 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Normally when one sufferes from lack of food, getting something to satisfy said hunger usually alieviates the stress. At least that's what Caitlin was hoping for as she strolled into the Great Hall, making her way toward the Hufflepuff House Table.
Her stomach growled something fierce, and quite honestly, the 5th year couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten anything. Not the most healthful habbit, but when your mind is completely and totally preocupied with things more important than eating ...
... Well at least they were more important to her.
There were too many students going about their daily end-of-the-weekend business that Caitlin paid no attention to who was around her at the time. She, of course, wasn't meaning to be rude, it was just the simple fact that she was on amission of finding something quick to quiet her stomach so she could get back to thinking properly.
Sliding onto one side of the benches at her House Table, the Hufflepuff withdrew her wand in her right hand, conjured up a mug of cocoa, and with her left hand summoned a muffin from a tray not too far from where she sat.
This should do for now |