Selina rubbed her hands together. It was starting to get really cold outside. All of the work she had been doing on building the Godric Gryffindor snowman/snow sculpture had really gnawed at her finger tips. She knew she should have worn gloves... it was too late for that now. Her work was almost done and she was ready to get inside for dinner. She was starving then again she was always hungry. Besides they were serving mashed potatoes tonight in the Great Hall. If there were too things she did not want to miss it was anything mashed or anything potato.

So she molded the last bit of the man's beard and stepped back. He looked fetching. And so did the lion that stood proudly beside him. She was proud of her sculpture... but she was more hungry now then anything else.