RP: Christmas Party at the Gildery Shoppe
Date: December 24, 2004
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, Julian Avery, and tons of company!
Location: Gildery Shoppe
Status: Public
Summary: Ho-Ho the Mistletoe, hung where all can see! It’s Gilderoy’s Christmas party, and everyone who isn’t invited is welcome to gate-crash. Lots of Punch, pudding, presents, and pandemonium.
Completion: Incomplete
Gilderoy collapsed on the floor. He had suspected something might be wrong when he woke up in the morning, but this... this was more than he could fathom. “Oh... oh Gods. What... what can I do?” he asked, staring off into the far corner of the kitchen.
Up on the counter, sat raisins, prunes, candied orange peels, dates, and all of the various ingredients necessary to make plum pudding. The problem lay in the book that was opened next to the bowl on the counter. The cooking book that was opened to page 392. Opened to the recipe for plum pudding. The recipe that states that plum pudding must be started at the beginning of advent for the following year.
“A year. There’s no chance of... no chance of it this year.” And after the fig incident, there was no chance of Gilderoy being able to stomach the making of Figgy pudding, either.
“I suppose treacle tarts aren’t exactly Christmas, are they?” he asked himself, burying his face in his apron. Guests would be arriving in another hour, and here he was with no pudding. Well, maybe if he kept the wine and punch flowing, nobody would notice. He could always use the cognac intended for the pudding as an addition to the beverage list for his guests.
In a motion of great strength and determination, Gilderoy pushed himself up off the floor and nodded to himself. So they wouldn’t have plum pudding. Perhaps he could make some other kind of bread pudding and a fruit sauce to go as a glaze. Yes, that would work.
Flipping over several pages, he found a recipe for bread pudding that looked rather simple, and began the preparations for that. Thank goodness he learned a little from Rosie while he was living with her.
Myffles crowded around his legs as he worked, begging for some of the cheese or fish paste that was up on the counter. “Oh, my darling, you know that you’ll have plenty of treats once the guests arrive.
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, Julian Avery, and tons of company!
Location: Gildery Shoppe
Status: Public
Summary: Ho-Ho the Mistletoe, hung where all can see! It’s Gilderoy’s Christmas party, and everyone who isn’t invited is welcome to gate-crash. Lots of Punch, pudding, presents, and pandemonium.
Completion: Incomplete
Gilderoy collapsed on the floor. He had suspected something might be wrong when he woke up in the morning, but this... this was more than he could fathom. “Oh... oh Gods. What... what can I do?” he asked, staring off into the far corner of the kitchen.
Up on the counter, sat raisins, prunes, candied orange peels, dates, and all of the various ingredients necessary to make plum pudding. The problem lay in the book that was opened next to the bowl on the counter. The cooking book that was opened to page 392. Opened to the recipe for plum pudding. The recipe that states that plum pudding must be started at the beginning of advent for the following year.
“A year. There’s no chance of... no chance of it this year.” And after the fig incident, there was no chance of Gilderoy being able to stomach the making of Figgy pudding, either.
“I suppose treacle tarts aren’t exactly Christmas, are they?” he asked himself, burying his face in his apron. Guests would be arriving in another hour, and here he was with no pudding. Well, maybe if he kept the wine and punch flowing, nobody would notice. He could always use the cognac intended for the pudding as an addition to the beverage list for his guests.
In a motion of great strength and determination, Gilderoy pushed himself up off the floor and nodded to himself. So they wouldn’t have plum pudding. Perhaps he could make some other kind of bread pudding and a fruit sauce to go as a glaze. Yes, that would work.
Flipping over several pages, he found a recipe for bread pudding that looked rather simple, and began the preparations for that. Thank goodness he learned a little from Rosie while he was living with her.
Myffles crowded around his legs as he worked, begging for some of the cheese or fish paste that was up on the counter. “Oh, my darling, you know that you’ll have plenty of treats once the guests arrive.