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Originally Posted by
Bumblebee 
John sent his owl to give his friend a special message. While he waited there he decided to grab a plate and start grubbing! That was John's favorite part of the school. If eating was a class he would pass it with flying colors!
...and now we play the waiting game.
Kennedy walked into the Great Hall with a small scowl on his forehead. His finger was still throbbing from Pedro's bite. John's stupid owl had flown into the boys dorm and delivered his friend's message. So, he got up, dressed and came down here.
To be honest, he was hungry...really hungry.
The Prefect stopped in front of the Slytherin table and turned away from it and toward the Gryffindor one. Last time he was there it hadn't gone well. A ALL. He wasn't ready to face to that. So, he was eating at the lion's table.
Great.
He spotted John and clapped his back out of habit.
"Your bird bit me again." He held his finger with a bloody gash on it for John to see. Stupid bird.