Hungry- Hungry for stew as I blindly make my way towards my goal. I've had many issues with this journey before, but this time I'm not going to let it bother me. The room is as dark as night as I stop in my tracks.

I hear footsteps. I stop myself from gasping as the enemy gets nearer. It's dark so we can't see but I know where the wall is so I edge myself near it. We're all myopic, all of us running victims in the dark. God, I could go for some stew right now. Stew with tequila. Just the thought makes my mouth dry with thirst.

I hear Ron arguing quietly with Kingsley Shacklebolt to my right.

"we should go left!" says Ron.

"No! We should go forward to the opposite end of the room!" Argues Shacklebolt. Too late. The enemy has heard the quarrel, though they were as quiet as a mouse, and starts running towards them.

They split up, Shacklebolt going left, Ron going right. My right. Oh shit. He's heading straight for me! I lunge into the middle, do a tumble-turn and manage to get myself to the other side untouched. My heart starts pounding as I touch the hand of someone next to me. I jump in fright.

"Don't worry," says Molly Weasly. "It's just me." She whispers. The enemy, thankfully, hasn't heard us.

Most of us decided to pair up for the event, but I said I'd go alone. Mrs. Weasly said that too and ironically enough, we wound up hiding together.

"We can get through this!" she whispers in my ear, holding on tightly to my hand, her voice all shaky. Though, I got to tell you; I'm having my doubts.

"Do you know where Arthur and Fleur are hiding?" she asks.

"I don't know where anyone is." It's true. In situations like these people constantly change hiding places, not knowing where they are, not knowing where the rest of us are. Maybe we're near a door, maybe we're near some random painting. We'll never know, not unless the enemy catches one of us.

There are 19 of us in the room, not including the enemy. There's Mrs. Weasly and me, Mr. Weasly and Fleur, Ron and Shacklebolt, George and Tonks, Fred and Mundungus, Hermione and Hagrid, Lupin and Draco, Sirius and Snape, Ginny and Moody and Dobby decided to go alone as well. Brave, brave Dobby. If there was anyone who I wanted to be like the most, it'd be him. Though I fear the worst for him.

Oh no. there's a tingling sensation in my nose. No! I think I'm going to…Ah… ah… ahchoo! Crap! I sneezed.

"You dipshit!" shouts Molly as she lets go of my hand and piss-bolts away from me. The enemy is sprinting towards me now and I decide to run forward. Bad idea.

I run into Dobby. He saves his own ass by tripping me over, having a little giggle and running away devilishly, glee spread all over his smug little face. I lie there helplessly as the enemy taps my shoulder. Suddenly the lights come on and the enemy shouts at the top of their voice...

"Tag! You're it!" It was Dumbledore, and he runs away giggling violently.

I look around still lying face down to find everyone is pissing themselves laughing.

They start to point at me and chant, "Ha ha he ha ha, Harry's it!" They are so cruel. My face goes red. I'm officially embarrassed. Still lying on the ground I look at my watch and I realize; our lunch break was over.

It had been an enjoyable lunch, but the time has come to get back to work as we all realize this and gloomily exit the room to go back to whatever the hell we were doing previously. It's sad to say goodbye, but then I think to myself with a smile on my face, there's always tomorrow.