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Saturday morning rose cold and dark, and Shinta was dressed warmly in a dark green hoodie, jeans, and fuzzy slippers as she made her way into the Great Hall for breakfast. Under her arm she carried a book, just in case there wasn't anyone to talk to, but she was hoping any Slytherin had gotten up early enough to join her, since she didn't want to eat breakfast alone.
She served herself a plateful of waffles, sausages, eggs, and fruit. She was slender, with the metabolism of squirrels getting ready to hibernate, which meant she was eating all the time but never gained any weight. Which was good, because Shinta loved food, almost as much as she loved books.
She served herself a plateful of waffles, sausages, eggs, and fruit. She was slender, with the metabolism of squirrels getting ready to hibernate, which meant she was eating all the time but never gained any weight. Which was good, because Shinta loved food, almost as much as she loved books.