65. Ooze

Emily made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, something which she did out of necessity, despite her lack of appetite.

Finally grabbing herself a seat half way down the Ravenclaw table, Emily glared at the selection of food. Breakfast, was easily her least favourite meal of the day. After deciding on something that looked like porridge, Emily spooned some of the gluggy mixture into her bowl.

Uhhh why was it oozy? And gooey?

Was porridge supposed to ooze? After shaking the mental image of bubotuber pus from her mind, Emily pushed her bowl away. No thank you.