It hadn't been that long since the train had left the station and the seventh year Ravenclaw was already hungry. He vaguely heard his parents voices in the back of his mind as he walked through the corridor of the train that he shouldn't buy something to eat as his mother had lovingly meaning stressed out in the early morning, afraid he'd miss the train packed him some bread he could eat.

As much as he liked the gesture, he wasn't really in the mood for bread. As he reached the trolley, Mason waited in the short line and thought about what he should get. It wasn't as if he was rich or anything. In fact, he put his hands in his uniform pants, he had already changed, and took out just enough to buy a single chocolate frog.

......maybe he should keep the money? It wasn't as if the chocolate frog was that important... Hmm to buy or not to buy, that is the question.