30. Feast
June 30, 2041
Aged: 12 years, 2 months

It might have been because the start-of-term, and Halloween feast now seemed like so long ago, but Art was amazed at how luscious the end-of-term feast was. He'd turned around to wave at his two older brothers, at the Ravenclaw table, and in those few seconds, the table had FILLED with food. He was now used to the constant use of magic, although moments like this really did amaze him.
"What're you gonna start on?" his friend asked.
"Mmm p-punkin pie," Art said, and put three of them on his plate to eat.
"I wish they'd serve dessert with dinner."