``BLUE MOON
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The hallways was unusually quiet and almost eerily so as a girl walked away from the throng of crowds making their way to the Great Hall. After a full day of their first lessons of the year, most of the students were mainly thinking of their stomachs and less about anything else. When it came down to it, food always was a winner because who could deny what the house-elves had to offer? Especially when the food were cooked just right and the meals were completely guaranteed to be divine, unlike the girl's own attempts. As one of the last to exit the Common Room, Ivory was also one of the few left behind but she didn't mind. The less anyone saw of her, the less they accused or poked fun at her. Though she loved the house she was place in, it was the people who made up the house that was questionable. There was no denying that their house had some of the more kinder people but every house had their bad seeds and whether or not others wanted to believe it, Hufflepuff had their fair share of bad seeds.
Hugging close to the wall and keeping her steps slow and deliberate, Ivory made sure not to make any meaningful eye contact with anyone around her; and soon enough, she was all alone as the last voices rounded the corner and up the steps. Instead of turning with them though, she walked straight ahead and turned on a different corner to one of the less used corridors. Except it was a lie when she thought it to be less used because she was used that despite the dust, there wasn't a thick layer of it around anywhere but unused nooks and crannies. Humming a small tune, Ivory felt a bounce in her step as she got closer to her main destination and faint, delicious smells wafted pass her nostrils. To anyone else, they would only smell the damp, sour mildew and rust but to her, she could smell food as it was being made and hovered to the ceiling where it disappeared into the Great Hall. Finding herself in front of a still-life of a bowl of fruits, Ivory looked behind and listened around before tickling the pear in the corner. Stepping back, she watched at the portrait whirled like a small vortex before a door appeared.
Pulling on the big loop that was the doorknob, she opened up the door and let herself in. Ivory smiled at how old and outdated the door was as it slid shut behind her. Making sure her robes hadn't gotten caught between the closed door, she shifted her book bag from the left to the right shoulder and glanced around the kitchen. Just looking at the room full of house-elves running around was enough to make her smile widely and bubble with excitement... for today was the day she would finally get to make her chocolate cake- well Aunt Annabella's cake from her new cookbook 'Aunt Annabella's Magicked Desserts Made for the Housewitch'. Since she had gotten the book last week, Ivory had been pouring over the book like it was the Witch Weekly and neglecting her studies. Of course she was lucky that she finished whatever it was that she needed but she was more excited about a cookbook than some school textbook. It wasn't as if getting an education at Hogwarts was actually preparing her for a career in the Ministry or in some Ministry-established institutions; if she had to be honest with herself, her Hogwarts education only provided a way for her to escape Fenrir and see what the world has to offer. Lucky for her, it only took her first year to tell her that the world wanted nothing to do with her.
"Mizzy Ivy! Mizzy Ivy!" Smiling, she had long given up on telling most of the house-elves that her name was 'Ivory' and not 'Ivy' but if there was one thing she learned, they were a headstrong bunch. Walking into the kitchen, she squatted down to meet eye level with the house elf Tippy. Even if the average house elf was no more than two and a half feet tall, Tippy somehow managed to be one of the shorter house elves around Hogwarts. With big floppy ears, a small stub of a nose, and a rather round face, she was a doll. She was one of the first house elves that Ivory met in her first year and probably the one she felt closest to, though she was rather close with the house elves as a whole. "Hullo Tippy, how was your summer?" she inquired as she gave the creature a hug. Easily excitable, the house elf immediate jump up and down as she regaled her wonderful summer and adventures in keeping the castle spotless. As the creature bounced away from her, Ivory got up and followed to an empty counter in the corner and set her book down. Flipping through the pages, Ivory nodded her head while injecting a few questions here and there. "Tippy then says Boo to shoo wa- cooking Mizzy Ivy?"
Looking up from her book, Ivory smiled and nodded her head as excitably as Tippy but missed the note of worry in Tippy's voice entirely. While the house elves were more than happy to help anyone who needed it, they felt the need to steer clear of Ivory when she was in her culinary-mode because making things boil over, burning herself, and cauldron explosions, among other things, were more dangerous to them than to herself. Oh they had, on more than one occasion, tried to teach her to cook but every time she wanted to try something herself, she was determined to make it work- determined to make something without any mishaps. As some of them stopped to see what Ivory gather the necessary supplies, they all shared the same thought: that if she didn't make it this time, she wouldn't try to make anything else for a month. And thank Merlin for that!
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