Food and Friend

[Andrea Kelize]

Andrea Kelize's tummy was growling like crazy. She was sure it was because of the fact that she didn't know what the heck to wear at the Yule Ball or because she hadn't eaten at least a small bit of cookie since she woke up. Andrea folded her robes to look at her watch. Her eyes bulged when she saw that it was already 11:15 A.M and it was obviously way past her breakfast time. Andi looked around the corridor she was currently on. She let out a huge sigh of relief when she found out she was in the First Floor Corridor because she knew she had enough time to reach the Gryffindor House Table before her stomach blows from too much hunger. Andrea walked quickly towards the Great Hall. She looked around the room to find the Gryffindor house table. When she found it, she quickly walked towards it and took a seat on one of the long chair which totally accompanies the long tables which are four to represent the four different houses; Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. After seating down, Andrea quickly grabbed the first thing she saw which is a brownie and stuffed in into her mouth. She clearly didn't care if anyone finds this annoying, right now all she cares about is her hungry stomach.

 

[Napoleon Hawke]

Napoleon read through the latest edition of the comic book he subscribed to, a slice of toast in his free hand as he absent-mindedly took a bite, spilling crumbs down his front. Without even a glance downwards he continued on with his comic. The comic book was entitled: The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. In this edition Martin Miggs was late for work and ran around the house searching for his keys whilst simultaneously attempting to put his jumper on as if it were trousers. Napoleon chuckled to himself as he read on about Martin Miggs accidentally stepping on his cat. To any muggle this would be a ridiculous story but Napoleon had grown up around magic and was yet to encounter a problem which couldn’t be resolved by his mother casting a spell or two.

Napoleon was distracted from his reading by someone joining him at the table as he glanced up to see who the new arrival was. He recognised the girl from the common room and from lessons but had spent little time with her. “Hungry?” Napoleon asked rhetorically, “You’ve missed most of the best food, you’re a little late.” Napoleon had been preparing to leave himself but as it was a Sunday with no classes to attend, he had chosen to take his time in the Great Hall.

 

[Andrea Kelize]

The brownie was very delicious. After she ate the first brownie she grabbed, she grabbed another one and then stuffed it into her mouth again. The food in the House Table was just so delicious. Andrea had never tasted foods as delicious as Hogwarts' food are due to her family's financial problem that's why she was so overwhelmed about the mouth-watering food here. Most of the food Andi ate were desserts. She likes desserts especially brownies and cookies since her father works in a restaurant where many desserts and other foods are served. After eating the last batch of cookies prepare on the plate before her, she looked around the table to find something appetizing than desserts. After looking around the plates of mouth-watering foods, Andrea found a plat fully of fried chicken wings and started grabbing and eating it. There weren't much people in the Gryffindor Table. The Ravenclaw table was the one who was crowded. Andrea looked around once more but not to find any fascinating food but to find her friends. They were nowhere to be seen so she just shrugged and went back to her food. Later on, after finishing three chicken wings, someone spoke from the side of Andrea. The person who spoke was a boy and he looked totally familiar. Andrea's stomach still wasn't full. She really was hungry because she woke up 7:00 A.M for a jog around the castle and to explore it once more but little did she knew that her little journey would take as long as her previous one. "Nah, I'm not hungry. I'm practically just starving." She replied sarcastically. "I know."

 

[Napoleon Hawke]

“When was the last time you ate? You look as if you’ve just finished a hunger strike.” Napoleon chuckled whilst leaning over his comic to pour himself a glass of pumpkin juice. “I don’t blame you though, this food is delicious.” Napoleon had adjusted well to feasts three times a day and made sure he attended all of them, rarely getting hungry but as a repercussion was eating too much on a regular basis. He wasn’t getting fat though because there was an equilibrium at Hogwarts. In exchange for all the food an eleven year old can shovel into his mouth, there are a hundred staircases to climb to get to one lesson.


Finishing up his mouthful, Napoleon lifted a plate of food towards Andrea. “Would you like a flapjack?” Napoleon was being nice he was simply offering food to a girl who clearly needed something to eat. “You’d better eat quick or else everything is going to disappear on you.” He checked the time, there wasn’t long until the feast ends and the food vanishes and preparations are made for the next meal. He would have given her directions to the kitchens so she can finish her binge but he had an oath to abide by. Napoleon and Hazza had promised to never divulge the kitchens to anyone.

 

[Andrea Kelize]

Andrea turned her gaze towards the boy and raised an eyebrow. He looked really familiar but unfortunately she can't remember his name. "Yesterday. About 8:50 whatsoever in the evening" She replied sheepishly regarding the boy's question. "A huger strike?" Andrea asked, raising both of her eyebrows in an irritated manner. Even though for the past minutes she's been stuffing food in her mouth, she was sure that it's everything but not a hunger strike. She watched as the boy pour himself a glass of juice. "Tell me about it" She agreed, rolling her eyes. The foods in Hogwarts were indeed delicious. The most delicious food Andi had ever tasted in her whole life. It was like eating in a five star hotel. Sometimes, she wonders who the chef of all this amazing food is. Maybe it's a famous chef in the Muggle world that the wizards and witches held captive so that the chef could provide the students as well that the professors food, but all of the professors and staff here in Hogwarts are too nice to do that. Well, some professors and staff. Sometimes, she wonders too that maybe it's because of a spell that the staff casts in the kitchen utensils or maybe it's because of those house elves but still, Andrea wasn't quite sure about her guesses.

"May I have some of that?" Andrea politely asked, jerking her head in the direction of the pitcher the boy was holding and held an empty glass. He had just finished his mouthful and he was clearly enjoying it so Andrea thought maybe she would taste it as well. "I think I'm almost full" Andrea replied, reaching for the cupcakes in front of her. Andrea sure loves sweets even though her mother told her to eat more protein since she is skinny.

 

[Napoleon Hawke]

Napoleon put the flapjacks down, acknowledging that Andrea didn’t want any, instead she wanted the pumpkin juice. He lifted the pitcher which was heavier than expected since it had been magically been refilled since he last poured himself a goblet. Not expecting the weight he dropped the pitcher onto Andrea’s lap, spilling pumpkin juice all over her. It was a reflex to laugh at the misfortune then apologised. “Oops sorry, I didn’t think it was going to be that heavy!” He looked around for napkins but couldn't see any.

 

[Andrea Kelize]

Andrea really wasn't expecting what happened next. She was just sitting there waiting for the familiar looking boy to pour her a goblet of pumpkin juice and before she knew it, the pitcher came crashing down at her. Andrea quickly catch the pitcher since she doesn't want it to broke since it really wasn't their personal property for their own personal use. She didn't even know the juice had already been spilled down all over her robes, not until the boy started laughing. Andrea looked at him with wide confusion plastered in her pale face and looked at the direction the boy was looking at. Andrea carefully followed the boy's gaze and when he saw where he was laughing at, her jaw dropped. Well, literally dropped. Her face was a mixture of shock and frustration. Her hands were starting to form fists but she counted form one to ten so that she could control her temper. Andrea really has this annoying temper that always occurs whenever simple accidents happen. Andrea winced and started gnashing her teeth. However, the boy stopped laughing and then apologized. Andrea winced once more. Fortunately, she got control over her temper which is a good thing since they will obviously be out of trouble. Andrea calmly put down the pitcher and grabbed the cupcake in front of her then ate it.