Kitchen

Laughing a little when his face turned red she wrapped arms around him giving him a hug. "Oh really? Well I might take you up on the offer some day."

Watching him she smiled still. "I know I know... don't get your boxers in a bunch. Its alright I am fine." Letting go of Luke, she began to walk around him until getting so she could see his face.

Looking around a little trying to think of a place. "Mhm... um... the forest sounds fun. Exploring places is fun."

Nadya responded with a low growl at her new nickname, but the sweet aroma of roast kept her occupied shortly after. She completely ignored the alarm, walking passed it to open the oven, letting the heat lift into her face invitingly.

She turned on him sourly as she answered, halfway through getting the roast out of the oven, despite lack of oven mitts. It stung, but she pushed passed that, and set it on the counter to relieve herself of the burning sensation, "Oh, vas that vhat I vas doing? I vasn't sure, since the last thing I can remember vas you throwing von of your vile potions at me!" But her anger quickly dissolved as her stomach growled, and she focused on the roast once again.

She grumbled to herself complaining about how it wasn't that bad, but she search the cabinet he had specified, getting the salve. She then said, "So vas I really such an ass that you had to shut me up back in that cave?" She asked mildly as she examined the salve. Assuming she had to apply it by rubbing it onto the burn, she did just that after opening the container.

Nadya snorted, sitting herself on an empty spot on the island, finally hitting the alarm so it would stop beeping, "My life does not need saving. Then again, it vas your fault for putting me in danger in the first place, so consider it an even score."

"So now it's kitten is it? That sounds very preverted, and it sounds stupid." She crossed her arms as she spoke, "And no, it vas all because of me that the taboo has been cast on my name. But if I had not run into you, I vould never haff had to worry about that- erm, someone, coming after me."

"Even more stupid. And vhy do you think I vas living out in the voods? I don't stay anyvhere long, and if I feel very concerned, I stick to crowded places." Nadya smirked lightly, "You may already know her, maybe not personally, but by sight. Probably vould not believe me if I told you though." Her stomach grumbled again, "Can ve eat already?"

"Zero to a few magical protection spells, won't save you with her, and crowded places would do little when attack by said witch." People tried to use logic to make them fair safe. Magic on the other hand was not based on logic, not entirely anyways.

His mother always said, "Expect what was logical that a Dark wizard would do, and set it aside. Come up with a scenario unlikely and follow that path." Luke said that to Nadya as well. "What it means is that Powerful wizards and witches think differently than other wizards and witches. They can circumvent the system in place, get through the loopholes, than leave no trace." He learn those meaning fast when he chased after Tyler. He is still chasing after him, but the man was illusive.

he plopped the potatoes in a serving dish and set it on the small kitchen table in the living room. He went back to the kitchen and brought back two forks, two plates, two knives, and another larger knife.

(To the living room.)

"I understand," he said with a weary smile. He slipped by Misery, as he walked pass the stairs to the basement, through the kitchen. Alexander knew that he had not eaten all day, but right now even if he wanted too, he probably could not stomach what awaited for him, after Misery tells him the truth of what it is to come.

"We are going up to the attic," he told her, now going through the boring living room. It had zero personality, except shabby arm chairs, and worn out couches all surrounded by the tele and the fireplace. It almost look like not a wizard family lives here. "It is- you will see." Not really knowing how to explain the reason why.

He took the staircase two steps at a time, with his long legs, and went down the long hall, where the rooms coincide. A note hanged on the Guess bedroom address to Luke, but he walked right passed it. The only room left ajar was the last room, Alexander's room. Truffle, Amelia's cat stopped trying to catch the mini broom that flew around his bed room, and stared at the new comer. Uninterested she went back to what he was doing, which was alluding her grasp.

(I do not know why but I am having fun describing my house in this rp. I think I am going to update my first post of every room in the house later this week.)