#16 - Task Force Tarrow

Langford loved being outdoors, and he was content to keep his snowball fights, and other wild winter antics, to ambushing Jacob Thatcher the next time their paths crossed outside the castle. His morning with the Gryffindor had kept him smiling while he collected a few ingredients for Professor Snape, but now he preferred to continue the rest of his search where it was warm.

He hadn't visited the kitchens much before. It might've made sense that he, as a loud and proud Hufflepuff, visited them often. But even though his own common room was nearby, his friends were usually the ones that brought snacks to the commons for everyone to share. Because of this, the last thing he expected when he walked in was instant warmth against his cold cheeks and a familiar aroma filling his nose. Was this where Victoria Vargas made those pastries?

Taking a moment to look around, Luckett's eyes widened first at the slight newness of it, and secondly at the house-elves. He knew it was rude to gawk, and sank into his scarf a bit while he watched them mill about, mouth obscured so they wouldn't think his smile was a mocking one. House-elves he'd read about in the paper -- though it should've been him with an article. No offense to them or anything, but come on. He was Hogwarts' first annual dueling champion!

'You all right, friends? I thought I'd pay you lot a little visit.' He undid his scarf, letting it rest around the broad base of his neck. 'I got to be honest, my head is feeling scrambled. I'm looking for something called tarrow? Have you heard of it? It looks like a root, or a vegetable, of some kind. I don't really know.' He chuckled awkwardly. 'I need some.'

His light amber eyes gleamed and his smile was charming -- suitable for this sort of situation when he needed something. He skirted around any house-elves that were around him, trying not to knock them over if they were running past him for something or another. His smile lingered as he glanced around the vast room again, his mouth parting to reveal the whites of his teeth.