In a yellow colored office, a middle aged woman is sitting comfortable in a couch while enjoying a nice cup of tea. On the left a piping hot teapot is hovering in the air, while on the right hovers a tray with tarts and cakes. Enjoying her tea while working on the list of new students, a soft noice is heard, indicating a message.
'Aunt Helga, please com down to your common room, or else we will stain every furniture in the room' Hearing the threatening voice of her 'niece' Helga abruptly stands on her feet, pulling up the hem of her dress as she runs down stairs, making her way towards the common room. The statue opens as the strong odor of vinegar goes up het nostrils. While Helena is dry, Willow is still dripping wet, leaving a trail of vinegar wherever she walks. Seeing Willow make her way towards her favorite couch, she grabs her wand and lifts them in the air.
"I understand why you would be mad, but it's just a practical joke, there is no harm done right?" Helga smiles as she got there in the nick of time.
"Though a prank it may be, payback is requested. Look forward to your next few meals my dear aunt" Helena gives a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
'Aunt Helga never learns. You can prank anyone but Helena.' Willow sighs en closes her eyes in resignation, as Helga's next meal is decided. Looking pitifully at their aunt, Willow makes a small prayer for her aunt. 'Please don't die of food poisoning'.
"Aunt Helga, would you be so kind as to put me down? And perhaps get this vinegar off of me while we're at it" Willow smiles as she got hit by most of the prank.
"Of course, I'll do it right now" With a wave of her wand, warm air and a cleaning spell is covering Willow and Helena as the vinegar disappears off of their clothes. "Now what bring you two to my humble abode?" Helga says while she cleans up the last bits of vinegar on the floor.
"I want to make the recipes you gave me at my birthday, but we can't find the kitchen...Hogwarts is like a maze, you can't find anything unless you ask" Willow grumbles as she really wants to eat something. While trying to keep her stomach quiet, she spots the cake tray hovering in the air. 'Well won't you look at that'.
"Perhaps we can try making a carrot cake. I see you have one right there, mind if I taste test. You know, too make sure I get it right" Willow smiles as she eyes the tray. Following Willows eyes Helga smiles. "Well why don't you just join me for tea, we might even continue where we left of last time we spoke". Hearing Helga's words a twitch is forming at Willows eye.
"Well why not. But can you first point us in the direction of the kitchen, I bet Helena wants to start right away". Looking at the annoyed Helena, Willow tries to make her leave. 'Better not find out Baron likes her. Who know what kind of payback I'll receive'. Not seeing the panic in Willows eyes, Helena agrees.
Trying to get away from Helga as soon as possible. Even if Salazar is Helga's friend, that doesn't mean Helena must like her. Helga smiles as she opens the portrait. While leading the way they stop in front of a painting of a fruit bowl. "Now what do you think you should do? Keep my painting in thought while you act". Helga smiles as she sees Helena back away, trying to avoid another basin full of vinegar. Seeing Helena cower away, Willow sighs in defeat.
She steps forward and gropes the painting in every way possible. Seeing the pear begin the laugh after she touches it. Curiosity fills Willows eyes. 'How can a painting be perverted, a pear no less. What would they do if it where a painting of an old man, or a woman. 'Wizards really are strange'.
The pear flips to the side, turning into a doorknob. Opening the now formed door, a kitchen is revealed. Large rows of furnaces and countertops are filled with at least hundreds of busy house elves. 'They really should bathe. Those towels look disgusting'. Waving the disgusted Helena goodbye, Willow and Helga return to her office as she promised she would come by for a visit.
"Can't you do something about hygiene? Those towels seem really dirty, who knows where those hands have been. Is it really safe to touch food with dirty hands?" Willow questions as she imagines those hands having cleaned up toilets.
Trying to hold back a gag, she meets Helga's eyes. Helga smiles as she looks at the now green face of Willow. "I tried to give them clothes, even a bath, but they would vehemently refuse. I don't want to force them, now what to do?" Helga says while contemplating different ideas on how to implement them.
"Can't you say it would influence their service. For dirty clothes will influence the food and the taste. Some time off to experiment with different ideas and ingredients. All to better their services, All to make me not feel disgusted while eating and thinking what they might or might not have touched with every bite of food I take". A shiver runs down Willows back as she mentions the last part. Making Helga bellow in laughter.
"You really are a strange one Willow. Very well I'll try to convince them. Now eat some cake, Rowena was looking for the two of you. Something about your wand arriving today". Helga smiles as she sees Willows eyes light up at the mentioning of their wands.
Willow carefully grabs a slice of carrot cake and scrutinizes the slice. Though perhaps dirty, the taste is amazing. She really wants to try the recipe once she has some time. Enjoying a nice meal with Helga, Willow talks some more about the boy named Baron and the magical creatures she has met so far. While laughing at the adventures they had while younger they forget one thing. The older sister she left behind in the kitchen.