Breakfassstttttt<3

It was morning. Kelsi decided to come downstairs extra early. She was quite nervous, since this was the first game of the year. She wasn't that hungry (OMGSHOCKER) so all she ate was a piece of toas

[OH MY GOSH, TODAY I WAS TALKING AND HANGING OUT WITH MAX!! <3 WE WERE PLAYING GAMES IN THE CAFETERIA TOGETHER FOR THE HOOPS FOR HEART THING! =D /will type more details in a minute]

Lavender came down, and began the feasting like the old Lavender. Because it was Quidditch day.

[[11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!kfs gcuilcrje,sg neiruljg nuekj gehraiujkmebgiludkjgh! OMG! <3 That's so epic!]]


The hall was still half-empty.

[I'll PM you the details of what I told Rachel. It's kinda long though, rofl. XD]

Lavender stuffed her face like it was her last meal.

Liv was eating the orange pudding. :D

When Kelsi finished her first piece of toast, she decided to get some more. After dabbing some honey (yesh, honey. <3 That stuff is good on toast.) on her toast, she folded it in half and took a large bite. The sticky substance trickled out from the sides and ran between her fingers. She didn't care though.

Kelsi went right ahead and licked them off.

[I second that. It's goooooooooood.]

[[I know.]]

Liv got some more pudding.

Kelsi chugged down her orange juice, and decided to head for the pitch. She already brushed her teeth and groomed w/e before breakfast, so all she had to do was go and get dressed.
"Meet you, Lav." Kelsi stood up and left the hall skipping LIKE HARREH POTTA. Or something like that. Anyways, she left, to go get ready.

And Lavender ran ahead of Kelsi to the locker rooms.

Holly went over to Fry's table. "Let's go to the Quidditch pitch," she told Fry, and already had a black umbrella in hand.

It was really early, so Fry was still asleep.


Some wiry-red-haired Gryffindoor turned around.
"Erm?"

Holly smacked him upside the head. "I wasn't talking to you. Turn around and mind your own business."

She decided to go on to the Quidditch Pitch to get some good seats. Some people were already heading outside with umbrellas, the early-birds.

Fry entered pressed against the wall by some tall fifth-years. He made it to his table, and grabbed a pancake. Smothering some butter on it and rolling it into some weird roll thing, he took a huge bite.

Liv finished her pudding, and left. Oddly enough, she still had the same blank smile on her face.