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Zander walked sprinted down to the great hall. It was probably sitting in potions all day or having to listen to some boring lectures, but whatever it was it sure made Zander hungry. And not just oh-I-guess-I'm-hungry, no we're talking I-could-eat-the-whole-country-of-Australia hungry. Zander didn't even stop by to say hi to fellow classmates or even wave at his professors. This was a serious matter. This was the real deal. This was lunch time.
The Gryffindor looked up and down the table with a rather carnivorous gleam in his eyes. He grabbed whatever was in front of him and added it all to his plate. Some of these ones, OOH that looks good, ahh can't forget these, a good handful of those. Now to dig in. His appetite was never like this second year, or first for that matter. What was happening? Did growing taller mean that his stomach was growing bigger too? Was this what puberty meant?
Either way, Zander bit into his chicken leg with no mercy.
Dear Chicken,
I'm so so sorry.
But you didn't stand a chance.
I wish you the best of luck in chicken heaven.
With love,
Zander
Ah. This was some good stuff.
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