Botros was wearing his chef hat as he walked merrily to the dragon-grills. There were already kids here and... was professor Walton dropping food into a bag? That was weird. But not weird enough to have the old man distracted from his mission today. "Good day, everyone." He announced with a beaming smile then took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his cardigan and the shirt underneath it. "I hope you guys missed breakfast because you won't stop eating when you try my kebabs."

He put on an apron and rubbed his hands excitedly. The Prefects really did well providing the tables with all those ingredients. Botros took the box with the metal sticks, the tomato plate, the onion plate and finally the minced meat. He took a seat and started kneading the meat with one hand and adding some spices to it with the other.