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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Saturday, 22 October / 4:55
Location: An Abandoned Classroom on the Ground Floor, not too long a walk away from Potions
Open To: Rylie (who's forgotten her birthday >.>)
Currently Involving: Sebbah
Sebastian could not bake. Or at least, he very much liked to think he could not bake. Being an excellent student in Potions, however, suggested otherwise. And of course, how could you have a birthday without cake?
...Well yes, very easily, he rarely had cake, but nevermind. Rylie was very obviously not him, and hence, the cake. He'd gotten the recipe out of, yes, a recipe book. Though he'd done the unspeakable (yet manly, yes, manly) thing and cooked it in the Potions classroom. Because, return to the Black Hole of Awkwardness that was the kitchens?.... Er. No.
He placed the cake and a parcel shaped suspiciously like a book down on a desk. Looking around, he waited several moments, became mildy impatient, and took out a book of his own. Well, they had said 5 o'clock.
Location: An Abandoned Classroom on the Ground Floor, not too long a walk away from Potions
Open To: Rylie (who's forgotten her birthday >.>)
Currently Involving: Sebbah
Sebastian could not bake. Or at least, he very much liked to think he could not bake. Being an excellent student in Potions, however, suggested otherwise. And of course, how could you have a birthday without cake?
...Well yes, very easily, he rarely had cake, but nevermind. Rylie was very obviously not him, and hence, the cake. He'd gotten the recipe out of, yes, a recipe book. Though he'd done the unspeakable (yet manly, yes, manly) thing and cooked it in the Potions classroom. Because, return to the Black Hole of Awkwardness that was the kitchens?.... Er. No.
He placed the cake and a parcel shaped suspiciously like a book down on a desk. Looking around, he waited several moments, became mildy impatient, and took out a book of his own. Well, they had said 5 o'clock.