You know, I hear in the muggle world, fires -- especially of the grease variety, can be rather tricky to put out.
Oh, mio Dio! Sebastian!
Are you actually worried about me?! :D
If you really want me to feel better, would you let me hold your Niffler for a moment then? I will let you hold my butter brick in return! I promise! You can even lick it! My compagno!! :D
I'm afraid I'm not acquainted with either of the two you mentioned, but please, color me very intrigued. I hadn't ever considered cheese from a niffler. What a thought!
What is it like? How does it compare to other cheeses?
My dear friend! You came back! And with more question!! Vedo! Vedo! :D
I only tried it once in my life myself, but it was magnifico!! A little piece of heaven in my mouth!! Nothing can compare to it! And by Merlin, I solemnly swear that I will recreate it!! It's my life's goal!
But at the moment I'm still trying to convince Sebastian to let me milk his little Niffler! I know he will give in some day! :D
I need more cheese in my life. Recommendations? 💛
My dearest friend! Amico! As luck would have it, I know exactly two wonderful specimens at this school that I would love to milk!
My friend, if you could put in a good word for me with Sebastian or maybe the little Wren? I just need a moment with their Nifflers!
You're smooth like butter and it makes me want to lick you.
@vetiti-cremeo, stop sending me greasy owls!
Sebastian! You called my name! But I didn't send you any owls... Did I?
In ogni caso! You thought of me! :D I also thought of you, Sebastian! And your Niffler! Did you already eat dinner? I would love to invite you, Amico!
I’m on a diet.
Peccato! I think you are pretty just the way you are, il mio bello! But anyway, I will simply go eating alone with your Niffler then. You go to bed and relax.
I will bring him back to you when I'm done with him! :D
You're smooth like butter and it makes me want to lick you.
@vetiti-cremeo, stop sending me greasy owls!
Sebastian! You called my name! But I didn't send you any owls... Did I?
In ogni caso! You thought of me! :D I also thought of you, Sebastian! And your Niffler! Did you already eat dinner? I would love to invite you, Amico!
Mustard or mayo, and why is the answer milk?
The answer is milk, of course!! Nothing is better than the smooth, creamy perfection of milk - preferably Niffler milk!
Mustard's too spicy, mayo's too clingy, but milk? Milk is the unsung hero of buttered toast, cereal, and cheese dreams everywhere. Mwah, bellissimo!
He’s…utterly mad.
Euphemia chortled, abnormally sharp canines peeking through the maroon lipstick of her smirk. I am also mad.
Not that kind of mad. Brushing against his consciousness is…
She could feel the Hybridean Black shudder, a ripple of scales. She only rolled her eyes in response, adjusting the small gift basket in her hands of soaps and flowers once having approached the corner of the library she noticed he frequented. Cookbook section, but of course.
I, against impossible odds, speak with a dragon in my head hardly anyone even knows exists, and have been bringing dark wizards to justice via arcane rampage since I was fifteen. I should think it’s going to be quite alright, Zar.
Eleazar chuffed derisively as she set down the basket in said corner, turning to peruse the shelves while she was here.
Oooh, come now. He’s a bloody Hufflepuff, what could possibly go wrong?
(Just a little something for shits and giggles, Euphie enjoys meeting the oddballs. Have a wonderful day! <333)
There, in the cookbook section (as expected), sat the Hufflepuff, hunched over his work, cross-legged on the floor, and surrounded by scattered parchment, each page filled with incomprehensible scribbles, doodles, and diagrams. His quill flew across the pages as he snickered to himself.
"Magnifico! Fantastico! E' così!" he mumbled to himself. Whatever he was working on clearly thrilled him.
The giggly Hufflepuff reached into his trousers and pulled out a half-eaten brick of butter and, without hesitation, took a massive bite out of it. His teeth sunk into the greasy yellow block like it was the finest of delicacies. The muffled sound of suppressed gags from nearby students rippled through the library. One even whispered something about "losing their appetite for a week," but Vetiti was blissfully unaware of the reactions.
It wasn’t until he felt a distinct prickle of being watched that he stopped mid-bite, butter glistening in his hand. His eyes darted around until they landed on Euphemia, standing there with her basket. For a moment, he blinked, his brain clearly processing the situation. Then, as if nothing were remotely odd about it, he broke into a bright, greasy smile.
"Ciao bella!" he said warmly, waving with the butter brick. The grease on his cheeks gleamed in the library's dim light.
