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Hattie had been overwhelmed with the amazingness that was this school... everything about magic was cool! Her first week of classes were in the bag and year, they were classes so they weren't as fun but she still enjoyed them. Magic was cool! Posters appeared in the common room advertising the different clubs and some of the activities stood out to her. One of the ones she was most excited for was Culinary Club. It advertised free food! Hattie, despite her country of origin, did not know very much about Asian food, other than what they got from takeaway. Nor did she know that much about cooking. But Hattie was very food motivated and she could eat up a storm. After much consideration, she decided to make a dish to bring with her and asked around about how to get into the kitchen. Some older student, probably figuring she wanted a snack, showed her into the regular kitchens. Hattie had a momentary freakout about the House Elves, and probably accidentally scared a few of them. After she recombobulated herself, Hattie set to work preparing her favorite dish from the takeaway place... orange chicken. She didn't work from a recipe, since it wasn't too hard to make orange chicken, right? Orange was in the name, so naturally that meant oranges were used in the recipe. And chicken too, right? Not hard at all.

Hattie had her dish completed, although it didn't smell much like when they made it at the takeaway place. Oh well, she was sure it still tasted good! "Och, ma heid's mince" she exclaimed when she couldn't remember where the blasted club met up. Stuffing her hand into the pocket of her overalls, she fished out the note she'd written up on where it was. "Oh, braw bits, that’s richt. Okay, just gotta be canny." Alright, she started up from the kitchen, trying her best to be careful as she navigated up the many steps to where the club was supposed to be meeting. Why did the school have to have so many steps? Hattie knew she was a little clumsy, and stairs just made everything worse for her. But she successfully navigated up the stairs without falling. That was a personal victory for her! Nudging open the door with her hip, she started into the room. "Och, he-" she started, but her shift in focus made her concentration break and she tripped over her own foot. First the food bowl fell, then Hattie directly into the food bowl, splashing orange-ish sauce all over herself, the floor, and anyone unlucky enough to be near her. Quickly, she bounced up and exclaimed, "Ah'm awright!"

Almost as soon as she'd fallen, it seemed like a bunch of people were surrounding her and asking if she was okay. Oh boy, they were going to get tired of asking that! She gave a thumbs up to the very tall student who asked if she was alright, then went to accept the hand towel from the other boy. Then the tall boy tapped her with his wand and she was magically cleaned. "Wow, that wis a belter!" she exclaimed, still amazed by what magic could do. This would totally make her mum happy, her being able to just tap things with her wand and make them clean. Then mum could stop complaining about her tracking mud all over the house! Hattie could wear her wellies wherever she wanted! The other boy asked if they could save some of her food and Hattie found a drop of the sauce on herself, stuck her finger in it, put it in her mouth, then made a disgusted face. Apparently she did not know how to cook orange chicken... "Ech! It's a right heap o' pish, an' ah need tae rinse the taste fae ma gob." She got up from the floor and went to get herself a drink of something not... whatever the terrible thing she created was.

After being begged (and pleaded, complained at, and just pestered in general) all summer, Csuri decided that she'd relent and go to one club meeting of Alice's Culinary Club. Seeing on the board that the theme was North American cuisine, she'd decided to make one of her favorite meals. In the student kitchen, she'd prepared everything needed for her enchiladas the night before, then had utilized the kitchen ahead of time to complete the dishes. Normally, she'd just leave them there for Alice to display, but this time she'd be going along with the food.

With a sigh, she walked into the kitchen, then set out the two pans. "Fair warning to you, since you can't eat anything mildly spicy without exploding, one tray is made minimally spicy. The other tray is the opposite." She'd even bought special peppers for both dishes. Her messy handwriting filled out the ingredient cards, and she even made sure the spicy one was well noted, so as to prevent disaster. She was still debating on leaving, but Alice's big hopeful eyes kept her rooted. Instead, she filled out the sign-in form before stepping back to lean against a wall with her arms crossed.



Name: Csuri Narain
Year: Seventh
Favorite Food: Curry
Allergies: None food related

Sixth year was already proving to be busy, but Seb wasn't about to disappoint any of his friends! He knew Alice's plans for Culinary Club and had found a recipe with Mama's help over the summer, which he'd practiced until it was memorized. No way was he going to try a recipe on the fly. He'd gone in early to prepare things with Alice, but had to hurry out to stop by the news room for his camera (seriously, would there ever be a meeting he didn't forget something?) After collecting his camera and saying a quick hello to Eddie in the News Room, he hurried back toward the kitchen.

"Hey Liss, I'm ba-oh! Other people made it before I did!" He was a little surprised to see Csuri there, but he could also feel the air of excitement around Ella. While she set her stuff out, he pulled his maple cranberry syrup off the hob. His ears perked up when Ella said she'd done it. Seb quickly grabbed his camera, getting a picture of Ella holding up one of the fancy pudding cups. Her excitement was contagious, so hopefully his pictures turned out! If so, Ella could maybe send one to her sister, since Linsey was always delighted by club pictures. "They look super good, Ells!"

After his camera was sat back down, Seb pulled out the chicken from the oven and checked it (and had Alice double check the numbers, since it definitely wasn't cooked to 47° (unless it needed way more time). She confirmed it was good, so he transferred it to a chopping board and cut it, before drizzling the slices in a cranberry maple sauce. Once they looked nice, he went to the fridge and grabbed out a container of chocolate-dipped cheesecake squares he'd made yesterday. With hope, everything would turn out well!