Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Squid.
Word-count: 100
Vincent and Gregory were the last ones at the Slytherin table, still enjoying their dinner. This evening they weren't forced to follow Draco back to the dorms. Pansy could manage that all by herself.
Gregory looked suspiciously at a green plate.
"That's squid", Vincent said.
Gregory grimaced. Maybe he was full, after all.
After moments of silence Gregory said:
"We don't need to go back just yet, right?"
Vincent played with a fork. "I guess not…"
Gregory looked at him. He had food around his mouth. "We can do… something else…"
Vincent looked up.
His face was ambiguous.
Fear?
Happiness?