The grumbling of his stomach caused Olly to hurry to the Great Hall. He always ate large dinners, and yet he was always starving when he awoke. Maybe it was a sign that he should start looking into midnight snacks. The kitchen was only one level above his common room...

That smelled good. Oliver scampered over to the Slytherin table and quickly took a seat. There weren't many other people there. Whatever, more for him. Oliver piled pancakes onto his plate and drowned them in a hearty amount of syrup. He didn't waste any time before digging in. It didn't take him long to consume everything that was on his plate. Though it did leave him very thirsty.

The first year reached for a cup, thirsty after consuming pancakes. He decided on some fruity tea today, instead of his usual orange juice. He was just in the mood for it, you know? Just as he was about to take a sip he heard a yell from a little ways down the table. He paused, cup in midair, and looked toward the girl curiously.

"Are you alright?" What on earth could have hurt her at the table? Had she bit her tongue? Or perhaps accidentally stabbed herself with her fork. While he was distracted by the girl, the cup in his hand was apparently getting bored just waiting in midair. He felt a sharp prick and looked down to see a set of teeth lodged in his hand. "Ahh!" Oliver shook his hand violently, managing to dislodge the teacup while also spraying tea all over in the process. He glanced between his own injury and the girl not too far away. Now what was-

Oh.