Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Jul 18, 2012 18:46:48 GMT
Though it was extremely late at night, Belaya Drocellmeyer was awake and in the kitchen, preparing Rose's bottle and trying her hand at a cake recipe. Though it had been a long time since she ahd baked she still hadn't lost her touch as she quickly grabbed ingredients from shelves and mixing them in bowls. Belaya was already an expert on making bread and, since she had a kitchen available at her fingertips, she wanted to try baking again. It was a little hobby that helped calm her down especially when some of the voices managed to come out and haunt her for a little while before being pushed back by the magic that had kept them out.
"Maybe I should add more milk to the frosting and a bit less sugar... Actually, why don't I add a bit more cocoa as well? Hmm..." Belaya murmured to herself as she read a recipe for frosting.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 18, 2012 19:02:51 GMT
[/i] and started crying. Brent had to admit, he was getting pretty tired. Maybe so tired he'd been starting to doze off in his chair in Rose's room. He'd sleep soon, possibly. He carefully picked up his daughter and although he was half-asleep in the dimly lit room, he still managed a dozy smile as he held her close and slowly made his way downstairs, hearing snores from his and Chase's bedroom as well as Tommy's on his way. Brent was surprised to find the kitchen light already on and Belaya stood there baking something. "You should be sleeping. It's almost two o'clock in the morning y'know." Brent pointed out in a sleepy voice which made it clear that he didn't have the energy to stop her. "I'll help with whatever you're cooking if you feed Rose for me?" he attempted a small smile. Brent would probably end up killing Rose, he was so tired. And... cooking was pretty fun. Even if Brent was useless at it.[/color][/ul]
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Belaya Drocellmeyer
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year[M:-1500]
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm already dead. Mentally and perhaps physically."[Mo0:0]
Posts: 150
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Post by Belaya Drocellmeyer on Jul 19, 2012 0:17:52 GMT
As soon as Belaya heard Rose's cries coming closer to the kitchen she quickly grabbed a bottle, made sure it was at the right temperature, and tenderly took the crying baby from Brent before he could finish his question. She gently calmed her down before giving her the bottle of milk.
"Sleep... I already got 5 full hours of sleep straight. That's a lot of sleep for me." Belaya replied softly, not wanting to upset Rose. "Well... You can mix some stuff. You see the stuff in that bowl over there? Mix that for about... 27 strokes then add an egg then mix that again for about 30 more strokes."
Belaya was a bit cautious in letting Brent help as she knew he wasn't much of a cook so she was careful in giving him instructions and what tasks to give him. She didn't want her hard work to be gone to waste but, then again, she didn't have much of a choice but to let him help.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Jul 21, 2012 13:51:24 GMT
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