 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden was lost in his thoughts, focusing entirely on the pear that was being uncharacteristically uncooperative. His stomach growled again impatiently, adding to the urgency of the situation. Each growl was like a ticking clock, amplifying the urgency of his snack hunt. The pear, however, continued to emit its cheerful giggles, its surface jiggling slightly as if mocking his predicament.
With a huff of frustration, Beauden tried one more time, his fingers expertly dancing around the pear in a rhythmic tickle. The pear's giggles seemed to grow louder, more taunting, and the boy's patience was wearing thin. He had half a mind to abandon his efforts and sprint to the Great Hall for any leftover scraps, but just as he was about to give up, a voice cut through his concentration. Beauden turned, breaking his gaze from the pear, to see a blonde fourth-year Slytherin who seemed vaguely familiar.
"I want to, but it seems like this pear's got other plans," Beauden said, his tone a mix of frustration and disbelief. "It's taking its sweet time transforming into a door-knob. Been trying for ages." The latter part of his statement was somewhat exaggerated. It had only been a few minutes, but those minutes had felt like an eternity considering the pear's unusual reluctance.
He glanced back at the pear, which continued to giggle with apparent amusement as if mocking his futile attempts. "Want to give it a go?" he offered with a gesture towards the fruit bowl, stepping aside to make room.
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