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ArianaBlack · 05-28-2014, 06:37 AM

SPOILER!!: omg Willow I'm dying

MHHMMM this chicken was absolutely delightful. The house elves really outdid themselves this time. Zander would have to remember to go thank them later. But not now. Not now because he was too busy filling up his empty ~~void of a~~ stomach. The food was so good that he had almost forgotten to breath in between bites. How did he survive all summer without the beautiful creations of the lovely Hogwarts house elves?

He was mid-chicken-leg-bite when an angry palm slamed against the table. "Mhmhumhufunghumg-huh?" he grunted as he looked up at the fiery redhead, his chicken leg now half-hanging out of his mouth. He had sauce all over his face and his hands were definitely no better, but he had no shame. He was hungry!

Who was this girl and why was she interrupting food time and why was she angry--- AND MURDER?! What!? Where?? Zander suddenly looked back and forth and all around the great hall. Eyes wide open in fear, chicken leg still hanging in mouth, and sauce spraying everywhere, a little even landing on the girl.

....There wasn't any murderer here. Or at the Slytherin table. Or at Ravenclaw. Or at the staff table, although Culloden looked capable. And there most certainly wasn't any murderer material at Hufflepuff, he didn't even have to look there. Silly girl. There was no murderer here. And if there was, why would he interrupt lunch time? This was no time to play games. This was food time.

"Mhufmumf-no-mhmf-murder-mfufm-just-mufmfm-chicken," he managed to grunt out, while still chowing down on his beautiful chicken leg. He even made a point to lift his chicken leg as he uttered the last bit, just to further emphasize. All table manners were put aside for the time being. This was hunger. There would be no time for table manners. Or silly games. Or fiery redheads. Just a man and his chicken.

05-28-2014, 06:37 AM	#12 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,726 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Claude Botros-Giordano Ravenclaw Seventh Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: omg Willow I'm dying Quote: Originally Posted by Samira Malfoy Potter The Great Hall: Haven for hundreds of hungry students and professors in need of nourishment, evidence of dedicated work by the house elves, sanctuary for teens to catch up, and enclave for the homesick. Or, as Willow liked to think of it, a chamber full of death. Death and despair. That was all she could think about as she walked into the Great Hall. Did her fellow peers not notice, did they not realize they were gaining pleasure and satiation from the work of murderers? No, Willow supposed, probably not. After all, who cared about innocent animals anyways? Certainly not these children. They only sought to fill their empty stomaches, instead of their brains. Poor chickens. Poor lambs. Poor cows. This was a travesty! She could smell the meat in the air like it was blood, calling out to her: Avenge us, Willow! Avenge our tenderly cooked hides! Stack of Vegan Lifestyle brochures securely tucked in her satchel, Willow made her way purposely down the Hall of Lies, only to be brought up short by a horrific sight. A boy. A little blond haired boy positively feasting on a mutilated carcass of what was once a creature so full of life. Poor chicken. Incensed, Willow strode forward and slammed her palm down smack against the table, right text to Blondie's plate. "Do you realize," she said, voice low, "that you are contributing to mass murder?" MHHMMM this chicken was absolutely delightful. The house elves really outdid themselves this time. Zander would have to remember to go thank them later. But not now. Not now because he was too busy filling up his empty ~~void of a~~ stomach. The food was so good that he had almost forgotten to breath in between bites. How did he survive all summer without the beautiful creations of the lovely Hogwarts house elves? He was mid-chicken-leg-bite when an angry palm slamed against the table. "Mhmhumhufunghumg-huh?" he grunted as he looked up at the fiery redhead, his chicken leg now half-hanging out of his mouth. He had sauce all over his face and his hands were definitely no better, but he had no shame. He was hungry! Who was this girl and why was she interrupting food time and why was she angry--- AND MURDER?! What!? Where?? Zander suddenly looked back and forth and all around the great hall. Eyes wide open in fear, chicken leg still hanging in mouth, and sauce spraying everywhere, a little even landing on the girl. ....There wasn't any murderer here. Or at the Slytherin table. Or at Ravenclaw. Or at the staff table, although Culloden looked capable. And there most certainly wasn't any murderer material at Hufflepuff, he didn't even have to look there. Silly girl. There was no murderer here. And if there was, why would he interrupt lunch time? This was no time to play games. This was food time. "Mhufmumf-no-mhmf-murder-mfufm-just-mufmfm-chicken," he managed to grunt out, while still chowing down on his beautiful chicken leg. He even made a point to lift his chicken leg as he uttered the last bit, just to further emphasize. All table manners were put aside for the time being. This was hunger. There would be no time for table manners. Or silly games. Or fiery redheads. Just a man and his chicken. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!