Robben M. Eldred
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Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Male
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
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Post by Robben M. Eldred on Jan 28, 2017 11:31:02 GMT -5
 ¤ @margot ¤ OCTOBER 10TH
Pie was an absolutely and amazing thing. Even more amazing when the pie was free. Ish. Robben had an agreement with Ansel, or so he had thought. Ansel was a baker of goods while Robben prided himself on his culinary skills when it came to actual cooking. In trade for a pie, or cake, or... Any other confectionery treat, Robben would offer a meal, either for Ansel, or in a date like setting for him and his rather sour girlfriend, who Robben really thinks is a bitch, but he likes Ansel well enough to deal with her.
What was this? Pumpkin pie of course. But it wasn't your usual pumpkin pie. There happened to be a little bit of eggnog mixed into it. The eater could definitely tell that it was there, but it was subtle enough to not over power. What actually made the pie that much more amazing was the thin layer of chocolate pudding across the top. Chompkin pie. Chocolate Pumpkin. Add in just a small amount of whipped cream and the pie was near perfection.
Robben's next class was muggle studies and he hadn't realized just how early he was going to be. Having been lost in this amazing pie, and eating it directly out of the tin he walked into the empty classroom and sat down. Just... This pie man!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 22:43:26 GMT -5
sneak attack Well classes were going swimmingly.
Like she thought, the no-maj born kids had no problems being in her classroom. They had been born and raised around the things Margot was teaching about, and the kids who hadn’t were struggling. She maliciously enjoyed watching a student try a simple charm they were used to doing without thinking not work and the momentary pause where they’ve forgotten that Margot created a null zone in her classroom. Not even she could use her magic in here, though she was rarely keen to. It was the Purebloods that were raging the most. Margot loved it, though she kept it to herself. She soaked up their rage like it was their lifeblood and cackled maniacally when they weren’t looking.
It was just one of those moments that happened a solid minute before Robben walked in that had Margot snickering at her desk like a eight year old that had successfully stolen cookies from the jar. She had her back to the door, her hands over her mouth and eyes watering with joyous tears, when the sound of the door opening had her twirling around in her chair like Dr. Evil awaiting the next complaining Ophiuchus student threatening to tell their fancy pantsy Wizard dad that she was favoring the no-maj, or, excuse her, muggle students.
What she saw instead was one of her students walking in an hour early or so with a pie tin, shoveling the goods in his face, and not paying a lick of attention.
At first Margot wasn’t sure what she should do. Clear her throat? Ask him what he was doing here? Remind him that class wasn’t for another hour? Steal his pie?
… Steal the pie.
Opening her desk drawer as quietly as humanly possible, Margot snatched a spoon from one of her earlier lessons and snuck around her desk to approach Robben’s desk. He was so captivated by the pie he didn’t see her coming. Not until a rogue spoon snatched a bite that was far too big for her puny mouth but she shoved it into her cheeks anyway. The moment it hit her tongue she moaned and then fell to her knees in front of his desk; eyes wide as she mashed the pie in her mouth (because lets be honest, how can you really chew something as decadent as pie?) and went for another bite.
”Did you make this?!” She asked once her mouth was clear enough to speak; knowing that Robben dabbled in the kitchen.
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Robben M. Eldred
Vulpecula House
Posts: 3
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Male
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
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Post by Robben M. Eldred on Feb 5, 2017 1:47:56 GMT -5
¤ @margot ¤ OCTOBER 10TH He wasn't fast enough. Margot had already slipped her fork into the fresh innards and removed it. Robben watched as the woman melted before him and blinked, just... wtching her. Until she all but yelled at him. His eyes went wide and then he just laughed kicking his legs out slightly.
"ME?! Make a pie? No, hell no. Not at all. Really I am so terrible at making baked goods. But! A steak, oooo I can make a really good slab of meat! You know?" Robben was never good at baking, no. While he considered himself a master of the kitchen he wasn't skilled in the art of pastries. That was what he had Ansel for.
"Also, if you wanted some you could have just asked." Leaning forward over the desk he looked down at perhaps his favorite teacher. "Half the time I think you don't because it's hilarious, but either way. Get your ass up here and share this with me. I can't eat the whole thing myself... well. Stop, rewind that. I could eat this whole thing myself, but I don't really want to."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 21:46:36 GMT -5
like a house of cards Margot grinned up from the floor and shrugged; reaching up and dipping her spoon blindly into the tin above as she remained sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the floor in front of Robben’s desk.
”Ooh, noted. I might have to bribe you with extra credit for some good ol’ fashioned wings.” Margot grinned up at him, but not without a look of pure, innocent mind you, ecstacy at the thought of delicious, saucy, crunchy and juicy chicken wings. Goddamnit. She needed to make a quick trip to the states and get herself a pound of wings and a pitcher of beer and just sit in a corner and enjoy herself like god fucking intended.
Shaking her head, she reached her spoon up blindly for a second bite of pie when Robben accurately pointed out that she probably did the things she did the way she did them just to fuck with people. As her spoon struck gold, she winked at him and brought a bite down and stuffed it in her mouth; smirking up at him around the far-too-big bite as she spoke with her mouth full.
On purpose.
”I do it for the reactions.”
Shifting her weight, she moved up on her knees and folded one arm across his desk as she dug into the pie with him. Just a prof and one of her faves sharing a fan-fucking-tastic pie an hour before her class.
”So, what lesson do you think would piss the pureblood shits off best next? I’m stuck between starting a fire, doing laundry, or… oooh… you just inspired me.”
She looked up at him with bright eyes practically shining with malicious glee.
”Cooking their own meals and then cleaning up their messes. Without. Magic.”
Margot practically fell over cackling.
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