Clara stood patiently at the food trolley, third in line to pick out something to gnaw on during the long train ride. Of course she had arrived prepared with food from home, but there was nothing better than the constant nostalgia that came with picking up something from the train.
And this boy at the front of the line was really taking his time. Clara internally whined at his indecision, although she was sure she would probably be indecisive once it was her turn as well. Clara shook her head and reached into her bag for some money, trying to sort out all the coins ahead of time so as not to annoy the other students in line.
The trolley lady let out an exasperated sigh as the extremely hungry boy finally picked out a very large Chocolate Frog. Slightly relieved that the line was now going to move much faster, she glazed over the remaining food items and tried to make a choice...hm...pumpkin pasties or cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties or cauldron cakes...
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