Midnight Snack (Open)

Starving. One good thing about being in the Hufflepuff house, happened to be the distance to the kitchens. Literally a hop skip and a jump, something Vicente Joram Mortelle the Fifth was notorious for taking advantage of. Prowling down the hall, his shoes barely hitting the floor as he turned toward the painting of a pear. Tickling it's little side, he skipped through portal. Bag at his side, where it always was when he was out and about, but his stomach rolled. Joram had always been around house elves, but his father was so nice to them that he never held any animosity or contempt toward them.

Blinking a little as he saw a Slytherin sixth year lounging within the walls of the Hogwarts Kitchens. "My my, don't believe I've seen you in here before Maxwell." In a chipper mood, Joram waltzed into the main part of the kitchen, he was craving some Cacciucco. "Everything okay? I heard you whispering to yourself when I stepped in. No need to tell me though I didn't mean to pry, just needed to get my cooking addiction to settle down." Joram has never really been close with other Slytherins, aside from Integra, and Rodolphus, and Lucius, and well apparently he's in with the in crowd, for the most part. Shrugging a little, he smiled down at the house elves who were scurring around him as he called called out a few ingridients.

The elves were very diligent, and actually extremely perfect at picking the finest of components. It was just like making a magical brew and it was his most favorite dish. "Ehi amico! Do you want any of this, is that sandwich really going to tide you over, I mean I'm going to be making enough to feed a family of six or seven. Mio Padre used to make this for me when I wasn't feeling well, and then he told me I needed to learn how to make it for myself, so when I have kids later they will be able to have it when they're feeling under the weather."

Adding a few clean cut calamari, 12 oz of baby octopus, some sage, garlic and stock, a pound of monkfish, red snapper and a handful of mussels all to the boiling pot. Taking a bottle of straight up Mortelle White and adding it to a fry pan for a little pizzazzas! Continuing to chop the items up, he looked through a little window at the Zeke Maxwell who was still feasting upon the sandwich and he smiled. "You're looking a little under the weather yourself, so I have to insist that you have a bowl of it. It's a lot of seafood so I hope you're not allergic."

Normally the brew would take hours to complete, but with the touch of magic, all the aroma and flavour happened to be just as strong and powerful. Filling a couple bowls he pushed through the doors and slipped the bowl onto the table. "I know you don't exactly know much about me, but this is my favorite and I wouldn't do a single thing that tamper with the flavor. I swear my father would have my head if he found out that I screwed with his recipe. Eat up!"

Sliding the dish across the table, Joram sat down and looked at Zeke for a moment. "You're more than welcome, there is no possible way for me to finish off that entire pot on my own." Jor was usually all up in everyone's drama, and he heard a lot through the grape vine, but he was also very loyal. This Hufflepuff boy was a very social individual, but even he had no idea what was going through the head of this Slytherin boy.

Violet eyes watching the guy before him as he took a bite. It was apparent in the way his eyes lit up that Joram had created, once again, a masterpiece. "I'm glad you like it." With a nod, Joram kicked his feet up on an unoccupied chair and smiled brightly. "Yea, actually. When things are getting hairy I tend to come here and chill out. Cooking seems to be my main vice, normally its Butterbeer and on the occasion Firewhiskey when my father decides to pay a visit to Hogsmeade. So yea, I think I do this a lot more often than I like to think."

That was the truth, Joram could find himself cooking up a storm when there was something bothering him. It was bred into his blood, all men in the Mortelle line have been great cooks in their time, and they wouldn't settle for anything less. It all started at a young age, when he was able to see the top of the stove, but it was great therapy. Spooning the array of seafood into his maw, there was an insane flavor rolling from the center.

"Ah, the good ol' women issues, I am all too familiar with that feeling." His ears were wide open as he listened to what Zeke had to say and there was an inkling of a feeling welling up inside. "I get it, trust me. The person that I have been pursuing is also in an arranged marriage and it's harder than hell watching hi- her being sucked into something she doesn't want, and it's oddly the same thing. One thing I hate is why everyone marries in for money. Seriously, it's nineteen seventy-six, isn't it a little old fashioned?"

Leaning back a little more, Joram looked up at the ceiling for a moment before resting his eyes back on Zeke. "I'll keep you in mind then. Perhaps you'll be my guinea pig for new creations. Don't worry it won't be anything too scary." Joram laughed has his hands wrapped around the edge of the bowl. A smile on his lips as bright as the day as the Hufflepuff boy lifted the bowl toward his maw. Finishing off the stew quickly, he noted that it really hit the spot.

"Aye, it seems to be the same for me. Though it tends to be more frustration. One of my regulars seems to have hooked up with a boyfriend. I didn't think it would have any affect on me at all, but I was mistaken." Jor was pleased that Zeke fancied the feast. He wouldn't settle for anything less and when Joram really wanted quality he wasn't shy in the ingredients. "Oh, no need to worry about that my dear friend. I seem to be just the sort of guy you're looking for. Especially if you're into whiskey." A laugh slipped from his throat and through his chops. Sinking his hand deep into his messenger bag Joram pulled out a seemingly half-empty bottle of Parkers Heritage Bourbon.

There just so happened to be a couple of glasses stacked on top, and he set them out. "Thank you for the offer mate, I'll look into it." Speaking quietly as he filled the small glasses about halfway. "Can't have a good meal without a great drink, so here is to a fine evening away from the chaos!" He rose his glass careful not to spill the seemingly expensive amber liquid.

"Well, it seems I'm aware of who you're talking about, Rodolphus isn't exactly happy about it either. I can't exactly get into the middle of everything either. Integra isn't really on great terms with Bella so I don't know too much. Why doesn't she just disobey her parents? I know they don't love each other. I mean if they did Rod wouldn't be sleeping with the school, and they would be extremely happy about it. I know I would disobey my father if he ever decided on an arranged marriage, but I don't think he would dream about it." Joram spoke quietly, being a pureblood had it's perks, but it was also horrible and very demanding.

"My father said there is a chapel he went to in Las Vegas, in the United States on business, he said that there were many people getting married without consent of their parents. If you love her Zeke, honestly, if you truley and completely love her don't give the hell up. I've seen it first hand and it was quite personal. I fell in love with this girl a few years back, I swore that she was the one, but she left me and after a week of trying to get her back I gave up. I just don't want to see the same thing for you. Even if it is Bellatrix Black, who I'm not exactly close with, you shouldn't just stop because of some stupid arranged marriage. It's 1976, and it's far too old fashioned. I'm not exactly a matchmaker or love guru, well maybe the latter, but don't just throw it all away due to the whims of her parents." With that Joram polished off his glass and filled it up once more. Offering to fill his as well.