 Brigette! PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
It was lunch and Ty was STARVING. He had woken up reeeaaalllyyy late today and had only had time to grab a piece of toast before hurrying to class. His stomach had grumbled ALL the way through the morning classes and he had taken off at a sprint to reach the Great Hall before the whole school came and ate all his food.
OKAY. Flopping down somewhere in the middle of the Ravenclaw table, Ty flung his bag on the floor and grabbed the potatoes bowl. Ohh the SMELL was heavenly! Steadily, the thirteen year old piled food on his plate until he could no longer fit any more. Picking up his fork and knife, he cut a large piece of chicken and quickly put it in his mouth, swallowing it as soon as the piece had been chewed enough.
MMMMMMM. Better.
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