting you're into things is against the hipster-douche code. But he reaches for it nonetheless. )}

Well, if you insist.

_{( That seems to be something he says a lot. But he bites in and lets the warmth of it kind of fold out over his tongue, closing his eyes to savor it. But that lasts only a moment, and then he swallows, and coughs. )}

That's... quite good, I suppose.

[loyalbadger]

[ Helga beams, and if she were someone like Godric would be swelling with pride. Instead she just radiates good feelings and happiness, which isn't really all that different from normal. ]

I'm thinking of serving them during All Hallow's Night. [ or whatever the historically appropriate word is. and if there isn't one, someone can bite me. ] Something out of the ordinary to celebrate.

[cunningserpent]

Well, there's the treat. Where's the trick, then?

_{( I'm going to be anachronistic and if you don't like it, fight me. Anyway, Salazar has a sly smile playing on his lips. Clearly, he has an idea. )}

[loyalbadger]

[ I would never. ]

I hadn't given that much thought at all.

[ A frown - and she twists her hands in her apron. Does it need one?! IS HER COOKING LACKING BECAUSE OF IT?!?! ]

[cunningserpent]

Would you trust me to take care of it?

_{( So he can prank Godric shhhhh. )}

[loyalbadger]

[ See Helga. See Helga think so highly of her friends that she wouldn't dare consider Salazar doing anything damaging with a cake. ]

I don't see the harm in it, so long as it's still edible when you're through.

[cunningserpent]

Any additions will be colorless, odorless, and tasteless. I promise.

[loyalbadger]

Then by all means.

[ A trusting grin. Don't ruin this, Salazar. Don't make her smile turn into a frown. ]

[cunningserpent]

You're too kind. _{( He means that in the gentlemanly way, but he's also feeling just a tad guilty. Why must that grin be so trusting? )}

[loyalbadger]

[ Because it's Helga, and trusting people is what she does best. ]

It's nothing, honestly. After all - you'll be helping me improve.

[cunningserpent]

It's the least I can do.

_{( He shifts, about to make his getaway. After all, isn't this perfect? He can turn Godric into a mute lion's cub on Halloween, now, or something equally embarrassing and non-threatening. )}

You must be busy, Helga. I shouldn't take any more of your time.

[loyalbadger]

Salazar, you're always welcome here. You spend so much time in the dungeons it's a pleasure to see you around.

[ A wave of her wand, and a very comfortable squishy armchair appears next to the roaring fire, and she beams even wider at him. ]

I don't mind at all, please - sit.

[cunningserpent]

Well, my work... _{( He mutters, conjures his hourglass with a wave of his wand. It's still keeping the time on his latest concoction; half an hour left. With such evidence, the only choice is to sit down. Helga makes far more comfortable chairs than he does; all his end up backless three-legged stools. )}

[loyalbadger]

If you must go, I won't keep you.

[ Look at her face, Sally. Do you really want to leave her alone in the midst of all this delicious food? Especially now that she knows you half a half an hour in which you have nothing to do? ]

[cunningserpent]

_{( The hourglass hovers, obnoxiously. Salazar dismisses it with a wave of his hand. )}

It'll keep. For now.