 Satisfied Neon
Aidan struggled to the Ravenclaw table a whole lot slower than he wanted to be going. He was just HUNGRY, okay? And it was bad enough they were going to have to wait Merlin-knows-how-many-milleniums until the Headmistress gave her speech ANYWAY, Dora, whom he had in tow, wasn't helping any. ANY.
"C'mon," he urged her, giving her arm a final yank as they approached the table. The almost-third-year pulled his legs over the bench and took a seat. "What's your problem, anyway?" There was a FEAST to be had. Which meant BETTER and MORE food than normal! |