a timeline without professor lady - for felix you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway. It was late, and he ought to be getting ready for bed but Maxie had missed dinner that evening - there had been no accident, no mishap, just a very good book and a lot of misplaced time - and that meant the growing boy was rather ravenous. His stomach was shaking, not rumbling, with hunger as he walked through the kitchens in search of something very good to eat.
Usually late night kitchen raids meant waking up one of the suits of armor and having something prepared, but not here. There were house-elves, of course, but it wasn't the same for many reasons. Tugging on his pajama sleeves, Maxie's feet padded softly as he walked through, peering here, and there into cabinets and drawers. Sandwich stuff. Bread, and biscuits, but no jam or jelly to tempt him.
Jelly.
Peanut butter. His stomach shook and Maxie realized he was about to be very unhappy. England didn't appreciate peanut butter like his family did. They treated the salty, almost savory butter like something to chucked, and not treasured. Wriggling unhappily, Maxie wondered if he ought to just give up and ask for a bacon sandwich after all.
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