Chapter Twenty Two: "That was fun."

Later on in the week, Madame Pomfrey discharged me from the Hospital Wing, as I was 'taking up valuable bed space'. The fact that I was the only one in there seemed to have escaped her. Personally, I thought it was because she thought I was a trouble maker.

Huh, like that'll happen.

I had agreed to meet Bella and Cassie in the Great Hall for lunch. As it was a Tuesday, I had missed my least favourite class. Double Potions with, wait for it, the Slytherins.

Arriving in the already crowded hall, I slid into the saved seat next to Cassie. I speared three roast potatoes on my fork and pushed them onto my plate. Then I picked out a nice piece of steak and placed it next to the potatoes. Sirius was watching me with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open.

"How can you do that?" He asked in awe.

"Do what?" I replied, spooning cauliflower florets and broccoli sprigs onto my plate. I drowned everything in gravy and daintily picked up my fork. I cut open a potato and raised it delicately to my mouth.

"Not eat everything straight from the serving dish!" Sirius appeared transfixed by my fork. "And how do you eat so… so…" He trailed off when Belle raised her eyebrow at him and shook her head slowly.

"In a civilised manner?" I cocked an eyebrow and grinned roguishly. I continued eating.

Soon after, the main parts of the meal disappeared and the desserts arrived. Among the delicious looking puddings was my favourite. Raspberry Torte.

Belle saw me eyeing the desserts and laughed.

"What?" I asked, whipping out my hand mirror. I heard Potter snort, but chose to ignore it.

"You're so predictable! I mean, Raspberry Torte? Come on!" She giggled.

"Hey! My mum used to make it after me and my dad came home from one of his many excursions. He was trying to find the 'perfect horse'. He wanted to breed a horse that had Thoroughbred agility, Arab beauty and Shetland resilience. Never did it though. For all I know, he may still be doing it, in America." I finished to silence.

"I'm sorry Lil, I didn't know." Belle whispered.

"It's okay. Just don't EVER insult the Torte. The Torte is almighty. And the Torte's wrath is… is… well, it's not good. So there." I stuck out my tongue. She returned the gesture.

This carried on, back and forth, till Remus cleared his throat.

"What?!" We both rounded on him.

"Uh… everybody's staring." He whispered.

I looked up. He was right. "What're you all gaping at? Get back to eating!" I barked in a McGonagall-ish way.

Cass giggled. Just one little giggle escaped her mouth was all I needed.

I grinned widely, and then began to laugh.

Soon, five of us were clutching our sides, holding our breath and crying of mirth. Only Potter sat with a sourpuss expression on his face.

I noticed and shook myself, calming down instantly. I sauntered over to him and sat down in his lap.

I tapped my chin in a thoughtful way and pondered for a moment. Then I got up, stretched lazily and wandered away. As I sat down in my seat again, I said; "Your lap's overrated."

I then got up and sat in Sirius', Remus' and Frank Longbottom's. "I like Sirius' the best."

I then grabbed my shoulder bag and wandered out of the Hall.

"That was fun."

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Short but sweet. Writer's block has struck again, leaving a trail of hopelessly deranged writers in its wake.

Lol

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