lesson three - all years

After debating quite an amount of time, Marcus had finally decided to try out the Domestics class. It wasn't because he was afraid of the class itself, or the fact that he had heard the female population of Beauxbatons took this class. It was because Marcus was a terrible cook and he wanted to get better.... for his sister. Yes, his sister. Finding a seat in the class, Marcus sat there as he waited for the class to begin, unsure what he they would do.

Gracefully walking through the classroom door, Dani raised an eyebrow questioningly when she saw a boy sitting alone in the class. Of course, it was in her nature to speculate: who was he? What was he doing here? And did she know him?

Yes, she did. She had seen him at the Fontaine party, if she had remembered correctly. She merely shrugged her shoulders an sat quietly on the floor.

Upon hearing someone enter, Marcus turned to face another girl whom he faintly recognized. He scolded himself for not paying attention to his surroundings again but smiled at the older girl.

"Hi," he greeted happily. "I'm Marcus, it's nice to meet you."

Dani tilted her head slightly when the boy was speaking to her. She blinked, acknowledging him. A small - yet bogus - smile formed on her face, "I'm Danielle Lamoureux, but call me Dani." Her smile turned to curiosity. "Where have I seen you before, hmm?"

Adam had wanted to try this class since he heard about it. He'd never tried cooking unless you count trying to come up with a microwavable menu cooking. He was also forever mixing everything together and experimenting with new foods. So his blackberry and noodle sandwich didn't work out that great, but at least he tried new things and was unafraid of getting a stomachache which strangely he'd only gotten on one occasion. That one time had been because he'd found a worm in the peach he'd bitten into. Suffice it to say he's crossed that fruit off his foods to eat.

Part of why Adam wanted to take this class was so he could tell Kei he could too cook! And this class might show him how to do that presentation thing. His cooking skills were alright but his presentation to make the food look all pretty, pretty much sucked! And he wanted her to quit telling him that what he was making was disgusting and to please eat it elsewhere or wait until she was done eating first.

Seeing two other people there he smiled and waved pleasantly before taking a seat.