 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Grabbing a nearby plate and balancing it with one hand, he gave Bryony a nod. "The offer for that butterbeeer stands whenever. But if we ever run into another stubborn pear, I'm definitely calling you for backup." He flashed her a grin.
He chuckled at Bryony's remark, unable to suppress it from escaping his mouth. "Yeah, I'll admit it—I'm starving," he said with a grin, rubbing his stomach with his free hand for effect. "Duelling in Defence really works up an appetite, y'know?" With a determined look, the Gryffindor's blue-green eyes darted around the kitchen once more, trying to decidewhich of the delectable options to grab first. "I'm thinking something meaty. Maybe a nice big sandwich... or pie," Beauden mused.
By the time the words were said, he already had made his way towards a countertop where some freshly made ham sandwiches were laid out. He reached for one, its weight satisfying in his hand, and held it up triumphantly, grinning broadly before taking a huge bite. The burst of flavour hit him immediately—savoury ham, crisp lettuce, and just the right amount of mustard, all packed between soft, fresh bread.
"Come on, you gotta join the feast!" he encouraged, his carefree nature shining through as he spoke, still chewing on the delicious morsel. With his free hand, he gestured animatedly toward the spread. "Just... grab whatever catches your eye!"
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