 Arts TRANSPONSTER!
None of that made much sense to Scarlett because not only had she been back home last term, meaning she was not traumatised in any way, shape or form, BUT she was also solely focused on all the BREAD.
The ones on the table AS WELL AS the ones being rejected by her peers. NOOOOOO bread should go to waste with one Scarlett Mordaunt around, okay, so she took it upon herself to first eat her fair share of ALL of the different kinds - it was all so YUMMY - and then to eat whatever the others didn't want, starting with the piece her eldest brother flicked away. Yeah, it had fallen on the ground, but she did NOT care.
Omnomnomnom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"These are REALLY good!!!!!!!!!!!!" The young Hufflepuff told the healer, lifting the slice she was currently eating and speaking with her mouthful because she could NOT wait to tell her!!!! They were THAT good. Or Scarlett was an ostrich and would eat anything.
It was both.
Completely ignoring what they were talking about, Scarlett continued to stuff her face as if she hadn't had any breakfast. She had, though, plenty of it too. THAT would be a good way of healing, mind you! Wasn't there such a thing as COMFORT FOOD?????? Wasn't ALL food comfort food???????? Not that Scarlett needed that excuse to eat. She wasn't even depressed or sad or ANYTHING. But bread was always good.
Omnomnomnom. |