A/N: First update in over a year! (Sorry, it's also why it's not very good, I'm pretty rusty.)

Chapter 8

Someday in the future, a headmaster will try to implement a low fat, healthy diet at Hogwarts, needless to say, the Gryffindors will not be impressed.

"What even is this?" Peter Thomkins grimaced, lifting up the springy green stuff on his fork.

"Looks like troll bogeys." He best friend Josiah moaned, before groaning, "Smells like it too." Thomas turned up his nose in disgust before dropping his fork to his plate.

"Suddenly, I'm not very hungry." He groaned. His fellow Gryffindors sitting around his nodded in agreement. Peter turned to where Professor Longbottom, the new headmaster. was happily digging into his plate of troll bogey salad. Looking around, Thomas noticed similar looks of disgust on the faces of nearly all the students, especially in Gryffindor House. To him it was obvious. This food was not going to fly. Grabbing his water glass he climbed onto the table and rapped the goblet in order to get the halls attention. Once it was silent he opened his mouth,

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am sure it has come to your attention that the food here at Hogwarts is not to the standard of which we are used to. We here in Gryffindor House greatly object to this turn of events, and I for one am sick of it. Until the food has returned to a higher quality, I am on hunger strike!" He took his seat to thunderous applause and hooting. Professor Longbottom smiled and calmly responded,

"While we appreciate your enthusiasm Mr. Thompkins, I'm afraid a hunger strike is not the way to deal with the situation. We spent many months working with the House Elves, and evaluating the Hogwarts menu to find a balance that would benefit us all. It would be wise of you to accept that things have changed, and who knows you might be surprised with the new food." Peter merely scowled,

"I am not having any of this! You can't starve us all!" The hall was silent, Peter looked around earnestly. "Come on guys! It's up to us to change things back to the way we've had it, we need to help the future generations!" Suddenly his best friend stood up.

"I'm in."

"Yeah! Me too."

"And me!" Soon the entire hall was filled with angry shouts and signs of protests as too Peter's amazement, the entire school was standing. Professor Longbottom sighed.

"Very well. It's not going to work."

3 days later

"You need to fix this!" Madame Pomfrey yelled at the headmaster. "Today alone I've had 23 students pass out from hunger. This hunger strike is putting them all in danger!" Neville rubbed the headache forming in his temples.

"I know Poppy, I'm trying to figure something out."

"Well figure it out quicker!" She yelled, storming out of the office.

That evening as the students gathered in the Great Hall, not to eat, but to stare defiantly at the teachers, they were surprised to find the high table empty. Confused whispers filled the hall when suddenly the doors where thrown open and Professor Longbottom marched in, a pile of pizza boxes in his arms, followed by the rest of the teachers doing the same. Dumping the boxes on the Gryffindor table he looked at the confused students.

"You win. The menu will be back tomorrow." The cheers where so deafening, a flock of birds could be seen taking flight in the forest.