~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Charlie thought his stomach gave a soft rumbling when he laid eyes on the fruit. As a budding professional Quidditch player, he had mostly trained himself to eat healthily; splurging occurred once in a while. “Hi, professor,’’ came the traditional greeting in Swedish before he switched to english. “Are you sharing any pineapple slices?” Those were Char’s favourite. With his mind wondering what today’s lesson would be all about, given the fruits and food, he got himself a seat.
Uh huh.
The guy was hungry now {even if he had eaten not too long ago}. Thanks, professor. |