Breakfast Blues

[Remy Lagowski]

Remy loved eating, and loved eating at his house table even more because his house mates seemed to all have an equally insatiable appetite. It allowed him to eat to his hearts content without feeling guilty, though the downside to being in a house, and sitting at a table occupied by hungry students three times a day was that if someone arrived late, finding the food they wanted to eat was entirely out of the question. Remy had unfortunately woken up late that morning and couldn't find a jug of apple juice as he searched around. A glass of something sweet would be perfect to drink with his peanut butter and jam on toast, but he was having no luck finding anything besides water as he looked up and down the table. Eventually Remy leant over to the neighboring table, deciding that finding juice among a table of Hufflepuffs was a lost cause, and that it would be better idea to source his juice elsewhere. "Hey! you got any apple juice?" He asked, smiling politely.​

 

[Margo Ellis]

Having few friends in Ravenclaw made mealtimes fairly uninteresting for Margo. Ever since she'd befriended Odette, nobody from her own house had really wanted to talk to her, which was simultaneously relieving and depressing. Being ignored was better than being bullied, but only marginally, and it still sucked. Sometimes she would take herself over to the Slytherin table and eat there, but mostly she didn't bother, thinking that the other girls in Odette's house would protest against her being there. Still, it wasn't that bad - as soon as breakfast was over they could hang out again, and for a little while Margo could forget how lonely she was without Odette.

Just as she was finishing her pancakes, a voice to her left made Margo look up. It was a younger boy, one she didn't recognise, and by a quick glance at his robes it became clear why. "Of course we do," she said, using her wand to levitate the jug over and float it toward him. "Don't you have any in Hufflepuff?"

 

[Remy Lagowski]

Remy smiled and watched in a state of awe as the girl levitated the jug of apple juice over to him. He picked it from the air and poured a generous amount into his glass, before standing up and walking to to the other table to return the jug. "Thanks." He said, picking up his now filled glass and sipping from it. He should have gone about his breakfast and left the girl in peace, but he instead refused to turn around and directed his smile to her, answering her question. "I couldn't find it anywhere." He explained. "I'm Remy, by the way. What's your name?" He then greeted, sipping from his glass again and savoring the taste of the apple juice as he waited for her response.​

 

[Margo Ellis]

Margo watched the boy, wondering for a moment why she hadn't immediately repelled him, as she seemed to do every other student. Then she realised: he was a first year. He didn't know about Odette, or all the horrible things they'd said and done to people. And the thought that she might be able to have an amicable conversation with somebody for a change had her silently willing him to stay. How sad had she become, that she had to chat to first years for company? Seeing Remy linger, Margo smiled. "I'm Margo. Do you want to sit down? We have pastries." The Ravenclaw quickly picked an apple-filled one up and put it on the plate beside her, so that he couldn't really refuse. Taking one for herself as well, she nibbled on the edge of it. "You're a first year, aren't you? I bet you're having lots of fun."

 

[Remy Lagowski]

Remy's expression brightened, eyes darting to the table as Margo asked him to sit down, even stating that her table had pastries. The idea of having a pastry for breakfast was enough to convince him to sit down, let alone the sight of one being placed on a plate next to her. He wordlessly moved to sit down in front of the plate and placed his glass of juice on the table. "Thanks Margo!" He exclaimed, immediately picking up the pastry, biting it, and humming at the sweet taste. If he knew the Ravenclaw table had pastries every morning he would have sat there sooner. Now he always wanted to sit there for breakfast, even if it might have been against the rules. He nodded when Margo asked if he was a first year, and responded to her question, his mouth full of the delicious pastry and his words muffled. "Yeah! It's really fun." He swallowed, wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his robes, then continued. "So you're not a first year? Do you know more cool spells than just the hovering thing?" He asked, free hand mimicking the levitation from earlier.​