late night cooking . open

[taylor]

I, am thinking what the hell

all I want is to mess around
and I don't really care about

There was one good thing about being a Hufflepuff--well there were probably more reasons why being a Hufflepuff was a good thing, but Taylor could only think of one real good one. Cooking. What was better than having a Dormitory right next to the kitchen? Nothing. Cooking was the one thing that Taylor loved to do, besides making people eat what she made. It was her one gift that people just seemed to love. Maybe once or twice she had cooked for someone's birthday, but with house elves it always seemed impossible. It was a rather good thing that her home did not have house elves, or else she would never be able to cook.

There was not much she could do about the house elves at the castle though. She could easily tell them to let her do their own thing and they would hopefully listen, but she was not going to go on some rant about how they were slaves for the lazy wizards. House elves were bred to please people, weren't they? She thought they were, her dad said they were and he had been a Ravenclaw. Plus, it's not like the house elves were beaten at Hogwarts. Either way though, Taylor did not care as long the house elves tried to take over the job for what ever she wanted to cook.

She was working on a series of food, some baked goods for her friends to eat and a few midnight snacks for herself. Of course, she still had an hour or so before midnight, so it was not entirely a midnight snack. However, an eleven o'clock at night snack did not sound as catchy. Unless she was given a better name for the time of her eating, she would continue to use midnight snack.

if you love me, if you hate me
you can't save me, baby, baby

notes: hello
words: 300
outfit: she's all toasty
lyrics: "What the Hell" by Avril Lavigne