They were supposed to be on their best behavior? Well what about the Beauxbatons students? The French kids seemed to be terrorizing them whenever they got the chance. Avalon was fairly certain that a Hogwarts student wasn't behind the nasty sticking charm in the corridor a few weeks ago. Brushing the comment off (perhaps the Headmaster had asked Professor Fuller-Thompson to relay a generic warning), she stared at her little twigs, imagining some of her favorite campfire foods. Certainly not hot dogs, but she considered corn, grilled fish, and salmon before ultimately settling on s'mores. "I have to agree with Phoebe, sir," Avalon said after raising her hand, gesturing to the young Gryffindor girl. "You can't beat a good s'more! With a perfectly toasted marshmallow." Not blackened, like her brother preferred. But a nice, toasty, golden brown. Yes, she could definitely go for a s'more right now.