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The Cook for the Delinquents
Elaine flipped the delicate golden crepe on the griddle.
When Severus retrieved her from his room his whole body had been tense under the weight of layers unfamiliar cloths that could only be described as robes.
The uninvited visitors were stuck in chairs in the dining room awaiting the breakfast Elaine had insisted on preparing.
"Are you going to give them back their arms and mouths?" She asked, breezing into the room with plates of rolled crepes, drizzled with ruby red wild strawberries.
"That would require listening to their idiotic chatter," he snarled darkly from the head of the table.
Wild Strawberry, #72