Olly was in the mood for a late afternoon snack. Well, he was almost always in the mood for a snack. But this mood was not one that could be satisfied by his own stash of candy in his dorm room. No, he wanted something more substantial. Something that had been cooked, either by himself or by a nice house elf. He hadn't decided yet. He also did not know what he want yet. Details, details.

Olly made his way to the kitchen. He was often pleased by how close his common room was to the kitchen. Not as close as the Hufflepuffs, but the second closest. He could deal with second place. Not that it was a competition, but everything kind of was. Right, food. That's what he wanted. But when Olly entered the kitchen he stopped for a moment, considering. He couldn't stay indecisive for too much longer.