#10 – Fancy Dinners

A row of delicious meals sat before Lucius on the table, lit up by the simplest yet sophisticated lights hung on the ceiling. The lighting was dim but was enough to allow the food to appear mouth-watering. And for Lucius, a man who had not eaten a solid, fancy meal in several days (all thanks to the war and its ending), such a meal was hard to resist abandoning all civilized natures and instead stuffing one’s face into the food. He sat at the table with his son, Draco, waiting for Narcissa to arrive so that they could start eating together, once again, as an undisturbed family.

“Looks delicious, doesn’t it, son?” Lucius said, quietly. Draco nodded in agreement, making not a single sound, nor did he make a sign that he was going to speak a word. Unless one counted the growling noise that came from his stomach. “Hungry? Let’s try to make this meal a bit larger before your mothers walks in.” Lucius pulled out his wand and whispered “Engorgio…” Suddenly, the food was almost half much larger than it was just a few seconds ago.

Narcissa walked in, looking at the food suspiciously. “Did I make that?”