Theodore, attempting to pull one of those 'mind over matter' with his thoughts versus his hunger, was failing miserably. He felt like he could eat one hundred bowls of pudding right now. Nodding at Alfie, he held out his hand, managing not to sound as much like a starving caveman as he had before. "C'mon, then. Kitchens it is?"

As he grabbed Alfie's hand, forgetting the sniggers of all the rest, a smile formed on his lips. It was partly from Brae complimenting him and being so flattering. Did it really look okay? Was the hair not too bad? Brae was a chick magnet, so maybe the hair did have some supercool, hormonal powers... although he didn't need them, with Alfie at his side. It occurred to the sixth year that Emma and Braeden, walking behind them, hadn't officially heard about the new couple in school. His smile turned into a smirk as they meandered along in silence; Theo and Alfie could tell them along the way... or after Theo was fed. Open his mouth now and he might gnaw off Emma's arm like he would a chicken leg.

Fin. Off to the kitchens, my pretties!