Food for Thought {open}

[Antoinette Walker]

*Her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling, and it was getting on Antoinette's nerves. So finally, she decided to sneak out of the Common Room and down into the kitchen, where she'd be able to get a few things to eat from one of the elves if luck was on her side.*

I don't know why I didn't eat earlier...stupid exams!

*Leave it to Antoinette to blame the exams- or, her studying for the exams- for her missing dinner rather than her own stubborn personality. Quietly, she shuffled her way down the corridor, checking for Prefects or Head students before turning corners and such.*

Maybe I'll find some sweets or something as well, if I don't get caught first.

*The thought of sweets made her stomach rumble once more, and after spying the portrait of fruit on the wall, she glared down at the noise-maker.*

Hush, you!

*Her words were louder than her stomach however, and as the sound reached her ears, Antoinette froze. She stood still, eyes shifting from side to side, waiting for someone to walk by and catch her out of bed after hours. It's happened before, so why wouldn't it happen again?*

[Johanna Vane]

-It was later than she’d thought when she finally managed to tear herself from her Thestral, Evon, who worked as one of the many who pulled the carriages from the train. She’d missed him. All caught up in her work Johanna hadn’t had the time to visit her ‘baby’ as she called him. Needless to say he’d been upset, simply huffed and walked away from her. Of course after a few rare steaks she’d taken from dinner convinced him that she loved him enough and said she was sorry. She loved him, it was so much fun to take him rather than the train from home and school, and he was practically her best friend-

-sneaking into the castle, Jo jogged through the corridors, hiding behind a statue every now and again when a prefect or a head of house walked down the halls. She was thankful she was so tiny, barely making 4”11, as she raced her way towards the common room. A sudden voice crept past the stairs, and she hid by the railing. Credenza the fourteen year old thought to herself. She couldn’t get caught. She was so close-

-the voice stopped sharply though, and in an attempt to see who it was, the third year peered over and around the bar. She relaxed immediately. One of the girls from her house was walking around late, and she sighed before revealing herself.-

Hey,

-she whispered loudly with a smile, just enough for her to hear-

What’re you doin’ out?

-she grinned as she jogged up the stairs, her tennis shoes tapping lightly against the stairs-

[Antoinette Walker]

*The whispered greeting nearly spooked Antoinette out of her worn out and faded white slippers. Spying the girl jogging up the stairs, she recognized her as another Gryffindor student, and shook her head. Of course a Prefect or Head student- Head of House, even- wouldn't be so nice, if they stumbled upon someone breaking curfew!*

Being silly, as usual.

*She said with a grin, referring to both her earlier suspicion and her sneaking about.*

I was hungry-

*Antoinette glanced down at her stomach with a pointed look.*

-and wanted to see if I could find something to eat before going to bed. What about you?