Pudding
"Why does Aunt Hermione want this pudding?" Teddy sid, stirring as fast as a seven year old could.
"For the party," Victoire said knowledgably.
"She doesn't need all of this pudding though," Teddy said, smiling.
"I suppose not," Victoire said cautiously.
"Then it doesn't matter if I do this!" Pudding flung across the table and hit Victories' shirt. She shrieked, and threw pudding at Teddy. They continued their fight, until Harry walked in, just as Teddy was about to pour the bowl on Victories' head. The two friends started to laugh, and poured the rest of the pudding on Harry.