Chapter 5: School festival shenanigans pt.1 / Amao Odayaka 1

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Hello lovelies

Here's a new chapter, I hope you enjoy it, I managed to add another boy. Oh and to answer some questions. I also hope you appreciate that I typed this while I was sick with a possible chest infection or cold, I don't know which but I feel like shit now. Also i have added a little bit of what's happening to Ron, Hermione and Ginny at Hogwarts, I hope you enjoy it.

Phoenix373 – good question, while I don't know if Osano is a yandere or not, so you'll just keep reading to find out.

RebeliousOne – about your question, while she most likely did apply for political asylum from both magical and muggle governments, she'll likely also apply for citizenship in Japan but like I told Pheonix373 you'll just have to read and wait.

Laurenmk20 - your question has been answered in chapter 2 I hope you like my explanation.

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Love Snow

No One's POV:

It had been a few weeks since Wisteria had Osoro stay over the night and went on a date with Osano. The school's gossip rings were buzzing more than a cluster of beehives, sparking envy and hatred amongst most of the other girls for gaining the attention of two boys, irritating both Wisteria and the boys to no end.

However they found quiet reprieve within the confines of their lessons, clubs and the library. People were too scared to talk about Osoro especially because of his temper, leading him to snap at people who dared ask him anything about it, while Osano was constantly being ribbed for what happened, his friends constantly asked about the movie, laughing at his reaction. Wisteria and her friends had glossed over the subject lightly, but didn't go too far into detail, for the sake of dignity.

As the day progressed and lessons came to an end, the class rep alerted the class that the school was going to host a cultural festival and that they had to vote on what they were going to do, several suggestions were put forward, such as a "Maid & Butler café" which many of the males in the class voted for, however Wisteria was kindly spared the humiliation due to her being in various different clubs, so she decided to speak with her club presidents (cookery and sports) and it was later agreed after much "debating" that she would be better off working with the cookery club on one of the many food and drink stalls that would be there.

The cookery club president, Amao Odayaka, was quite ecstatic when she told him that she'd like to run one of the food booths during the festival, the slightly flamboyant brunette almost went into orbit at her request.

It wasn't often Wisteria saw Amao but when she did see him during club hours, he always looked adorable, in a mint green pinny with matching hair scarf that always kept his chestnut brown hair away from his face and the food, further accentuating his baby blue eyes, along with his soft voice, that could lull anyone into feeling safe. His gentle ways belied a fierce intellect, he appeared to be a big brother to all, but there was always an air of loneliness about him.

Wisteria's POV:

I had already told Amao about what I planned to do, which was an array of desserts and handheld savouries such as, pasties, sausage rolls, sandwiches, and other British street foods, surprisingly Amao was thrilled at the idea of adding some international flare to the festival, he even offered his help with the cooking which I politely declined seeing as I had to not only make test batches to see how well they would received, or if I had to alter any recipe's before hand.

As I went to collect the ingredients I needed to make the test batches, I found Amao in the cookery room as if waiting for me, trying to ignore his presence I went my station in the far corner of the room, to pre heat the oven and get on with my cooking, I had just started prepping for the pastry for the pasties when I felt Amao come up behind me wrapping his large arms around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. I instinctually froze, feeling horribly uncomfortable with what he was doing.

"Please, let go," was all I could say, even though it almost sounded like a whimper my body trembling slightly in his grip.

"Why? I only wanted to watch you cook" he said chuckling softly his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Well it's just difficult to cook with you clinging to me like this, plus I'm not particularly fond of being touched without consent or warning" I said as I extricated myself from his tight grip, and returned to weighing out flour and lard and filling a jug of cold water.

It was a simple enough process but it felt difficult with his eye on me, it was as if I was an insect under a microscope, I was lucky I didn't drop the bowl of pastry as I put it in the fridge to rest while I diced the potato, turnip and onion, along with the meat ( beef skirt if you're Cornish) ready for the pasties.

After about thirty minutes I took the pastry out of the fridge and began to roll it out and cut into twelve small circles. Once that was done I added the filling to the pastry circle along with a nob of butter, salt and black pepper, I used milk to dampen edges of the pastry then sealed them and did the crimping on them adding steam holes as I went, once that was done I glazed them with beaten egg and milk. After that I put them on two trays and put them in the oven.

"So what were you making?" Asked Amao, clearly curious about my choice.

"You know I'm doing an English food booth, well these are Cornish pasties, a classic English handheld food" I replied as I did the dishes while the pasties cooked in the oven, however as soon as I went to get a towel to dry them it was snatched out of my hand as Amao walked up and stood beside me and began to dry the dishes.

