Daisy walked into the hall, yawning. She had been practising quidditch for practically all day and needed some food to boost her energy. She walked up to the Hufflepuff table and sat, alone, on a bench.

She pulled a plate of roast chicken towards her, and, looking around to check nobody was watching her, took a large bottle of ketchup out of her bag and squirted a large dollop by the side of her food. Daisy ate practically everything with ketchup, and had been nicknamed ketchup when she was 6 years old just because of the amount she ate...

Yawning again, she picked up her fork and speared it into a roast potato. She needed this food just to stay awake...