 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The Gryffindor glanced around the kitchen, scouting out the tables and shelves for food the house-elves had readily available. The options were abundant, which made this part of the castle one of his favourites. And the fact that the elves (well, most of them) let him help himself or were eager to make something for him whenever he popped in certainly was a bonus.
His eyes lit up as he then spotted a tray of freshly baked pumpkin pasties a few tables away. As he took a few steps in that direction, he was quickly distracted by a series of plates containing treacle tart.
Before he could give the entire kitchen a full walkthrough, Logan turned at the sound of his name. Instantly he recognized the voice. A tired but genuine smile spreading across his face when he saw his little sister. "Hey, Bry," he greeted her. "Fancy seeing you here."
"How's your baby dragon doing?" he asked, nodding towards the egg she held protectively against her chest. "Mine's been keeping me on my toes. Or rather, on my stomach," he added with a chuckle, giving his midsection a gentle rub. "So far I'm debating between those pasties or maybe some tart." As if on cue, a loud rumble sounded. "In the mood for anything in particular?"
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