Baking 101

Draco placed sheets of paper on each work station slowly walking through each little kitchen station. He smiled as he wondered if the students that came today would enjoy the recipe. It was easy, no baking really, contradictory to the baking 101 that he was teaching. This would show that it did not take baking to make a dessert. He knew a few students from the list that he knew would show but he wasn't sure if they would come back seeing as he had left for 4 months before returning to restart his class. Instead he had made it an open class for anyone that wanted to come whenever. The class time would still be the same and the length of said class would also be the same or longer.

Making sure that each station had the right amount of ingredients he nodded and smiled before heading back to the front of the class and sat down in the chair behind his desk. There was the desk he wrote on and then the station that he used in the middle of the front. He had everything the same as the other station except the instructions. He had pretty much memorized the way everything was suppose but if no one appeared he would understand and would start again next semester.

Draco didn't look up when the students filed in, but he did notice the voices that entered his class. One of his own and another of Miya. The two had met in his class and he figured out that the girl, Miya, seemed to have liked him, like all the other girls that came to his class. There were only a few that actually was there for the baking while the others were just there to goof off and look at their teacher.

When Rory pulled the assignment sheet to him it read:
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Baking 101 - Assignment: Bake a Party

Good day students! Thank you for being so patient with your professor, I have returned and that means that we need to celebrate. The seasons greeting is nearing and I figured since it is so close to the holidays that we would have a holiday party! Therefore at the end of this week we will be throwing a small party.

The assignment for this week will be the to create a dish, whether dessert or regular food, the only requirement of course is that your dish is baked. Be creative! The more creative your work is the better your grade will be.

Dessert Makers: Decorate! Be original with your designs, and try to make it as professional as you can. Think if you were presenting this to the headmaster of the school!

Food Makers: Mix and match your flavors! Create something that is not the norm. Let me taste food that will make my taste buds explode!

Remember the more creative your work is the better your grade is! If you do not have a dish you will get a failed grade on the assignment. If you have any questions come find me in my office or ask me after class.

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Draco waited for the last few students to enter his class before he stood. He waved at the few students that he remembered had returned and moved to sit on the corner of his station.

"Good afternoon class, today I thought we would start easy. Cookies. I'm sure a lot of you enjoy cookies, there are flour, eggs, butter, oil, and other things that will help you accomplish making cookies. You will find these things in the cabinets below you. If you want to do chocolate chips or peanut butter the stuff is in the cabinet shelves in the back."

The teacher would smile a little looking to Rory when he said chocolate. To most it would look as if he were just glancing over the boy to look at the people in the back. The girl behind them squealed a little and Draco could hear his ears twitch in aggravation. He turned the timer on and set it on the table readying his hand over the button to start it.

"Alright...you have 40 minutes, with the last 20 minutes of our hour I will taste test it after it has set for 15 minutes to cool. I would like for you to make soft cookies. If they manage to stay soft after the 15 minute cool down then you pass. Ready. Begin."

He tapped the button on top of the timer and smiled as he watched the students jump up to get things. Some went to the back while others stayed at their stations and opened the cabinets for their items. The teacher moved to the fridge in the back and pulled out a pint of milk. He poured himself a glass and moved to sit at his desk kicking his legs up and setting them on the desk. A sip of milk and he wondered how nasty and bad these cookies would be.

Draco had to be call numerous times to stand and come for help. One student had used the teaspoon instead of a tablespoon. Another read the measuring cup from the top angle instead of at eye level. It irritated him that they did these mistakes but at the same time it irritated him even more when Rory and Miya didn’t make any mistakes. It sucked that he had to be this professional during school. Damn your morals Draco, he thought and looked into another mixing bowl. Shaking his head he would dump a little more flour and butter into it before nodding for the pair to mix.

The girl from the beginning of the school year had raised her hand and Draco sighed inwardly, except he plastered a smile onto his face and walked toward her. “Yes?” The girls voice annoyed the living hell out of him. “Mr. Kitahara! Will you look at my cookie dough and see if it’s the right consistency?” Draco almost chuckled, so the girl did know the words Mr. and consistency. He looked in and nodded a little dipping his finger into it and stuck some into his mouth. Tongue lashed across the tip of his finger and he would review the favor. “Its fine. Now roll it into small balls and set them two inches apart on the baking tray.”

The girl grinned and cheesed though it changed into a full-fledged fan girling that the teacher had paid attention to her and told her that the cookie dough was good. From Rory’s table he heard apple sauce and how it was better for you. Draco smiled as if he were proud. A student, lover was never a good thing but it seemed as if Rory took his class seriously and he realized that not once Rory had asked him for any favors to pass the class. He minded through a few more groups before he would glance up seeing a green haired boy standing at his door. He motioned for the boy to enter and waited to see what he wanted. “What can I help you with?” Draco looked to the boys hand and recognized the transfer slip. “Any particular reason why you want to transfer into this class?”

@"Just_A_Myth"

@"Just_A_Myth"


Draco’s hand reached out and took the slip from the boy’s hand. He glanced down at it as the M.B. spoke, he had the same issue and someone had taken over instead. So he was getting a few more students. It would seem as he glanced up and there stood two more with the same slip. When he turned to look at M.B. he saw the boy winking at someone in the class. He turned his eyes slightly to see the direction and in his direct line of sight it was Rory and Miya. Did M.B. know Rory or Miya. The beginning of something unsettling started and he would nod, not knowing he would soon regret perhaps letting M.B. choose his own group.

“Go ahead and choose a group to be in. I’m sure anyone of those will let you in.”

He signed the transfer slip and handed it back to the green haired boy. Motioning for the other two, he got the same explanation and he would nod his head back to them in response, give the same instructions, before signing their transfer slip. Draco’s eyes glanced over to the one named M.B. and his mind wandered again as he smelled burning in one of the ovens.

“Someone’s cookies are burning.”

Several groups ran to their ovens and opened the doors. There were several sighs of relief but one that cried with dismay. He looked and who would have seen that it was the popular girl that had asked for his help. He sighed and pushed forth his shadow. It snaked through the classroom floor past sneakers and closed toed shoes. Passing one in particular that thought she could get away with flip flops. He would deal with her in a moment. Blonde still hadn’t turned the oven off yet but was crying about how she couldn’t believe her perfect cookies had burnt. The shadow snaked up the oven and the dial clicked off. The annoying woman’s voice was trailing up to him now as she blamed the quality of the baking materials must be shitty and that the school could afford to use high premium flour.