The dishes where quickly washed and dried, I went to check on the pasties, once I opened the oven the room was filled with the appetising smell, drawing anyone who was near in to the cookery room with their noses in the air like hounds on an aniseed trail, teachers and students alike came in to try my cooking.

"Okay people, twenty more minutes and then they'll be ready, for twelve or twenty four if they're cut in half" I said much to their disappointment, causing them to either leave the room or to pace across the room.

After the twenty minutes the pasties came out of the oven and onto a cooling rack too allow them to rest for a few minutes, once that was done I cut them in half and placed them onto plates and handed them out to the masses along with a questionnaire. Once the food was all eaten I received all of the feedback, the pasties where a hit! Now I just had to find out what else will work for the festival.

Amao's POV:

I must admit I found Wisteria interesting and adorable, but what saddens me the most about her was her near anorexic frame, oh I knew she struggled with food and I have often seen her with the Najimi boy during lunch, at least he makes her eat. I mean she won't even try her own cooking in front of any one.

I went to the cookery room to see what she was up to, only to find her gathering ingredients, I tried to hug her but there where clear signs that she wasn't comfortable with physical contact that she didn't instigate. But why was that?

After she removed herself from me she went back to prepping and making pastry, I must admit it seemed as if she needed no help at all when it came to this recipe, it looked to be quick, easy and oh boy did it smell good cooking, judging by the sudden flood of people that came in, further confirming her right to her place in the club.

Once I had tried her cooking I swear I had an orgasm in one bite, I had to have the recipe if only for this bliss to continue, I don't see Wisteria often seeing as we are in different classes, and the Najimi boy often beats me to the punch when it comes to lunch time, along with the fact that she's the tutor for the most dangerous boy in school (yeah I know about that), so the only time I see her is on Wednesday afternoons or when she had time for activities (Fridays and Saturdays where soccer and baseball). I hope I get to spend more time with her during the festival, perhaps get to know her more, but first I've got to find out her favourite treats and gain her affections.

I sat at my desk wondering what to do about Wisteria and getting her to like me, paying little attention to what my teacher was talking about. After the lesson I decided to coop myself up in the cookery room and experiment with treats that she might like. By the time the final bell rang I had made, cookies, fudge, cakes and other such confectionary, now only to find out which locker was hers.

No one's POV:

Mean while at Hogwarts

The teachers where sitting in the faculty room discussing current events, with out Dumbledore present.

"Well it's about time! That poor girl has been through enough" said professor Vector in reference to Wisteria's disappearance. Not many people knew this but Serina Vector had been one of Lily's closest female friends, she was furious when she heard about what Dumbledore had done to the young woman.

"It's sad to see that it took Miss Potter running from Britain for people to see it" Flitwick added sadly, after her mother, Wisteria had become one his prized students, she often stepped in to help Luna Lovegood when she was being terrorised by the rest of the Ravenclaws, the bullying had been reported repeatedly, however Dumbledore did nothing, but now Flitwick put his foot down, Cho Chang and the other Ravenclaw prefects had been stripped of their badges, they had also been barred from quidditch that year and like the two Weasleys and Granger, became social pariah's in the school halls.

"I just worry that the headmaster is taking things too far" said Professor Sprout concern ringing out in her voice, mainly due to the students being harassed and interrogated by the old wizard.

Snape hadn't said a thing, he knew that Potter had left the country and he was glad, not only was Lily's child safe, but he had also kept his promise to keep her safe and was well on his way to fulfilling it, now he had to find her and join her, and quickly if he could. He just hoped that she could forgive him for what he had done over the course of her time at Hogwarts. After a few minutes more of discussion the members of staff who where at the meeting quietly left to scurry back to their classrooms, offices or private rooms to get on with what else they where supposed to be doing, be it overseeing detentions, writing lesson plans, marking students work or in Snape's case packing his bags as well.

Mean while in a different part of the school, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley where laid out in the hospital wing after being mobbed by their fellow Gryffindor's again. Sadly they believed themselves totally undeserving of the anger they'd just faced.

Ron, who thought with Wisteria out of the way, he could act like he was the king of Gryffindor, and was treating everyone who disagreed with him like filth via hexes, curses and vicious rumours, eventually every one got sick and tired of his antics and not only the boys beat him up for his actions, but the girls also hexed him, from the bat bogey hex to the conjunctivitis curse, he had been in the Hospital wing for about two days and his eyes weren't getting any better.

