101 Misunderstandings
Katia frowned once again as the wrong dessert was presented to her, she dismissed it with a prim wave of her hand.
Alisa sighed whilst Jess groaned and slammed her head against the table dramatically. The trio had been at this all dinner: Jess or Alisa would get one of the desserts on display and show it to Katia hoping it was the sweet treat she had been looking for and craving all week, but with forty minutes spent not eating but investigating something that seemed to be hopeless, Alisa and Jess were starting to get greatly agitated. They knew it wasn't Katia's fault, the language barrier was a tough thing to deal with and Katia had improved immensely over the years, though right now? They wished to send her back to the Slytherin table.
Katia held her head in her hands and sobbed when Jess passed her another dessert that was not the one she was looking for, "Zat' is noht' what I meant!"
She grieved as Alisa then proceeded to pass her a bowl of trifle, "No! Not zis' one either!"
THREE DAYS AGO
Recalling a truly amazing dessert that she had consumed her first night at Hogwarts, Katia was inexplicably stricken with the overwhelming urge to eat it again. The only problem was... she didn't know the English word for it and no amount of physical description seemed to work- evidently so as she had spent an entire school period interrogating Twinky the house elf about it and gotten no where.
"It iz' brown!" She exclaimed from her seat at a table in the infamous Hogwarts kitchen (during her search for it, where she had wandered for hours, she had begun to think that it simply wasn't real, that it was fictional and did not exist in the mortal plane... then a nice Hufflepuff told her exactly where it was and how to get in).
The house elf whimpered and shrinked back from Katia, "Miss, plenty of desserts are brown, Twinky is sorry! Twinky doesn't know what Miss wants!"
Katia lost her cool. "IT IZ' BROWN!"
Another house elf, the manager probably, stormed up to her and pointed a bony finger at her, "Now, that's quite enough now, Miss. Chef won't have Miss yelling and abusing the poor Hogwarts staff. Twinky has anxiety!"
"идиот! (idiot) All of youh' actually!" She complained as the manager house elf started to push her out of the kitchen by her calves.
TWO DAYS AGO
She resorted into sneaking into the kitchen during the early hours of the morning to possibly recreate the dish. It couldn't be that hard right?
It was... a disaster.
In the span of five minutes, she had accidentally dropped seven tubs of spices onto the floor and causing them to split and coat the floor, she had burnt the metal spoon she was using to mix the somehow green batter she had made, and she had set fire to water. That last one had caused her to panic and start screaming.
The house elves were awoken by her screaming. The manager house elf entered the room followed by a small fleet of house of elves and they started screaming when seeing the damage that Katia had inflicted to their kitchen. Katia spotted Twinky rocking back and forth and crying.
Needless to say, she had been blacklisted from the kitchen.
PRESENT DAY
The plates of deserts had slowly started to vanish as dinner was coming to a close, most of the students had started to retreat to their dorms and bed. In a final rapid craze, Alisa and Jess pushed varied amounts of desserts infront of the Katia, hoping that one of them was the one she had been bugging them about, Katia became more and more frustrated with how much her supposed friends kept misunderstanding her "Custard" she stated as Alisa passed her a bowl of ice cream.
Suddenly, the Russian jumped up. Alisa and Jess watched as she stormed up the Gryffindor table, directly to George Weasley who was currently shovelling a spoon full of sticky toffee pudding into his mouth. In a flash, Katia had snatched the spoon from his mouth and the bowl.
The Russian girl started pointing at it frantically "THIS."