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[color=pink][center][h3]Albus Winterhold[/h3][/center][/color]

It was a cool day, nothing too bad really.  Albus still wasn't the biggest fan of the cold though.  Oh well, he had a sneaking suspicion he should take a little bit to get to the breakfast hall.  He'd probably have to wait a bit anyhow but... His stomach was getting a little grumbly.  He needed a little something at least.  He was amongst the groups of students that were heading to breakfast so he took a look around.  Out of the corner of his eye though, he caught something tempting.  There was a mousy looking girl with a tub of cookies or something.  From a quick glance at her pendant, he was able to peg her as someone from House Machina.  That didn't matter though, as Albus had one real thing on his mind at this point...

[color=pink]"Hey there you cutie."[/color]  The trap said with as kind a smile as he could muster.  The girl was taken aback, though Albus couldn't tell if it was because he called her a cutie or because he slide right alongside her.  [color=pink]"Make some cookies for some friends this morning or something?"[/color]  The girl seemed to want to say something but hesitated.  [color=pink]"Hmm? Cat got your tongue?"[/color]

Finally seeming to find her voice, the girl spoke up.  [b]"No-not quite.  My... Friends... told me to make them some snacks today.  They kinda just didn't give me a chance to turn it down either so..."[/b]  She seemed to want to be quite done with this conversation but Albus wouldn't back down here.

[color=pink]"Huh. They sound like a couple of asses to me so I dunno."[/color]  Albus responded, not quite sure why she'd want to hang around that.  [color=pink]"It can't be healthy to hang around with that sort of thing.  They sound like a couple of spoiled nobles that don't know basic human compassion."[/color]

The girl seemed a bit irked at that, as if she was being told something she obviously already knew. [b]"They're the only people I know... The only people that I can hang around with.  I bet a pretty girl like you doesn't have any trouble making friends."[/b] She grumbled and giving Albus an annoyed look.

Albus could only laugh at that.  [color=pink]"Nyahahaha! I mean. You're sort of right.  I make a lot of friends, but I'm nothing like a pretty girl at all.  Actually, you could say I'm almost the exact opposite."[/color]  He admitted, though stayed cryptic.

[b]"What? No matter how I look at you, you're a pretty girl."[/b]  

Albus gave her a sly little smile, [color=pink]"That's where you're wrong, kiddo.  I'm assuming you're a Tyro, eh?  My name is Albus and I'm president of the Culinary Club.  I'm sort of famous for the wrong thing."[/color]  Albus popped the tub open quickly and snuck a cookie out, not that the girl really gave much of a complaint.  Not for lack of want, but she couldn't find the words.  [color=pink]"Mmm, these cookies are good.  Come join the Culinary Club if you haven't got your three clubs filled out yet. What's your name?"[/color]

Still slightly wary, the girl hesitantly gave her name.  [b]"Bianca."[/b]  She replied.

[color=pink]"Ahh, good, good. A cute name to go with a cute face.  Hair's a bit drab but that can be fixed. Anyhow, I suggest not giving those people those cookies and finding some other group to eat with.  If you want to join our Culinary Club the doors are open.  We meet..."[/color]  Albus gave a brief explanation of the time and place they met before stealing a couple more cookies and running on ahead.

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[color=00FA9A][center][h3]Evangeline Lindall[/h3][/center][/color]

Evangeline wasn't aware of how much force she put into her jumping hug.  A product of her being perpetually sleepy perhaps.  [color=00FA9A]"Not PANNED cakes. Pancakes!  It's a subtle but major difference... Ah!! But, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to knock you over like in one of mom's romance novels!"[/color]  She added something wholly unnecessary.  She stood up and tried to help Nettle to her feet.  As she tried, she noticed Livia apologizing on her behalf.  [color=00FA9A]"I can apologize for myself Livi!"[/color]  The girl complained.  Geez, just because she was a [i]bit[/i] of a runt it didn't mean her and mom had to always treat Eva like a small child... Not that Eva really realized she acted just like one too.

Then she looked to the person that was at their door.  Max was his name and rudeness seemed to be his game!  Well, that was the feeling Eva got from him.  He couldn't be all that bad a person since he decided to join her wonderful Cute and Fluffy club after all!  Since Nettle was on her feet now, Eva hopped to the front door and stood with her legs out wide and her hands on her hips.  [color=00FA9A]"Indeed we are Mr. Maxwell!"[/color]  The girl added, seeming proud to inform him of something and using something that completely wasn't his name because it sounded more official.  

[color=00FA9A]"I've witnessed something amazing the other day and want everyone to keep a vigilante eye out for something... So if you see anyone I won't see let them know to meet up in the club room later!"[/color] Done with that, she gave him a pretty perfect soldier's salute before turning to her sister and Nettle again as she assumed Max and his lonerish personality would just leave.

Now that she had informed Max, hopefully he'd spread the news and she would as well of course.  [color=00FA9A]"I'm ready for food now."[/color]  She seemed excited, though her eyes drooped slightly before she gave a big yawn and she massaged her face.  [color=00FA9A]"Maybe it will wake me up a bit for the first class of the day.  I wish they had that tea mom brewed up that one time.  You know, the one where I was filled with energy?"[/color]

Yes... that was a dreadful day in the Lindall household.  Eva was practically bouncing off the walls and more than a couple of cups were broke.  [i]"Let's never let her drink that concoction ever again, Livia...  Promise me you'll not let me ever do that again."[/i]  Their mother, Katherine was weak to the pleading of her young and adorable daughter, but that day was known as Ragnarok between Livia and her adoptive mother.  The words would ring in Livia's mind.