5 o' clock

Mason had spent a lot of his day in the bathroom. He escaped to the Room of Requirement where he seemed to be going a lot lately, since last week. The room had transformed into a kitchen for his use. He had all the baking supplies he needed from the house elves that donated him things that would go bad and they couldn't use, things he could use to apologize to Rohan. He kneaded and chopped and sat in front of the oven until, pop!

Apple pie.

He ran to the owlry to send a note to Rohan.

Han, we need to talk, meet me in the Room of Requirement at 5:10

He hustled back to his kitchen. He had already made up with Thea and Chloe, but Rohan was still fuming mad at him. His pie was done and it sat on the pie, resting. "Where are you Han?" Mason said to himself as he looked at his watch. "He should be here in 5 minutes"

Mason busied himself trying to clean up and distract himself, but he kept sitting in his chair, and tapping his foot. He almost forgot the ice cream! He jumped to the small fridge where the vanilla ice cream, sat, alone in the freezer, also given by the house elves in the basement. He bent down to get it, his head in the freezer, reaching for it.

Rohan was painting his latest masterpiece, an intricate absract art concept.  The canvas was covered in patterns and little splotches of color for dramatic affect.  He wasn't painting his feelings, he was just making art for fun and entertainment.  As his steady hand guided the paintbrush lightly across his creation, he heard the coo of Peregrine.  He turned to see his owl by the window next to his bed.  

Peregrine had a small note tied to his leg, and it looked as if it were the work of Mason.  Ugh.  He thought.  He read the note.  "Oh, another room of requirement meeting.  More truth or dare?" Rohan muttered to himself.  He had had enough of that kid's antics!  He stayed up in the dormitories, ignoring Mason's request.  He can kiss my ass.

After another 10 minutes of waiting, Mason went out of the room, and up to the dorms. He walked into the room, Rohan was set up by his easel, painting a jumble of colors ans smears that Mason couldn't get. He wasn't an artist, he was a writer, a baker, and a geek. He closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing? Did you get my note?" mason crossed his arms and started tapping his foot. "I worked hours to make something for you, would you come to the Room of Requirement so i can show you how sorry I am?!" He yelled at the last part, desperation sneaking into his voice as he stared at Rohan's back.

He read Mason like an open book.  He was quite obviously desperate for something, based on the way his voice pitched as he called to him.  "Yeah, you made me another potion so I can spend hours smothering myself in paint."

He kept his back turned, focusing on his painting.  But not entirely.  "Sorry for what, forgetting to insult me?" His painting got a little more angry, despite how hard he tried to simmer down.

"Listen, I don't want to go to the room of requirement so I can hear you cry yourself to sleep and play truth or dare.  Oops, did I say that?" He knew he burned deep in Hawkins although he wasn't even looking at him.

Mason's face burned bright red, he wanted to scream. Han was making him frustrated beyond belief. Mason walked behind Rohan, grabbed the paint brush he was using, creating a yellow slash a few inches down the paper and threw it on the ground. "Come with me" He grabbed Rohan's arm. He started walking towards the door, he turned his face back to Rohan.

"Please Rohan? Please?" Mason was going to explode if Han refused to go with him, his face read sadness, sweat on his forehead from sitting in from of the oven and caramelizing the apples. "I really wanna apologize for treating you badly, I wanna make it up to you and this is the only way I know how"

"Yeah, but you knew how to completely humiliate me in more than one way!" Mason tugged on Rohan's arm, his face desperate.  It was kind of funny that although he was four inches taller, Mason couldn't get Rohan to move not one inch.  "Fine, I'll play your stupid game." But before he withdrew from the room, he stated, "You messed up my painting, too.  Another thing to add to the list of things you have done.  All the more reason why I shouldn't be doing this.  I'd probably be better off saying windgardium leviosa and leaving you floating."

"Trust me, you'll like this" Mason marched Rohan to the Room of Requirement and started pacing in front of the door.

"I need a place to apologize to Rohan, with Pie"

He opened the materialized door and walked into his kitchen, gone red, everything had gone red, Rohan's favorite color, the apples had gone redder, the ice cream carton, red. Red red red red red, every where. A small card sat on the table. Mason gestured towards the pie. "Eh?" He said, pulling out Rohan's chair. "You want ice cream, yes?" He said holding a spoon in one hand, the carton in the other, cups and plates and forks poofed onto the table.

