mission: pastry heist {OPEN}

[roxanne]

{ outfit }

It was a quarter past eleven, and Roxanne Weasley was stealthily making her way towards the kitchens. She knew that the school would be on lights-out soon, but that didn't matter all that much to Roxy, who knew her way around most of the passages of the school and could easily jump into a nearby hiding spot if need be. She knew it might be easier to just wait just a few hours until breakfast to satisfy her cravings, but she simply didn't care. Patience be damned; Roxy was bloody hungry.

She scowled at the still-life painting that indicated the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room as she passed by it; those lucky Hufflepuffs probably had no trouble getting their midnight snack fixes, being so close to the kitchens. They probably knew all the house-elves by name. This was completely unfair to Roxy, whose Gryffindor common room was located a considerable distance across the castle from any kind of sustenance. She wasn't sure whose bright idea that was; after all, being brave all the time surely required a lot more energy than just being loyal, or whatever it was Hufflepuffs did. Thinking back to the sorting hat's song in her head, the fifth year finally found the entryway she was looking for and tickled the pear in the fruit bowl painting upon it, which then became a doorknob through which she entered the low-level kitchens.

"Oy, what's the dessert situation 'round here?" she asked the nearest group of house elves, who were eying her with familiarity; this was certainly not the first time the young Weasley had been down this way.

[scottb]

Scott was beginning to see how skipping dinner on a regular basis was turning out to be a tad problematic. It had simply been because it was the best time to sneak up to Owlery and scribble down a reply to his brother while he could concentrate. Scott wasn't one to sulk around in corners in the middle of the day and the Hufflepuff common room was much too loud for him to concentrate. By the time he came to his senses and made his way up to the dormitory, it was filled with his housemates and after five years of never quite touching a book, it felt embarrassing to sift through one for a suitable spell to clean up the kitchen.

Scott wasn't usually one for appearances but after five years as the Hufflepuff screw-up, he felt like it was his duty to reaffirm the misconception that he was the dumbest thing since trolls.

A little insulting, perhaps but it still made him laugh as he leaned back in his chair and surveyed the cheesecake in front of him. He decided that the sound of the house-elves bustling about made for much better company than the sound of his housemates guffawing at the table and he was just entertaining the thought of eating here every night when a female voice rang out somewhere from his right.

Scott glanced around, immediately spotting a shock of red hair among the mass of house-elves. A Weasley. Scott considered her for a second, trying to recall her name. Five seconds into that and he gave up. There were too many Weasleys at Hogwarts for him to remember all of their names, so he leaned back in his chair - waiting to see if the girl would face him so that he could perhaps jog his memory a bit.

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[roxanne]

A small house-elf had approached Roxy not long after she had come in, and kindly introduced her dessert options in the form of that day's leftovers. That was the great thing about not only attending, but also living at the most famous magic school in the world; hordes of hungry adolescents meant there was always plenty of delicious food made to go around. The house-elves could never risk doing a sub-standard job serving the population of Hogwarts; they feared it so much, in fact, that they always made sure to make much, much more food than was necessary, just in case. In short, there were always leftovers, and where there were leftovers, well... there was Roxy.

It might have been a wonder that she managed to not weigh a few dozen stones by now, but thanks to her high activity on the Quidditch team, she was able to keep herself at least a moderately healthy weight, and although she wasn't particularly slender, her few extra curves here and there suited her well enough. At any rate, Roxy might have been one of the few girls her age who didn't really care what she weighed, which was evident from the plateful of piled goodies she now carried in her hands as she looked for a place to settle in.

It was then that she noticed, mouth gloriously full of cauldron cake, that the house-elves were not quite her only company. There was a Hufflepuff boy over at the little set-up of tables, and despite the dim lighting, she definitely recognized him as being in her year; she knew she'd had classes with him before, at least. Realizing her state as she faced him, she breathed a small chuckle out her nose and took a moment to chew and swallow before attempting to speak. Running a few fingers through her loose, messy ponytail, she dropped into the chair across from him.

"And all this time, I thought I was the only one who knew about the midnight buffet," she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Looks like the cat's out of the bag at last. Or the cupcake is, I suppose," she added, gesturing with her own cupcake before taking a lick of icing off the top.