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demented_death_eater 
Sneaking off to the kitchens was one of his favorite things to do as a student, and it was something that an adult Vindictus still enjoyed. The House Elves knew him too well and had a platter of cold cuts, cheese, onions, lettuce, and tomato ready for him along with some fresh wheat bread. Whistling to himself, he took his time creating a sandwich monstrosity and immediately tucked in.
Eating in peace.
Without students hunting him down with questions about Quidditch and flying and other trivial matters.
How long could the moment last?
Miles practically ran down to the kitchen in search of something sweet since he'd gotten rid of all his chocolate. He was having a basic melt down, his hair a mess, his clothes not straight, and muttering to himself about dragons. Merlin help the student that bothered him now he needed CHOCOLATE.
Entering the kitchen he made a beeline straight for the freezer and pulled out some chocolate ice cream and looked at the counter were a spoon sat probably placed there by a house elf seeing him come in. Before he had a chance to dip his spoon in and relax a bit he spotted the one person he NEEDED to see. Setting the ice cream and spoon on the counter he ran over to him and grabbed his robes
"Professor V, I can't do this. I can't. I'm going crazy. The dragons are going to barbeque me and eat me and...and...and...I withdraw. I don't want to do this anymore." He was frantic about the dragons. They were going to make him dinner and that was just not acceptable.