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Samira Malfoy Potter · 05-28-2014, 06:19 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

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.

The Great Hall: Haven for hundreds of hungry students and professors in need of nourishment, evidence of dedicated work by the house elves, sanctuary for teens to catch up, and enclave for the homesick.

Or, as Willow liked to think of it, a chamber full of death.

Death and despair. That was all she could think about as she walked into the Great Hall. Did her fellow peers not notice, did they not realize they were gaining pleasure and satiation from the work of murderers?

No, Willow supposed, probably not. After all, who cared about innocent animals anyways? Certainly not these children. They only sought to fill their empty stomaches, instead of their brains.

Poor chickens. Poor lambs. Poor cows.

This was a travesty! She could smell the meat in the air like it was blood, calling out to her: Avenge us, Willow! Avenge our tenderly cooked hides!

Stack of Vegan Lifestyle brochures securely tucked in her satchel, Willow made her way purposely down the Hall of Lies, only to be brought up short by a horrific sight.

A boy. A little blond haired boy positively feasting on a mutilated carcass of what was once a creature so full of life.

Poor chicken.

Incensed, Willow strode forward and slammed her palm down smack against the table, right text to Blondie's plate.

"Do you realize," she said, voice low, "that you are contributing to mass murder?"

05-28-2014, 06:19 AM	#11 (permalink)
Samira Malfoy Potter Billywig Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: America Posts: 3,404 Hogwarts RPG Name: Willow Essence Evergreen Fifth Year	Ahhhh Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack 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. The Great Hall: Haven for hundreds of hungry students and professors in need of nourishment, evidence of dedicated work by the house elves, sanctuary for teens to catch up, and enclave for the homesick. Or, as Willow liked to think of it, a chamber full of death. Death and despair. That was all she could think about as she walked into the Great Hall. Did her fellow peers not notice, did they not realize they were gaining pleasure and satiation from the work of murderers? No, Willow supposed, probably not. After all, who cared about innocent animals anyways? Certainly not these children. They only sought to fill their empty stomaches, instead of their brains. Poor chickens. Poor lambs. Poor cows. This was a travesty! She could smell the meat in the air like it was blood, calling out to her: Avenge us, Willow! Avenge our tenderly cooked hides! Stack of Vegan Lifestyle brochures securely tucked in her satchel, Willow made her way purposely down the Hall of Lies, only to be brought up short by a horrific sight. A boy. A little blond haired boy positively feasting on a mutilated carcass of what was once a creature so full of life. Poor chicken. Incensed, Willow strode forward and slammed her palm down smack against the table, right text to Blondie's plate. "Do you realize," she said, voice low, "that you are contributing to mass murder?" __________________