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Now is the time for eating.

He woke up on the floor, shivering from the cold. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. His right arm and shoulder was stiff from sleeping on his side on the hard floor. He slowly stood up in the dark, and wobbled to the tiny bathroom. He tried to flick on the light, but found that the light had burnt out.

"Nothing to be bothered about. It's not like I'm not used to it…" he said with a deep, angered sigh.

He did his business, flushed the grungy toilet, and stumbled around in the dark to his 'kitchen' table. He sat down on a wobbly chair and let his head down to rest on the table. He threw one arm over the table, thinking that the table was empty, as usual.

His arm bumped something that rustled like a paper bag. He slowly looked up, with one eye open. The other eye opened in excitement when his brain processed the information overload.

"I have food!" yelled Ron. He jumped around with a childish smile on his face. This would have been the third day in a row of starvation!

After the glory of hunger came back into his mind, by a painful reminder of his stomach, he reached into the large brown paper bag. The first thing he found was a note. It read :

Hi Ron,

After looking in my cupboards for something to eat, I figured that I had too much food. Being the good person I am... I ate it. After eating the food, I wanted more. So I stopped by W.W.M.M. and bought me some more food. I took it home... and put it away. The problem was that there was not enough room to fit it all. When I told you that you looked like shit, I wasn't lying. You look like a bloody scarecrow! I brought my extras over while you were sleeping. I hope you didn't mind me also bringing over my extra blanket for you. I figured that you would be sleeping, and I figured that you didn't have any heat. I'll see you real soon, okay?

Good eats!

Harry

ps. I left a little treat in there for you.

A grin had formed on Ron's face as he tore up the letter and dove into the large bag. The first item he pulled out was five boxes of instant macaroni and cheese: just add magic (his favorite) wrapped in plastic (to make it one item). The rest of the items he just let hit the table as he turned the bag upside-down.

There was seven flasks of pumpkin juice, a jug of honey mead, an assortment of dried fruits that could be rehydrated with a spell, already put together bowls of salad, a delicious looking rotisserie chicken, hot dogs that keep hot at all times, and the basics: two loaves of bread, ketchup, mustard, fritos, and porn.

Ron went to put all of the food into his empty cupboards except a salad. He picked up the pile of magazines and tried to stuff them in what space was left... when he saw the picture on the front of the first magazine.

His big blue eyes expanded into huge blue eyes, and his ears turned as red as beets when he saw it. A small smile formed on his face as he set the magazines on the table.

"Those are for later. Now is the time for eating."