93. Chicken;
Aged 11, winter 6074♥
For one of Thea's best friends, Matt!
'Why do you eat like that?' Wrinkling her nose, Thea put down her fork as she frowned at one of her best friends, Matt.
'Whaurmph?..' A few drops of gravy flew from his mouth, onto the table.
Thea just stared. 'Please.. take a break! Before you throw up!' Shuddering, she returned to her own plate, picking at her vegetables.
The house-elves had made a sundday dinner for the feast, it was good and Matt was defiantly enjoying it...
Shoving chicken into his mouth, he was completely oblivious to the staring. This was Matt all over.. Sigh.