NOVEL NEXT Chapter 14: CH 14
But he wanted to do something special. Just once.
So he took the pouch and left the temple for the market district.
Still high on his exceptional good mood, Harry carefully, yet confidently, walked down the steps and to the market. Hestia had explained it to him – supernatural creatures often changed their appearance, and as long as he acted as if he had the right to be there, he'd be left alone.
Or rather, he should be. A major god or goddess would be able to detect him as being mortal, and then he'd be in trouble. If they bothered to look, that is.
Arriving at the market, Harry smiled as he made his way passed the various stalls. He very much liked it here, with the hustle and bustle of various people.
After making his purchases, he was on his way back, when he noticed a very tall bearded guy was stalking a pretty girl. The girl knew it, apparently, as she looked at him, giggled, then pretended to flee from him. Bearded Guy chased her into a darkened alley.
Harry shrugged. Perhaps they were playing chase? He didn't know adults played like that. Aunt Petunia and Uncle would have rather eaten broken glass than play chase, Harry was sure of it.
As he continued on his walk, he passed the alley he had seen Bearded Guy chase the girl into. He glanced into the alley, and found that Bearded Guy seemed to have his tongue halfway down the girl's throat! His hands were on her behind holding her up, as he had her pinned against the wall of the alley with her legs around his waist.
Harry throw a hand in front of his mouth. That was so gross! Forget regular kissy face, Bearded Guy was obviously a pervert of some kind!
He turned tail and ran; no way was he getting involved in Bearded Guy's perversions! Whatever he was doing to that poor girl, she didn't seem to mind much, as her arms had been around his neck, and she wasn't struggling to get away.
Once he arrived at the temple, he closed the large double doors, and leaned his back against them, his heart pounding. He shouldn't have seen what he had seen, he was sure of it, and he was glad that nobody had noticed him. He'd probably be in a lot of trouble if the Bearded Guy had seen him.
Trying to forget about Bearded Guy and what he was doing to that poor girl, Harry cooked himself a nice dinner. With lots of vegetables. Hestia had explained to him that he should get balanced meals, and that included both meat and vegetables. Having never been in a position to be a picky eater, Harry would eat anything. So, if Hestia told him to eat vegetables, he'd eat vegetables.
After he finished his meal, and feeling quite nicely full, Harry started making his special dessert.
When the dessert was in the oven, his thoughts went back to Bearded Guy.
"Hello Harry," Hestia said, suddenly in his kitchen. He jumped slightly, not having heard her arrive while thinking about the bearded pervert.
"Hi Hestia!" he greeted back, giving her a hug.
She looked at the oven. "What are you cooking?" "Dessert!" Harry said, grinning. He looked at the timer, startled, and yanked the oven open. Grabbing the oven mitts, he lifted the tray out.
"Moelleux au Chocolat," Hestia said, seeing the creations. "That is quite a difficult dessert to make."
Harry picked one out of the forms, and put it on a plate. He eyed it, not sure if he had gotten it right.
"May I?" Hestia asked, always the polite one.
Harry smiled. "Sure," he said, glad to have someone else do the honors.
Conjuring a small fork, Hestia opened the little cake. To Harry's disappointment, the inner chocolate did not ooze out. Instead, it had set.
"It is a difficult recipe to get right, Harry," the kind goddess told him, before taking some of the pastry and tasting it. "The taste is exactly right. Had you taken it out of the oven a minute and a half earlier, it would have been perfect."
Harry smiled faintly, and tried some himself. It tasted great.
"There is a reason why a dessert chef is different from a regular chef," Hestia said, recognizing his disappointment. "Desserts are hard; sometimes a minute or two can make a large difference. The taste of the moeulleux was exactly right, that in itself is an achievement." Harry leaned in close. "I like the desserts the best, though. Especially chocolate," he whispered.
Hestia smiled widely, and leaned back. "I do, too," she said, laughing softly.
Harry laughed too, glad his friend agreed with him. As they laughed together over shared secrets, Hestia felt some of the worry over him release. It was good to laugh, to be excited about things, and it showed that Harry was slowly getting better.
"Hestia?" Harry asked, suddenly jarring her from her thoughts.
"Do you think so?" Harry asked, having already finished the first moeulleux and starting on a second. He opened it up. It was set, too. He shrugged, and started in on it. He loved chocolate!
"I know so," Hestia said with a grin. "There are professional chefs that struggle with this dish. As I said, just a minute and a half less cooking time, and they would have been perfect."
Harry nodded. " Thanks Hestia."
She smiled back. "You're welcome, Harry."
They were silent for a few minutes as Harry finished his dessert. "Can I ask where you got the recipe?" she finally asked.
Harry frowned slightly. "It was on the book of recipes you gave me." He got up, grabbed the book, and showed her the page.
Hestia smiled faintly. "How very interesting. That book has a bit of my godly magic in it. In essence, it was supposed to give you only the recipes that you would be able to handle in essence, a tutor in culinary skills, revealing harder and harder recipes as you gain skill. For it to have already given you this recipe, it means you have made a lot of progression in a short amount of time."
Harry looked excited again, and Hestia was glad for it. She liked it when he was excited. "I keep trying new things for dinner, usually I have enough for lunch the next day but when I don't, I try something new for lunch, too."
"Really?" Hestia asked, surprised. She had noticed that Harry ate a varied amount of food, but she hadn't been keeping close enough tabs on him to notice he ate a different meal every day. He was certainly making up for the time lost at the Dursleys! "That is very good of you," she told him. "Yes, Harry?" she answered.
"Is there a god of desserts?" he wondered.
He just nodded.
"First, I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers," Hestia started. "I am the eldest..."
In the end, it was complicated to explain the different gods without actually naming them, and Hestia had to go and retrieve a book so that Harry could read up on them. Over the
Hestia laughed softly. " There's no god or goddess dedicated solely to desserts, Harry," she explained. "However, as I am the goddess dedicated to the home, the hearth, and everything associated with keeping the home, cooking in all forms falls in my domain." Harry nodded. "So that's why you're so good at it?"
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