Novel & Cerita Kitchen Wizard Block Tales

"I would like to know what exactly you put in there. And of course I would like to taste it." "Well you will," Tara said after giggling. "You sure will. There's a lot i can show you." The kitchen was big, with a lot of utensils and equipments for cooking, littering over the expanse of its space. In this place magic was made, I thought to myself. Really beautiful magic. The aroma that floated, itself, was really nothing short of beauty, not the type that could be seen by eyes.; it was one that could be perceived by the nose.

After going down a few steps, we arrived at a wide kitchen. The walls were the color of red clay, with a huge black marble counter where several she-wolves were chopping vegetables, seasoning meat, peeling potatoes. Across the room, at the double sink, two others were washing pots and dishes, and on a large stove several pans were simmering with food. The entire kitchen smelled of cooking, and I didn’t know where to look with so many she-wolves talking all at once, moving about while doing their tasks. Lena asked me to wait in a corner while she went over to one of the women at the stove to say something important.

The antique looking cookbook, themed after witches and wizards, was what propelled me into my passion for baking. “Let’s see…” I trailed off, pulling two from the shelf at random. Colorful pictures jumped out at me until I chose one from each book, as I did every night. “…how does bacon jam burgers and a black forest pudding cake sound?” “Sounds like I need to start paying you instead of the other way around. You keep spoiling me like this, and I might not want to retire.” Jackie teased, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Next time you make some of them cheesecake bars, I’ll take another pan. Phil went crazy over those things.”

The table skidded; the chairs screamed on tile. “Kitchen!” Tara snapped, pivoting. Her burst chewed fur and hide; the wolf recoiled, snarled—then hit the boards again, harder. Jake dropped a mag, slammed another. “Hold the hall,” he said, already moving. He hit the kitchen threshold as the she-wolf from the garden came on again—same scarred forearm, same hateful eyes. She dragged the table with her body, claws shredding timber. Up close her stink was metallic and wrong.

The kitchen smelled of lemon; it was fresh and perfectly clean. There were two doors at the end of the kitchen, one was the laundry room but the other was something that surprised Saffron. The walls had open shelves, and they held hundreds of bottles of all different sizes. On another wall were piles of ledgers and books labelled Illness, Truth, Lies, and Love. Hanging from the ceiling were bunches of herbs and other plants, bunches of feathers, and… What was that Saffy squinted at the ceiling, bunches of tied fur? Laughing inside, she would no doubt find a cauldron and a jar of frog’s legs in a minute.

“First though, I have something you might like.” We wove back through the castle, past the dinning table and into the largest kitchen I had seen next to the one in the High Council’s castle. This was far more modern though. It also made you feel like it was used by a witch. The dark green cabinets and different flowers drying gave it a feeling like I could easily find a cauldron somewhere in here. “I’m glad I decided to stay up last night. Sometimes, I just get feelings that I will need things.”

She muttered something under her breath, words I didn't catch, and a faint green light appeared briefly in her hands, It flickered and went out. She clicked her tongue. "I've been trying to steal chocolate from this kitchen for three weeks, " she announced, not particularly bothered by the broken dish. "And every single time, something goes wrong. " I stared at her. "You could just walk in and take it. " "I could, " she agreed, examining the shelf above the counter. "But being a witch has made me terribly lazy over the years, I'd rather sit at home and make

" In search of sustenance, I found myself at. She never did, though. She resorted to hiding, like a coward, until Salvetti walked in and told her a story of a baby who felt eerily familiar to her shattered psyche. "Therefore, we need to feed it. I know I can find what I'm looking for somewhere in the kitchen." Since she was at a loss for alternatives, she gave in. If she was so ineffective, she might as well go along with his plan. A huge area with rough rock for walls served as the kitchen. Something about it suggested it may have been discovered in a cave. On one wall were four black stoves, four dishwashers, and a rack of pots and pans suspended from the ceiling. Wooden cabinets stood on

He rubbed my face with his cold hands and disturbed my focus. I pushed his hand away and glared angrily at Owen. "What do you think you're doing?" "Why are you stunned and smiling to yourself like that? Just because you saw my uncle cooking? Have you never seen a man cook? Don't you always see me cooking in the kitchen every day?" Owen looked annoyed, and I didn't know what had made him like that. "You should be wary when a wizard says he wants to make you dinner. Have you never watched animated children's films with witch characters?"

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.