Great! He found the food trolley lady. James was hungry and in need of food, asap. Pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, jumping jellies to chocolate frogs ... anything to make his tummy stop growling! He would sacrifice all his knuts if he had to. No way he was going to wait until the annual feast begin, he would die even before he could reach those steps. James frowned when he realised a small line has already formed in front of the trolley. Urgh. His patience and sugar blood levels were running low. Maybe he could bribe a first year in front of him to give away his queue. He wondered if jelly slugs would suffice.