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September 8, 1888 - Hogwarts , Lower Levels

Sybille almost couldn’t believe that she was at Hogwarts, after thinking about it so long she almost felt as if she were dreaming. Not only was she at Hogwarts but she had been sorted into Hufflepuff just like mother had been! To make that even better was the fact that Fleur had been too. Together they were unstoppable. Yes, it was a little weird not to be at home in her own room, to instead have roommates. But Tansy and Fleur were the very best roommates one could ask for.


A week at school and what Sybille really missed, however, was baking. Fleur had made it her mission to befriend everyone in hopes that they could help with the girls’ situation and Sybille certainly was going to do her part too. It was the Saturday after their first week of classes and she was going to find and befriend a house elf. But to do that she had to find the kitchens because that was where her siblings had told her they would be. She had brought along her last tin of cookies, both she and Fleur had decided that bringing cookies would help their cause and as such had had Fleur’s mother place charms to keep them from going stale for longer, in hopes that if she did manage to find a house elf they might enjoy her cookies and let her bake in the kitchens.

Someone had mentioned that the kitchens were in the corridors somewhere near the Hufflepuff common room, but beyond that Sybille was going blind. She wandered down hallway after hallway but with no luck. She had just turned another person when she ran right into them. Her tin of cookies flying open and raining treats down on them. They were the last of her cookies and Sybille almost felt she would cry!


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Jemima had been making her way back to the common room, and making the most of her Saturday by not doing any homework at all. Her thoughts had gotten away with her, somewhat, because the next thing she knew, one of the youngest members of her house ploughed right into her!  

She only had a split-second to register the shock of red locks (ginger was so ungainly a colour for any girl, the poor dear), when a mass of objects started raining down, tossed up by the girl's tin. Jemima supposed, had she not been so startled, she would have put together what they were, but as it was - she let out a squeal of fear and leapt backwards from where the things were pelting her, flicking one off her shoulder as though it were a giant bug!

Well, they might well have been giant bugs, for all she knew! First years were always an unfathomable bunch. Heaving an obvious sigh and feeling tremendously stupid when she realised that they were only cookies now littering the stone floor around them, Jemima peered quickly at the girl, pursing her lips in the hope she would not be laughed at. "Oh - oh dear," she breathed instead, at the poor girl's expression.



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Between the cookies raining down on them Sybille could make out one of the older girls that she thought she had seen in the common room in the past week. The girl’s dark hair bounced as he jumped backward with a squeal. Oh, no. She hadn’t meant to start the girl. Sybille could feel the tears building now. But, no, she was a young lady now, and young ladies didn’t cry. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” She started as the cookies plopped with a finality to the ground. Sybille stared miserably at them. “They were the last ones I brought with me.” She tried to explain at the older girl’s exclamation, Sybille’s voice wavering terribly. “And now I can’t make anymore.” Her voice broke. Maybe she really was homesick.


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It became plain in an instant that the younger girl would not think her reaction ridiculous, because the poor thing was quite clearly more visibly concerned about the fate of her cookies. "Oh, that's alright," Jemima assured her, to the first remark, though she scarcely knew what to say to the next: she was surprised to hear that the first year, whom she had thought to be of the upper class, had made them? That was odd, surely. Perhaps she meant her cook, from home?

Jemima had never found a problem with the culinary skills of the Hogwarts house elves, but she suspected saying so would not be much of a comfort right now.

"Perhaps they can be saved -" Jemima began hurriedly instead, dropping to her knees to try and rescue a cookie or two from the floor. She picked one up experimentally, looking over it as though for dirt - although it did not take much scrutiny to spot the layer of dust now coating it. "Maybe not," she murmured to herself, having second thoughts. Perhaps the house elves had just missed this hallway? Or perhaps castles merely attracted dust like nowhere else.  Either way, she frowned, hoping that the younger girl would neither insist that she eat it now, nor break out into tears.



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The girl was kind enough to try and save them, even going to far as to plop down on the ground to pick them up. But Sybille, like any good baker, knew they could not be saved and even as the older girl sat down she was shaking her head. "No." She said sullenly as the girl held one up. The girl agreed and Sybille tried to remember her manners. "But thank you for trying."

Despite having had maids who would have swooped in to help her clean the mess, Sybille and cleaned up more spills off the kitchen floor then she would care to admit and so she knelt down on the floor and started to sweep the cookies into a pile. "I suppose I'll just have to wait till Christmas to make more." She told the girl, trying to keep the sullen tears and tone at bay. Maybe talking about how happy baking made her would do the trick?


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Poor thing; she was very miserable about all this, wasn't she? Like a puppy had died, or something! She understood, to an extent; she had grown up with a well-developed sweet tooth; it was a shame. Jemima halfheartedly added the cookie she'd picked up to the younger girl's pile, regarding her more closely than she was the mess.

"It's no matter, really," Jemima remarked, doing her best to be bright and spritely and hope some of it rubbed off on the new Hufflepuff before she became too tiresome about it. "You mayn't have tried them yet, but I promise you the Hogwarts elves are wonderfully talented, and make all sorts of sweets and puddings of their own. And cookies too! You'll hardly miss yours, I expect."



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No matter? Of course it mattered. Sybille already missed baking and she'd hardly been here a week. What was another week and another one after that. She missed the smell of baking cookies and the feel of bread dough in her hands.

At the girl's suggestion that she wouldn't even miss her own baking Sybille's eyes grew wide and she stared at the girl. She wouldn't miss her baking to eat, she knew that, but she'd miss the act of baking. If only she might be able to find a house elf and have them teach her what they knew, she was sure her baking would only taste better.

"Is there somewhere I can find the house elves?" She asked before she could stop herself. That probably wasn't a polite question.


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Now the girl was staring at her very queerly, like her eyes were the size of a house elf's. Jemima was rather disconcerted.

"I mean, they send all the food up to the Great Hall tables by magic, so there's no need to see them directly; you can have those sorts of treats after any meal," she explained, veering into a tone that was entirely patronising as soon as she had decided that some eleven-year-olds just hadn't figured out common sense yet. (The girl was no Ravenclaw, that much was certain.) The house elves were discreet by nature - besides that one notoriously grumpy elf who one did not much want to bump into - and Jemima could not see why the younger girl would be any more interested in them than in the food.

"We're not supposed to visit the kitchens, really," Jemima added, bemused; but she did think it might be smart to try and cheer the girl up just a little - and it was not the biggest sin in the world, might be a school rule she had broken before when she was craving cake a little too much - "but they're not actually far from here," she confessed conspiratorially, lowering her tone cautiously. "We Hufflepuffs are rather lucky."



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Now the girl sounded exactly like Avril, Sybille had to work to not pout. She had learned the desserts were always there at meals. But it wasn't the desserts she wanted and she didn't quite know how to explain that to the older girl.

All hopes of finding the elves and seeing if they would let her bake crashed to the floor in a shattered mess as the girl explained they weren't to visit the kitchens. Sybille's face was crestfallen even though she had suspected this was the case, a tear leaked down her face. But then there was a hint of hope in the next words. Sybille looked up at the girl with glassy eyes, "Oh?" There was no disguising her interest.


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