Remy was booored, and hungry, and not for sugar quills like she usually opted for when a little peckish. Her natural instinct was to head to the kitchens or go to the great hall, where they had some fantastic feasts. She decided to head to the kitchens, but passed the entrance hall on her way, the smell of bread drawing her in.

The Gryffindor didn’t notice that Healer Poppy was sorting out candles as she walked over. She gave a polite smile to the other boy who had gone to speak to her as well, remembering his face from a few classes.

She picked up a piece of bread and quietly chomped on a small piece whilst watching the boys interaction with Healer Poppy. Wait… Healer Poppy wanted assistance with something? Is that why she was tempting people with bread????

ABORT MISSION, ABORT!!!!!!!

Aaaahhhh… but she’d already eaten some, she couldn’t walk away now. With her mouth still full, “Mmmh, did you make this bread, ma’am?” Remy covered her mouth to stop her from spluttering everywhere.