Kennedy walked to the Slytherin table. He was hungry...like beyond hungry if that was possible. The pudding John had given him had not filled him up at all. He sat down, dropping his books on the table. He looked around the table and frowned. Why didn't they have burritos. He missed burritos. So, since there were no burritos, Kennedy took some mashed potatoes and and piece of steak.

He did love him some steak.