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ArianaBlack 
MHHMMM this chicken was absolutely delightful. The house elves really outdid themselves this time. Zander would have to remember to go thank them later. But not now. Not now because he was too busy filling up his empty void of a stomach. The food was so good that he had almost forgotten to breath in between bites. How did he survive all summer without the beautiful creations of the lovely Hogwarts house elves?
He was mid-chicken-leg-bite when an angry palm slamed against the table. "Mhmhumhufunghumg-huh?" he grunted as he looked up at the fiery redhead, his chicken leg now half-hanging out of his mouth. He had sauce all over his face and his hands were definitely no better, but he had no shame. He was hungry!
Who was this girl and why was she interrupting food time and why was she angry--- AND MURDER?! What!? Where?? Zander suddenly looked back and forth and all around the great hall. Eyes wide open in fear, chicken leg still hanging in mouth, and sauce spraying everywhere, a little even landing on the girl.
....There wasn't any murderer here. Or at the Slytherin table. Or at Ravenclaw. Or at the staff table, although Culloden looked capable. And there most certainly wasn't any murderer material at Hufflepuff, he didn't even have to look there. Silly girl. There was no murderer here. And if there was, why would he interrupt lunch time? This was no time to play games. This was food time.
"Mhufmumf-no-mhmf-murder-mfufm-just-mufmfm-chicken," he managed to grunt out, while still chowing down on his beautiful chicken leg. He even made a point to lift his chicken leg as he uttered the last bit, just to further emphasize. All table manners were put aside for the time being. This was hunger. There would be no time for table manners. Or silly games. Or fiery redheads. Just a man and his chicken.
Willow felt her face coloring. How-how absolutely revolting! Not only was this insensitive little boy destroying natural life where he sat, but he was flaunting it!
"You have someone's mother in your mouth!" she cried.
"You are part of the problem plaguing this earth! You just-you just don't care! Don't you realize that poor creature half dangling out of your mouth was once full of life and spirit?" And now...not poor Mrs. Chicken was just a chewed up slobbery mess, never to crow again.
Inexplicably, Willow felt tears of injustice and passion well in her eyes. She was just about to get into it again when---
HOLY MOTHER OF ARTEMIS
Dead. Arm. Sauce. Land. EW ew ew ew!
"Ew!" Willow could feel herself convulsing. She didn't even want to look at such monstrous acts let alone have it
touch her person.
And this kid, this snot nosed little meat eating brat-he didn't even care!
"Listen," said Willow.
"I can't understand what you're saying. I don't even think I want to understand what you're saying. Just..."
Oh, forget it. This kid obviously wouldn't listen to reason. He was too engrossed in contributing to mass murder. There was only one way to handle this.
Reaching across the table and grabbing several napkins so as not to contaminate herself, Willow reached over and snatched the chicken from the boy's hands before throwing it on the ground.
"Now, will you listen to me please??" Maybe without the distraction of meat the little carnivore would pay attention to the problems plaguing the earth.