Hermione had single handedly humiliated not only most of the school but herself as well as she flaunted her so called intelligence, leading people to ignore her or glare at her, at first she thought it was jealousy, but soon it got worse when no body would partner with her during lessons, eventually the girls would start leaving cruel letters on her night stand, and over the course of the two months since her return to school the bullying got worse now that she didn't have Wisteria to hide behind, the latest incident involved Pansy Parkinson sabotaging her potions work landing her in the Hospital wing for about three days .

Ginny on the other hand had been a very busy girl, she had been caught by teachers and prefects alike, in alcoves and broom closets with various boys from all over the school, the final straw was when she tried to sink her claws into Lukas Casterwill, a young pureblood who was betrothed, and tried to lure him into a broom closet only to be hexed by the boy's fiancé and her friends, causing her to run to Madam Pomphrey in tears, however she didn't receive much sympathy, nowadays most of the girls kept their guys close.

All of the students weren't particularly fond of the three vipers as they became known, and while the professor did instil discipline but where not in such a hurry to protect the Weasley children and Granger, feeling that a dose of their own toxic medicine was no bad thing as long as it didn't go to far, should that happen the staff would be quick to act. On the other hand should the three vipers try misbehaving members of staff would act swiftly with the harshest of punishments to deal with the slightest misdemeanour, they spent most of their free time in detention.

Both Hermione and Ron were very nearly sent down after almost a mass fatality incident in potions when they sabotaged Malfoy's befuddlement potion with using lion fish spines, causing a huge gas cloud to erupt from his cauldron, in the ensuing panic a Chinese chomping cabbage that was sitting in a cage on Snape's desk escaped and caused multiple minor injuries to students and Professor Snape, and resulted in one extremely pissed off cabbage and a huge amount of damage to the potions lab.

Back to Japan

It was the week leading up to the cultural festival, the entire school was alive, students and teachers alike were rushing around, decorating and setting up other exhibits, including the Maid & Butler café, Haunted house, the drama club where making scenery for a play, a fortune tellers den had been set up for the occult club, which was heavily supervised by a rather dower librarian after what happened last year, the gardening club where in charge of beatifying the grounds and had and ikebana competition with an independent judge from the botanical gardens.

The cookery club had many stalls to set up and a lot of cooking to undertake. Wisteria had already set up her booth and had painted the external sides of it, the design involved a union jack pennant flag that appeared to be billowing in the wind, surmounted by the Tudor rose all on a back ground that matched her signature stockings, along with the booths name to finish it off, in her booth she had all of the equipment to keep all of comestibles at the requisite temperatures, now all of that was done she sequestered herself in the cookery room in order to make the food to sell, praying she'd get the same reactions as her test batches did.

Amao on the other hand had found out which shoe locker was Wisteria's, like her cooking station it was concealed in a corner, as he came up to it he pulled a small box out of his bag, along with a hoop of keys, Amao knew that it was wrong but there was no malicious intent about it, he just wanted to give her a surprise. Everyone knew that Wisteria kept her keys on her at all times, barring when she was painting and cooking, much like a hospital matron she kept them on a large chatelaine that clipped on to her belt.

Wisteria had removed the chatelaine and placed it in her apron pocket and hung up in the cookery room, he quickly "borrowed" them with out her noticing, to place his little gift in her locker. Little did he know that he was being watched closely by both Osano and Osoro, with a protective rage burning in their eyes, both wondering how the hell was "cake boy" doing with her keys, so they waited and watched as he placed the little box in her locker.

Once he'd delivered his package he quietly slipped into the cookery room to return the chatelaine, and continue watching Wisteria cook, clearly fascinated with her culinary skills, reminding him of his childhood home, one of his parents stood at the stove with a pot of what ever it was bubbling away merrily, the kitchen was warm and steamy driving away and cold and fog that clung to his bones. That was what Amao appreciated about Wisterias cooking, it brought him back to a simpler and safer time, and a place of warmth and comfort.

Amao smiled slightly at the combination of his thoughts, while watching Wisteria prepared pastry for the pasties and sausage rolls, ready for when the festival begins.

"I'm going to need cover for about twenty minutes every three hours, so I can restock the booth when any thing starts to run out" she said as she began to wash up.

Once the washing up was done and every thing was put away Wisteria fished her Chatelaine out of apron, grabbed her bag and headed out to her shoe locker, just as the final bell rang, once at her locker she opened it only to be greeted by a box on top of her shoes.

After a few seconds of staring at it wisteria took the box and placed it in her bag, wondering how it got there and proceeded change her shoes, ready to head off for her evening classes, totally unaware of her admirers affections towards her.

Chatelaine- a set of short chains on a belt worn by women and men for carrying keys, thimble and/or sewing kit, etc.