"Coffee or milk?" Mason asked, headed for the fridge again.

"Wow, you are desperate." Rohan said in disgust.  Seeing the ridiculous amount of red, he couldn't help but grow a little annoyed with the color selection.  "Coffee at 5:10 PM?  Are you planning on keepining me up all night listening to your horrible voice sing? And, to clarify, I'd like milk.  As long as there's no arsenic involved here."

He examined the room as Mason reached into the fridge, pulling out a gallon of milk.  He saw a small table in the center, with a red tablecloth covering it.  An apple pie sat in the middle, like a centerpiece.  Delicious.  Rohan loved apples, but strawberries always cane out on top.  Oh well.  As he viewed the table, he spotted a big tub of ice cream, which he imagined would be acompanied by the fantastic-looking apple pie.  The fact that Mason had done all this was a bit creepy, but nice nonetheless.

Rohan tried to hide the surprise on his face as he looked up from the table.  He didn't want Mason to know he was impressed.

Mason ignored Rohan's negative responses, and scooped ice cream onto the plates. He tapped around the edges of the pie with a knife, making sure the crust was solid. He stuck the knife in and cut with an up and down motion. He used a cake server to place the piece on Rohan's plate.

"I'm not desperate, I just want things to go back to the way they used to be. I made you this pie after you released us from the bathroom today, It got really hot in here, which was actually great, considering it's been so cold lately." Mason poured the milk into the cup. He poured coffee into his glass, he was drinking a lot of coffee lately, and eating a lot of sponge cake. He guessed he was a nervous eater.

The apple pie was glazed into crystallized sugar, adding sweetness to every bite , off setting the tartness of the apples. "I guess it's an 'I'm sorry' pie, and I really am sorry Rohan, for everything I said and did."

Rohan's mouth watered as Mason scooped tablespoons of ice cream onto their plates and placed a beautiful slice of apple pie on his plate.  "I'm not desperate, I just want things to go back to the way they used to be." Han was alright with that.  Mase proceeded to go on about hot bathrooms and he wasn't exactly sure what the meant.  "I guess it's an I'm sorry pie, and I really am sorry Rohan, for everything I said and did.Nothing sounded more sincere, more honest, more apologetic than what Mason had just said.  "Hm... That card was a little over the top.  But I accept your apology.  As long as you feed me more pie."  He grabbed a freshly appearing fork and tried a bite of the pie with a little bit of ice cream.  "WOAH, THAT IS GOOD." Han was surprised that Mason was that good at baking.






 

Mason smiled elatedly, glad everything was generally back to normal, he had just built the bridge to Rohan, now he needed to reinforce it so the connection stayed strong. "Yay!" Mason got up from his chair and man-hugged Rohan around the shouders.

"This is great!" Mason said, digging into his pie and ice cream with a fork. Rohan took another bite of pie, Mason cut another piece and put it on his plate. "We cool now?"

"My lungs... need.  Air." Rohan gasped as Mason crushed him in a man hug.  "This is great!"..."We cool now?""Okay, Mason.  We're cool.  But you have to forgive me, too.  I was king of the asses to you.  And I'm not making you a pie to make, it up to you, perhaps a reincarnation of Mason-Man?"  Rohan thought for a little more before stating, "You definetly aren't my Amortenia.  No sir, I'll stick to rainbow scarves and painting, thank you very much."  Rohan shoved another forkful into his mouth, looking to Mason for a reply.

"Bringing back Mason- Man would be great, " Mason placed another piece of pie on his plate with an ice cream scoop sitting on top. "That's a relief, honestly it was kind fun the way you kept talking, by the way, what were the three smells that the potion gave off in your hot chocolate?"

They were back to normal, Mason was back  to normal and Rohan was normal, everything was as it should be, and a ;ittle bit better.

"What were the three smells that the potion gave off in your hot chocolate? "Hm... Let me think.  Your deoderant, although it's probably not on the list anymore, the smell of fresh strawberries, and drying paint."
He looked to Mason and asked, "What are your three Amortenia smells?" Now Rohan was curious.