[northy.]

i'm a gryffindor! (: i have many hifflepuff friends, i hope this kal can join them!

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username: ryan ross.
kalon name: helga seeker
she is only called helga by family
and aquatences, she much prefers
to be called 'Seeker'.
She is named after the founder
of hufflepuff but thinks that
seeker much better represents
her.
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food memory:
seeker's favourite food memory is Christmas dinner in the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The weather that year had been particularly bitter that year and she was there to help with transporting decorations. She loved going to the school, she was fond of learning and loved to be around people, especially other Hufflepuffs! They treated her as a mascot and gave her so many treats and hugs. She loved falling asleep by the fire in the common room whilst the house members sang carols and watched movies. The atmosphere was something so dear to her, and is to this day. She hopes to be the mascot full time and live on the land. On the lead up to Christmas her, Hagrid, and many others and pulled evergreens up from the forest, travelled into Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley to collect decorations and gifts. She had never worked so hard in her life, and she loved every second of it, though there were many days when she was glad to have her scarf meeting her warm. All the hardwork paid off when stepped into that hall. The warmth and harmony radiated around each nook and cranny of this sacred place. She watched as students eyes traced her, they all knew that she was a large help in making this as perfect as it was. She walked what seemed like miles to get to the Hufflepuff table, and was honoured to be invited up onto the long pew. She looked on her plate to see that people had already filled her plate with much loved treats, mashed potato, vegetables, gravy, nutroast, and LOTS of roast potatoes! Over the course of they day she kept going back for more, she wasn't much of a foody, she preffered high sugar sweets or hot drinks, but this was truly sensational! She closed her eyed to feel the warths within that room, a good meal needs a good atmosphere.

seek with newt, niffler, and bowtruckle
by me, sorry for quality, it is mouse drawn

seeker and her badger friend, treasure
photo,editing, and traditional art by me
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[ghostmaker]

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[khvoxtic]

Username: KingKaigy || Kalon Name: Triton

Triton
French | Meaning: Newt
in reference to Newt Scamander

Eyes wide, Triton had scrambled into the kitchen at the mear smell of food cooking. Ears flickering this way and that as he watched people dart around the small and crowded room. He could see the sun setting through the window meaning it was surely time to eat. It had to be, why would there be people rushing around if it wasn't?

Sneaking into the kitchen, paws as light as a feather he twisted and turned, maneuvering around the masses, following his nose. There were scents of rosemary and thyme and cumin. Fish being fried and eggs being boiled. Squid being dipped into a mixture of flour, salt, and pepper. Dough being rolled out, smothered in sauce and sprinkled with cheese... and ham... and pineapple... gross.

But still, he followed his nose.
Dinner was great. Yes.

But dessert was always better.

Chocolate Fondu, Vanilla Icecream, Rocky Road, Caramel. The scents called him and lured him to the back of the kitchen where it was colder and not as busy. Looking around the dessert kitchen there was but a lonely kalon working on the sweet treats that had pulled at that sweet tooth of his. Sidling up beside them his eyes followed and watched every movement they made in preparation. The kal had a smile on their lips, having not only recognized, but acknowledged Triton sitting beside him.

A large oval plate, a squiggle of chocolate sauce, drizzled just off from touching the edges. A handful of Oreo crumb, dropped just off center creating a small mound. Two brownies, one lying down, and one leaning up. Rasberry Compote placed delicately around the edges as to not disturb the zigzag of chocolate. A scoop of vanilla ice cream being gently placed upon the crumb before final touches are added.

Three pansies delicately placed, two up at the top and one down at the bottom on a diagonal from each other. Two purple and one white, placed to bring colour to the dish. Mint to be placed on top of the ice cream before a light dusting of icing sugar.

Complete.

The kalon looked to Triton with a smile, there was wonder in his eyes, mesmerized by the way everything came together to create a perfect dessert. The noise from the kitchen having spiked once again as reality settled back in, having been too engrossed by the plating up of the dessert to even acknowledge the sounds around him. Trailing behind the Kalon as he had weaved and bobbed through the crowd in the kitchen only to settle the plate on a long silver bar.

A bell dinging notifying the wait staff an order had been made.

