Now that Evelyn's stomach was no longer filled with butterflies, she realised how hungry she was. That Chocolate Frog on the train had done nothing to fill her up. Looking at the dishes that were near her, she couldn't see anything she liked the look of. But further up, out of her reach, was a plate of delicious looking Cornish pastries. "Excuse me? Could someone please pass those pastries down, please?" Evelyn's voice wasn't much louder than a whisper. They're all chatting loudly to their friends, Evelyn. They're not going to hear that. "Excuse me?" Evelyn repeated, a fraction of a decibel louder.