I am not a Soup Kitchen [[ Fionn ]]

Saturday, the best day to wake up early. Most students were still asleep, and those that had awoken already were off generally being quiet, studying or reading. Raivis, still clad in his pajamas and a robe, found his way into the kitchens, yawning. It was a nice morning; chilly still, but he'd soon fix that when he commandeered an oven from the house elves. His favourite dish was something the elves couldn't quite make right, they just didn't know the right way to do it...and cooking wasn't something Raivis minded. Rolling up his sleeves, Raivis searched the kitchen for the needed ingredients and started a broth base. Soon the kitchen was warm with the smell of chicken and corn soup, leaving the poor Latvian cooking with a rumbling tummy.