Hermione looked at the pile of mashed potatoes and broccoli on her plate. She had a fork in one hand and a spoon sitting underneath her other. The left side of her lips was curled into a disgusted sneer. She jerked back when a large bubble inside the green-y mash burst, splattering her golden and red tie.
"Look at this mess!" She exclaimed. Harry and Ron were sitting across the table from her and Luna on her right side. "I can't eat this! Not again!" She folded her arms and pouted, her eyes rolling.
Harry was poking at his own mush with a knife, just in case it was still alive. His plate consisted of a lumpier, orange substance. It was wriggling. He jabbed it with his knife and it let out a high pitched wail before falling limp. "At least it didn't squeal yesterday." Harry mumbled, his hair getting in the way of his eyes.
He had taken to straightening and spraying it down so it covered his scar and his entire eye. He could barely see anymore and Gryffindor lost the last two games because he had been grabbing at Stacey Forzani's bulbous golden nose instead of the Snitch.
He, too, leaned away from the table, gagging slightly.
But next to him, Ron was digging in. He had a fork in one hand, for the chewy, tough bits, and a spoon in the other, to catch all the juices running from the side. His plate had a peaked pile of deep brown… meat? The edges were charcoaled and the middle was still quite pink, but Ron was shovelling it into his mouth, nonetheless. His eyes had a kind of crazed hunger look behind them and the edges of his lips were pink from straining to fit more in.
"Ron!" Hermione squealed, causing the rest of the table and indeed most of the Great Hall to stop and look at her. She scoffed loudly and turned away, knocking into Luna who was gazing at her face intently. Eventually, the students turned away, murmuring. Harry excused himself to go to the bathroom. Before he made it to the door, he spewed his guts everywhere. He ran off, embarrassed, his scar burning. Voldemort was laughing at him.
"Shut up, Voldemort!" He screamed as he ran off. Hermione got up and trotted after him. She slammed the door behind her. Ron managed to look up from his plate for half a second to see only Luna gazing at him, licking her fingers. She ran them over her eyebrows and smiled. "It's good luck," she whispered. Ron got up, keeping the plate close to his face and shuffled off, still spooning his meaty mush into his gob hole.