When Blake'd woken up today on the floor of his bedroom instead of his bed, he'd known the day would be nothing short of interesting. What he hadn't expected was to find his mum, fluttering about in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast for him. The shriek — if you could even call it that — that had left his mouth alarmed his neighbors enough to check up on him. What followed after is better left unsaid, but suffice it to say, he ended up being late on his first day at the Ministry.

That, and he had such an appetite, a dozen jelly doughnuts accompanied him to work and into the conference room. "Morning . . . " Blake trailed off, pleasantly surprised upon seeing the ladies, ". . . everyone." He gently placed the box of doughnuts on the table, a small smile never leaving his lips. No men thus far. Really!? This could either be the best thing since Hogwarts, or a complete and utter disaster. His money was on the latter.

He sunk in a chair next to the Asian lady, and rested his clasped hands on the table, leaning forward, "I'm Blake Wright, doughnut fairy. Please, knock yourselves out." He gestured at the box with a sweeping motion of his hand, before reaching over to flick open the box.

However, it was then that he noticed them, the unwanted, also know as vegetables. There was no room for them at his home or in his heart. In fact, they shouldn't even be on the table at the same time as doughnuts. Such disrespect.