 Admiratrice des Maraudeurs | C-Rizzle | THE Best Snuggler
Bhuvana had sensed the Indian food. It smelled like home. And university, for that matter. And her flat. It smelled nice, though not as nice as the food she made, of course. She was bored after watching some insane man fly around on a carpet, and the rest of the people fly after he left. Deciding food would be an apt distraction, she made her way to the buffet, inspecting all the dishes before picking small servings of the Indian food.
Then she saw that idiot man and glared. |