"Triton! There you are!" Cried an older looking man, moving over to scoop his kit up into his arms. "Oh, I hope he hasn't caused you much trouble." The cook just laughed, head shaking as he looked to the small kalon, now reunited with his family.

"Not at all. I enjoyed his company. It seems he'll make a fine young chef one day."


And he would.
Darting in and out of the crowd of kalons that took up most of the kitchen, he plated up dinner after dinner and dessert after dessert with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.
A chef, tall and proud, with a restaurant to call his own.
The memory of when he was young forever in his mind.
Forever in his heart.

(575 Words. 1 Image)

[yaksha.]

username: caius.
kalon name: nym.
favorite food memory:

Come now, child, settle in for a tale. Tuck in your paws, protect your nose from the cold -- I expect we'll be here a while.
This is not a tale of epic and valor, although our main character did grow up to be quite the hero. No, this tale is of their humble beginnings, of a time before the world grew dark and our horizons lay awash with shadows.
When she was born, her parents named her something quite different. It was a fitting name for a child such as her, but as she grew older, the kalon found distaste for it. With nothing to grasp onto nor a place to belong, she became known as Nym. The beginning of her concealing stemmed from here, for her very name spelled mystery.
Nym was a complicated kalon with complicated wants. There was always something special about her, something different that made her stand out against the other kits. She was inquisitive where they were not. She wanted to explore the forest. She wanted to swim to the bottom of the lake. Her desires were so vastly different that Nym was often left out of other games. But such a notion didn't get her down. No, she had a reason for her adventuring and exploring and paw steps left in the mud.
Nym was good at finding things. Sometimes they were coins and jewels, sparkling deep within the lake. Most of the time, however, they were ingredients. You see, Nym had a special nose, a kind of nose that only a few souls are ever born with. She could tell which fruit and vegetable were ripest, which were perfect for eating, which were due for medicine -- it was a talent her parents were quite proud of.
Our hero was not content with her life of day to day gathering. Traveling merchants and wandering souls much like herself often drifted through their town. Perhaps it was one of them who first spoke of it, but some say Nym could pick out the stalest of scents from these travelers' clothing.
Nym learned of a fruit known as the Golden Jewel, and the kalon grew eager to locate it.
She set out on a journey at the mere age of thirteen. Through forest and hill she trekked. Dungeons were explored, caves were slept in, and new friends were made. Nym was the happiest she'd ever been. Thoughts of the Golden Jewel became less and less of priority. Adventures and new lands were exponentially more fun, and soon a war of magic was upon their land. The kalon was sixteen years old when her name was changed and she became a Novice Mage. Nym's name would go down in history due to this course of action.
So, child, you must be wondering if she ever found that Golden Jewel. Some say she did, and her magic abilities stemmed from its core. Others say she gave up on that search, her nose unable to track down the sickly sweet fruit. Perhaps the Golden Jewel isn't a fruit at all, but rather a turning point in one's life. Whether you believe her tale to be true or not, one thing is certain -- Nym's journey began with the search of a fruit offering her wildest dreams. Without the Golden Jewel, she would not be the hero of this story.
That, children, is her fondest memory.

[hashtag]

username: hashtag
kalon name: Bell
favorite food memory: Thanksgiving when she was 5. Thanksgiving when Bell was five was magnificent.. the scents would come like a wave when entering her grandmother's home. All she could think about was the delicious cranberry sauce and fluffy stuffing that awaited her. Once at the dining table with her abnormally large family, they would start to pass the food. At last, Bell's plate was full, and so was her mouth. Soon enough, she was asking for thirds.
extras: n/a sorry!

[Mimu]

username: Mika
kalon name: tba
favorite food memory:
wip
extras:
Art is soon coming!

[Mackiot]

Welp, I'm going to go ahead and wish everyone good luck. I'm honestly terrified about this competition, lol. I just wish i didn't have finals week this week XD cant wait to see the rest of the house Kalons!

[foxxbreath]

Good luck everyone!! This babe is gonna fine an amazing home, thyere prescipus

[NightFlame22]

Ahhh good luck to all of you!! So many wonderfully delicious memories, I can't wait to see which one wins~

[WolfOfTheYear]

GL all!! hey look! Its the elusive Slytherin girl named Wolfy!