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Stefan 
Not only was he dealing with memory problems, but he also had to deal with the lack of magic around the place, including the house elves' ability to do their job right. By the looks of it, the younger Gryffindor had made his way down to the Great Hall to get some breakfast, only to be served in a manner he did not expect. At all.
He'd been looking forward to eating his full English breakfast in all its glory, only to have it magically appear above him and dumped on his head. He was shocked, and almost...almost burst into tears because it was such a waste of glorious food. Instinctively, he got up from his seat, made his way upwards again to get washed for the day.
Along the way, he bumped into an older boy from his house, and was instantly distracted by what he was doing...or lack of whatever he was supposed to be doing. Noah also forgot at this point why he was making his way up again from the Great Hall. With baked beans dripping from his head, and a perfect sunny side-up egg on his shoulder, he sidled up next to the boy and started a perfectly normal conversation. "You should look for Google Stump if I were you." he said, motioning his hand with a blood sausage towards the portraits. "Can I interest you with a full English breakfast in these trying times?" he asked offering him the other sausage dangling from his head. "It's super good." he continued taking a huge bite from the one he was holding.
Trying times indeed.
Noah heard a voice next to him and glanced down to find a younger Gryffindor lad beside him covered in breakfast. Oh. Well this was surely a sight, thought Noah as he eyed the boy who had baked beans covering his head and was that an egg on his shoulder.
Had there been a food fight in the Great Hall? wondered Noah.
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Google Stump? Google as in the web browser?" asked the fifteen year old with both eyebrows raised. He hadn't remembered someone being called Google at least in his History of Magic book but then again maybe he hadn't gotten that far. Noah had to do a double take because ... Was that a blood sausage that he was holding? Noah had liked the delicacy until he found out what it was and had, for now own, vowed never to eat a blood sausage ever again. These Brits and their weird customs. He missed normal breakfasts, such as oatmeal, or his family breakfasts which consisted of radish strip kimchi, short ribs, and cold cucumber soup. That was home for him.
And now the younger year was offering the blood sausage from his head. Noah tried his hardest not to curl his nose when he saw it. It smelled delicious but ..... He felt his stomach gurgle uneasily. "
Smells good... but... I... I think I'll pass thanks. Food fight in the Great Hall?" he asked, trying to look down the corridor that lead to the Great Hall. He hadn't heard a commotion but wouldn't be surprised if there had been one. There had been several at Illvermorny during his time but Noah had managed to avoid it. If the boy hadn't have been in a food fight then Noah's next guess was that someone either dared him to wear his breakfast or accidentally dropped it on him.
Interesting times they lived in where students donned their breakfast as...
accessories?