June Funfair Event: Treasure Hunt: I7: Restaurant!Au
Word Count: 298
"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts Restaurant. How may I help you today?"
"I would like a table for three."
"Of course, I will call you when one is available."
"My name is Penelope and I will be your waitress today. What would you like to order?"
"I would like a bit of everything."
"Ronald! Sorry ma'am, he was just joking."
"Table seven has ordered a meat feast, a salmon with mash and a plate of chips."
"Salmon with mash? Who does that?"
The voice that had spoken up belonged to none other than Albus Dumbledore, owner of Hogwarts restaurant. He had long, white hair which he kept in a hairnet, along with a long, white beard which he also kept in a hairnet. It was clear that he was the boss from the way the other chefs looked at him.
"This girl does, sir. Just roll with it," Penelope pleaded.
"You heard the woman!" the head chef cried, her Scottish accent sticking out like a sore thumb. "Get to work!"
The chefs moved in a systematic way, chopping and slicing and dicing. The pans sizzled beside them. "Filius, I think a little more pepper is needed," the head chef stated.
"Yes, Minerva!" Filius said, standing on his tip-toes to get to the pepper.
"Pomona, fewer herbs would be better for the mash, this time," Minerva said, standing beside the plump woman.
Pomona smiled. "Rolanda, the chips do not have to be cut into birds."
Rolanda rolled her eyes. "Just teaching them how to fly."
"Severus—" at his deathly glare, she stopped. "—what you are doing right now is brilliant!"
Severus sneered.
"Penelope!" a voice called. "Table seven's orders are ready!"
"Here are your orders, and I will take your menu now. Thank you for waiting."
"Thank you, Penelope."
Well, this was crap. Can you tell I'm ill and running on not enough sugar? (at least, I was, but now I'm on too much sugar help)
~Buttercat