 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The young Slytherin seemed unfazed by the small victory, her eyes sparkling with the kind of quiet confidence that made him chuckle under his breath. She wasn't even trying to show off, but there she was, opening doors where he couldn't. "Well, guess I've been doing it wrong all this time," he admitted with a grin, watching Bryony's fingers close around the knob.
"You're a lifesaver," Beauden added, stepping forward as she held the door open for him. "But I'm holding you to that butterbeer the next time we're in Hogsmeade. That manoeuvre you pulled is worth at least that."
His stomach growled once again, the sound amplified by the enticing smells wafting out from the kitchen. The aromas of fresh bread, roasted meats, and warm desserts filled the air, making his mouth water instantly. The sixth year flashed Bryony a grin as he walked past her into the bustling kitchen.
"Right, time to raid this place," he declared with enthusiasm. Beauden's eyes scanned the large room, already plotting which food to target first—something hearty, maybe a pie or a thick sandwich. He was ravenous, and now, thanks to Bryony, his snack quest had finally resumed.
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