Mordred made his way to the kitchens to grab something warm to eat. The November breeze was getting chilly, and he thought that now was the perfect time to get a warm soup...or probably something heavier than that.

He sat on one of the stools facing the counter where a bunch of house elves were busy cooking for the other students. A house elf stood in front of him and looked at the boy straight in the eye. "Er..." Mordred knew that the elf was waiting for him to tell his order, and for the first time he didn't know what to tell. The elf's eye then widened and rushed to get something. The boy just sighed, and loosened his silver and green scarf.

After just a few seconds the elf came back with a plate and pumpkin juice. He got the plate and started to examine the food. The smell was so good that his stomach made a sound. Mordred looked at the house elf and before he could ask, the house elf said that it was "Gyro, sir."

Mordred nodded and ate the warm pita wrap. "Gyro. Got to ask Calen to make me some for the holidays." he thought.