A Second Generation Whateley Academy Tale
Dorms of Our Lives
By Wasamon, Souffle Girl, and Malagua
with the assistance of the usual suspects
Season 4, "A Picnic Outing"
It was a quarter to two, and everything was finished. The fruits of his labor were arranged in boxes on the counter by the ovens in the Home Ec. kitchens. Daniel was rather proud of his efforts, both magicked and mundane. The cookies were nestled within cupcake sleeves in groups of five, and they looked neatly cute in their display tin. The two cakes had taken a lot out of him. The next time he took a job like this, he needed to insist on enough lead time to properly bake something instead of relying solely on his power.
Still, all was ready for the Bohemians' little viewing party for the picnic tournament that afternoon. He was sorta surprised that no one else had approached him for catering, though he was thankful, too. It'd be a while before his stamina recovered enough for him to handle anything bigger than an individual ring donut or two every few minutes.
"Hey, Danny? Ya in here? Monica said ya needed needed some help?"
Jordain Statham, a.k.a. Ophidian, was in his English class with Ms. Barnes, though he rarely had a chance to talk with her there. Most of the words to pass between them had crossed over the pastry counter. Much like the rest of campus, Jordain never said no to a Saturday morning cinnamon roll.