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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 8:10 pm

Sometimes, Magdalene's nose was the death of her. Other times, it was her savior.

The dryad had a hard time deciding what it was right now. All that she knew was that she was hungry. Her stomach growled in agreement. And the smells that were wafting from the kitchen didn't help matters any.

The freshling patted her currently empty stomach. If Andre were here, she would have hit him up to get some lunch. As it stood, he wasn't here. Where...was he? Her forehead wrinkled as she thought back. Oh right. Class. Guess they couldn't be two peas in a pod all the time. A sigh came from her lips. She missed that bee more than a salmon missin' the ocean.

Momma always said that food was comfortin'. Mags was thinkin' that she might be right.

The dryad stretched out her creaky limbs and got up from the table. The weather wasn't nearly as bad as it was in the winter but the cool room still made her bones stiffen with each movement.

Homework could wait. Right now she was inclined to some good ol' pumpkin.

"My, it smells real delightful in here." she drawled, curtsying to the caretakers in the vicinity. "What's cookin?" her eyes laid upon the geist freshling in the room. Interestin'. She gave him a good ol' fashioned grin. "I'm Mags. Pleasure to meet ya."

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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 9:14 pm

When Henry had first come to the Academy he had often times requested to help in the kitchen. Being the cautious caretakers that they were this was completely out of the question. However, it wasn't until Henry got assigned a personal caretaker due to his bullying that the woman had taken it upon herself to try baking with the young Geist. Much to her surprise he was very talented and seemed to do wonderfully with measuring and mixing. It was almost as if he were some sort of protege, but even experts in a professional's field sometimes had accidents. That's when Ms. Maggie would step in and assist but for now she sat off on a counter nearby, keeping a distant watch as Henry knelt in front of the oven, peering in to watch as his cupcakes rose up slowly. Oh how he loved watching things bake, even though it took quite a while sometimes.

As the young little Dryad came into the kitchen Ms. Maggie smiled at the darling little Freshling and pointed over to Henry. She knew it was her job to protect the kid from bullies but she wasn't going to shelter him from those who seemed tame. It would do Henry some good to make a few friends, even despite his fear of them thinking he wasn't good at magic.

Henry sharply turned to look over his shoulder at the strange girl. He wanted to speak up and say hello but part of him remembered the time he had tried that before- and the time before that. Each and every attempt was met with silence and a few stares before the other Freshlings wandered away from the boy who knew nothing about magic. The odd boy.

Then she spoke to him! He glanced back at the oven, knowing very well she wasn't talking to the baked goods. It must have been him she was talking to! He quickly turned to stand, hands folded in front of him self consciously but he gave a warm smile none the less. "H-hello!" He chirped up and cautiously began to approach the girl. Henry couldn't help but want to be social and cheery. It was his nature to be bubbly. "I'm Henry... I'm makin' some cupcakes. Pumpkin Spice cupcakes," he clarified quickly before shuffling closer. "I just put them in the oven. Come look!" he turned back around and slid on his knees a bit as he ran up to the oven and tapped on the glass. "They're starting to rise up."

Henry couldn't believe it. Could this possibly be a friend?

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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 3:52 pm

"Pleasure to meet ya, Henry." She gave a him a fond smirk, reminded of her own little friend at home. They both had similar nerves. It was quite cute. "No need to be nervous, I don't bite much," she placed a hand on her hip and chuckled. "The only thing I take a nibble out of is food." She had tried biting Andren before when she was shook up more than a barn in a tornado. The salty taste of his skin didn't taste all that right. Nor did the soap that went into her mouth afterward. Mags had learned her lesson.

"Pumpkin spice cupcakes?" She creaked her way over towards the oven and leaned over to get a good look--and whiff--of what was brewing. And wasn't disappointed. The dryad hummed low, rubbing her own stomach. "My oh my, that does smell good." Thinking about having one in her mouth made her mouth water, her stomach twisting at the lack of food within. Greatness couldn't be rushed. At least, that's what she liked ti believe. "What makes it so spicy?" Mags looked over towards Henry, slightly perplexed. She had had pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, straight up pumpkin, but never before had she had the pleasure of having pumpkin spice before. It smelled offly good though. Mags wasn't one to judge when it came to food.

"I wouldn't mind taking a nibble out of one as a taste test." she offered with another lopsided smile. Was that rude to ask? Probably. But Mags was terribly hungry. This kid seemed eager enough. He couldn't possibly eat all of those on his own.

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