[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Dinner - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hider=Tonight’s Menu][list][*]Main: Meat Wellington 
[*]Sides: [list][*]Frisée salad with poached egg 
[*]Creamy mushroom risotto 
[*]Roasted asparagus [/list]
[*]Dessert: Vanilla panna cotta [/list][/hider]
[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019cf3c2-833d-73ad-956c-b3bc09e290d5.webp]Serena Grimsbane’s[/url] eyes widened slightly, as the Conjuration witch realized she hadn’t been nearly as quiet as she’d thought. Both she and her “friend,” an abjuration wizard named [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019cf3d8-7507-70c8-8f5b-940fb91d2903.webp]Betty Hyong[/url], had been attending Strange Academy since they were young teens, stumbling through their first spells. In a year or so, Serena and Betty would be ready for the Coven system - but for now, they studied in the Wandering Hall, having mastered the basics but not quite yet reached the advanced level needed for a coven. 

“Oh, um, hi Cal!” Serena’s face was bright red. 

Betty regarded the dragon with a flat, resting expression. She threw up her right hand in a two finger salute. 

“And Connie!” Her blush only deepened, and she flinched, as Betty kicked at her under the table. 

“Well, um, I heard from… I heard from…” Serena trailed off, confusion flickering across her face. “I… Sorry, I’m blanking on the name. Must be exam stress. Um. But the head is supposed to be in the dungeons still, I don’t think it’s been handled by the professors yet if you want to go and take a look - they said it was… it was… Huh. I [i]know[/i] they told me where to find it but it’s… it’s gone. I’m sorry. It was somewhere weird and hard to find but I don’t…” She threw up her hands slightly in frustration. 

Betty raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a little young for dementia?” 

Serena paled. “You think it could be dementia?”

“Probably,” Betty shrugged, before taking a bite of the wellington. “Hm. Beef tastes off.”

Dysphoria let their tendrils trace small, lazy patterns against Finley's skin as the ushered up hot chocolate. The excitement that buzzed through them at the prospect of hot chocolate dulled a moment however as their tongue flickered into the air. Curiosity took its place and Dysphoria flicked their tongue out again and again to try and identify it. [color=F739D7] “The scent in the kitchens is unusual. I have not tasted this one before.”[/color] Dysphoria picked up the wellington, tearing the pastry away and picking out a bit of the meat, tossing it into their mouth and chewing thoroughly. 

[color=F739D7]“Hm. Lean, old, very active. Humans normally like plump, fatty goodness. I do not know what this is.”[/color] Dysphoria instead picked up the hot chocolate and sipped eagerly at it, a marshmallow getting stuck on the tip of their tooth as they held the goblet up to Finley for them to drink. [color=F739D7] “The chocolate though. You will love this, Darling.”[/color]