 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
SECOND YEAR.
Miguel Rosales had made it through an entire year at Hogwarts, which basically made him an expert now.
Never mind that there were still staircases he was convinced moved specifically to inconvenience him, doors he had no idea how to open, and at least one corridor he had wandered down last year that he had never managed to find again. Those were minor details. The important thing was that Miguel had stepped off the Hogwarts Express this time knowing exactly where he was going, and he had entered the Great Hall without even once staring open-mouthed at the enchanted ceiling. Mostly.
Resting his elbows on the table, Miguel watched the Sorting with an ebullient grin, joining in with the applause whenever another student was sent toward his table. He might've even cheered particularly loudly for one of them. Being welcoming was important, obviously.
However, Miguel's attention shifted to a much more important matter: food.
His eyes immediately scanned the table in anticipation, and he leaned toward the person nearest him. "I'm so hungry I think I could eat this plate." A beat passed as Miguel considered the golden dish in front of him.
"...Do you think anyone's ever tried?"
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