 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
This was Maxton's third start-of-term feast, and by now he had well and truly learnt his lesson. The food took FOREVER to make an appearance. This time, the newly turned third year wasn't going to take any chances.
With the help of his dad and a few preserving charms back at home, Maxton had his own feast prepared.
He swiftly took a seat at the Slytherin table and proceeded to rummage around in the bag he'd brought along.
Mashed potatoes ... Carrots ... Yorkshire pudding ... A couple of chicken drumsticks ... Lots and lots of gravy ...
His plate was stacked full of yumminess and Maxton smiled proudly to himself. He was a genius.
Now to put to test that heating spell he'd been practicing.
The thirteen year old pointed his wand at his own personal feast and muttered the incantation under his breath.
Please work...
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