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(Read the Intro/Instruction thread first!)

 

  Your Head of House gives you a very stern look from the other side of her desk and you clamp your mouth shut. Come to think of it, she probably wouldn’t appreciate the passionate speech you’ve been dreaming up about how charming all of the Professors' hats to flash different colours was a wonderful demonstration of school pride. Best to keep shtum.

“It seems a shame,” she says at last, “To let your obvious high spirits and verve go to waste.”

  You blink and try not to let your mouth hang open.

“Far better to let you put it to good use,” she decides, “You may spend the day helping the hard-working people putting together tonight’s Winter Feast.” You can’t help it that time, your jaw hits the floor. “Don’t think you’re getting off lightly,” she snaps, “You’ll be working hard, I can guarantee.”

“Yes Professor, no Professor,” you gabble when she glowers at you again.

  She turns away and goes back to the parchment she’d been reading when you scurried in.

“You can begin in the kitchens.” Still a little astounded at the direction your day has just taken, you hurry out.

  The kitchen is awash with movement and agitated squeaking. A huge frying pan whizzes past you, close enough for you to feel the waft of heat. A platter of peaches scuttles in the opposite direction, narrowly avoiding a plate of jam tarts. You accost a very harassed-looking house elf and she directs you over to the fireplace where the elf in charge is trying to manage the chaos.

“Well, think of something!” he shrieks, his ears flapping almost as wildly as his arms. Tentatively, you ask what’s wrong and if you can be of any help. Privately, you’re hoping he’ll tell you to get out.

  He looks at you in blank disbelief, then recollects himself and bobs a quick bow.

“What’s wrong?” he carries on in the same frantic tone, “Someone miscounted. We only have 39 new kinds of dessert instead of 40. 39!”

“Oh dear…”

“Whatever are we to do? There just isn’t time…”

“Couldn’t you…just look in a recipe book?”

  The house elf looks as though he might keel over backward. Somehow, he manages to explain in a very calm tone that the day has been planned down to the last second. Every single elf has duties that must be performed to the letter if the feast is to arrive on the golden plates on time. He can’t spare even one to go searching for and making another batch of dessert. With resignation, you roll up your sleeves and ask for an apron.

 

   You’ve guessed it. Time to put your culinary creativity to the test! Please design a magical dessert for the feast. It can be as weird and wonderful as you like providing its spectacular: after all, this is a party.

 

   You can draw or describe your creation. If you choose to produce a graphic, please include a short written explanation of what your image shows. Alternatively, if you choose to represent your dessert with words, please make sure your description is at least 100 words long.

 

  Submit your desserts to skyalton856@gmail.com along with your choice of either A or B. Remember, I can’t give you the password to your next location until you complete the task and pick a letter.

 

 So, A or B, where’s it to be?

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