The Hogwarts kitchens are located directly under the Great Hall, down the same staircase that leads to the Hufflepuff Common Room. It contains long tables; food must simply be placed upon the tables in the kitchens and it magically appears on the corresponding tables in the Great Hall. The kitchens are staffed by over one hundred house-elves. Helga Hufflepuff brought the house-elves to work in the kitchens, as a way of ensuring they could work without being abused. To gain access to the kitchens, one must tickle the pear painted in a portrait of a bowl of fruit (it squirms and giggles), which then turns into a green doorknob.
Was it surprise Freya was in the kitchens? No. It never was. Today, she was in the mood to be somewhat extra and baked a cake. Choosing to make it a carrot cake, she wasn't too worried about the outcome. She had made it before and it turned out all right. After baking, letting it cool, and finally icing (white with a cute little carrot on top) the sweet was finally finished. She would take a slice in a minute and hopefully find one of her siblings to try too but, for the moment, she just stood and took in the creation before it would face its ultimate end. Wouldn't last long, that's for sure.
Caera was moving into the kitchen, this time to bake a batch of shortbread biscuits. Entering the area, the first thing she saw was the finished cake and then the person who made it. The girl didn't look familiar but Caera was tempted by the cake. "What type is it?" She asked, bending over to get a better look, "oh...carrot?" She guessed when she saw the decoration. "Oh, that's so cute," she gushed.
Her eyes turn up, surprised to see another student walking in. Other students did come in too bake or ask the house elves to do so, but it wasn't too often. "Yeah, carrot," she responded back, waiting for a reaction from the girl. Students could be very honest at times; a good and bad thing. Though, the reaction is actually very nice, causing a smile from Freya. "Thanks. Hopefully it'll taste good, too."
"I'm not much of a cake eater," she confessed. This was true. If she ate too much cake, Caera felt sick. Cookies were gentler on her stomach so she stuck with them. "But I can try some if you need a taster."
"Really? Oh, that'd be great." She looks around the kitchen for a moment for a knife and two plates before finding them and placing near the cake. Before digging into the sweet, she turns back to Caera. "I'm Freya, by the way."
"Ooo, Caera's a pretty name," she compliments before calmly digging the knife into the cake and attempting to cut two small pieces. Although many wizard or witches may prefer to use a spell, Freya's always liked the manual aspect when baking rather than relying on her wand. "Oh, yes," she simply answers, eyes focused on her cutting. "Love it." After finishing her work with the knife, she places a piece each on the two plates. Lastly, after handing Caera her plate, she looks around again for two forks and gifts Caera one when finding them. "Hopefully it tastes alright."
”Thank you, it means Beloved. My surname is Dea. So beloved goddess. I really like it, it’s cute,” Ceara explained as she picked up a fork. Placing a little bit into her mouth, she caught herself making a face. Swallowing it, she nodded her head. “That’s so good,” she lied with a smile. Caera didn’t like cakes. Especially one with vegetables in it.
"So cute." So focused on trying her slice, she didn't even notice Caera's face or is able to tell she's lying. The cake wasn't bad. Not her best, and a bit under baked, but not too bad. Not the worst cake she's ever made. "Really?" she questions, eyes moving back to the sixth year. "I'm glad you like it."
Rosie was trying to bake something for herself, a little snack. She was craving some junk food, and so she decided to make some mac 'n cheese. She stood at the stove stirring the pot, not paying any attention to what was going on in the kitchen around her.
Amortentia didn't want to disturb the house elves until a bit after dinner was finished and all cleared away. She wanted to give them a moment to relax before jumping to the Malfoy child's demands. "May I please have a hot chocolate with whipcream?" she whispered shyly to a small house elf, who seemed surprised that she wasn't being rude and actually was using normal manners. As extra payment for the young elf's work, the blonde slipped him some homemade cookies in an adorable little decorative baggie. Tia the moved to sit on the bench as she waited, her gaze submissively flitting from her shoes to the stove where Rosie Ollivander was cooking.
She glanced behind her to see Amortentia, and quickly looked back to her food. She knew the girl was a Malloy, judging from rumors and her own observations. She didn’t particularly want to talk to her, hoping she wouldn’t be mean.
Freya would be found in the kitchen whisking up a batch for red velvet cupcakes. They were most certainly the most popular and known baked good of her's, having baked it since she was little and new to the baking skill. She practically knew the recipe by heart. Although, she still has the page of her favorite recipe of the red delights in her favorite cook book wide open, there if she needs to double check so she doesn't mess up.
Entering the kitchen from the Hufflepuff house shortcut, Hani smelled the delight that was her sister baking and hurried towards her, pulling herself to see over the counter. "Cupcakes?" She asked, voice lilting and cheerful, brown eyed gaze turning to her older sister. "Can I have some batter? Please?"
Her eyes turn toward the student walking in the kitchen, smiling when seeing her little sister's face. "Hanuel," she greets, taking her hand off the whisk. Rolling her eyes in a playful matter at the question, she does end up nodding like always. "Okay, but only a bit." She dips a finger into the bowl herself, tasting a small amount of the red batter.
"Sure," she says. Putting her sister straight to work, she adds, "The batter is about done. Could you bring that tray over there with the liners?" Looking over, Hanuel would see a tray made to make a dozen cupcakes, aligned in different color liners in rainbow order (two of each color). The batter was about done, so she was pretty much ready to pour them into the tray now, soon to be put in the oven that was currently preheating.