It had been a very long time since Frobertus had had the chance to interact with his friends in the Kitchens. Disappointingly long, although Jingle and a few of the elves that tended to the grounds did check up with him. He burst through the doors as if everything was the same, that no time had passed between them all. The elves, catching on, did the same, trying hard to continue their cooking and cleaning without being as delightfully happy as they usually were in each others presence. Frobertus, of course, was the first to break the silence, grabbing as many elves as he could into a very wide hug. They went back to cooking as Frobertus told them of what was occurring on the grounds, what he’d done in the previous month. “Snow is a very, very good thing.” said Frobertus to the elves. They all knew this, but communally felt the acknowledgement of it was nice.
At long last, the elves finished the preparations for the day, quicker as per usual when the Friar comes around. They made sure no one was looking about… and walked into one of Hogwarts’ courtyards. The sun had still yet to rise due to the season, but with a few torches, snowballs were flurrying across the yard in what might’ve looked like a blizzard. It was after most everyone’s feet were soaked that they realized this was probably not the brightest of ideas, so the elves and the Friar hurried inside, making sure to keep silent as to not wake anyone, or cause disturbance. They moved silently back to the Kitchen, where Jingle was, in fact, looking about for the missing elves. He turned around as Frobertus jogged up to greet him, both laughing and smiling. The elves decided to take a break, and swapped stories with Frobertus.
The Friar, after enjoying the elves’ company for sometime, decided he required some sustenance, and so bid them good day as he left them to do their jobs and grabbed some food before heading out to his own, if only to walk amongst the snow-covered forest. He sat in perfect silence, appreciating the past hours and trying to find a spot to watch the sun rise. His task went unaccomplished as Frobertus’ stomach growled, choosing to sit in the Great Hall and eat. He let what he had packed for Breakfast down onto a rather large plate. He prayed thanks, took a moment of silence to admire what had gone on throughout this Castle, and dug in. It’d been too long since Frobertus allowed himself some rest, and this day… This day seemed like the perfect time to give in.