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[The writing is cramped and spiky, written with such force that the quill blotted on numerous viciously-poked full stops. Here be swirls and scribbles and various doodles; one seems to be some kind of splatter pattern, one is an abstract spiral, and the other is a frog. Well. No. Half a frog. ...Ew.]
Question: is there any sight more disgusting than mass breakfasting in the Great Hall? Seven years worth of students and whole pantheon of teachers frantically eating like they've never seen a plate of eggs before and never will again. And the chatter! I don't want to know about anybody's new cat, or who was found snogging whom in the dungeons. I especially don't want to hear it when your mouth is filled with toast. Finally, I fail to see how discussion of which condoms taste best could ever be a good thing to listen to while eating. Or at all.
SH
[Not that he was eating; he only went down for a cup of tea, but it's the principle of the thing!]
Question: is there any sight more disgusting than mass breakfasting in the Great Hall? Seven years worth of students and whole pantheon of teachers frantically eating like they've never seen a plate of eggs before and never will again. And the chatter! I don't want to know about anybody's new cat, or who was found snogging whom in the dungeons. I especially don't want to hear it when your mouth is filled with toast. Finally, I fail to see how discussion of which condoms taste best could ever be a good thing to listen to while eating. Or at all.
SH
[Not that he was eating; he only went down for a cup of tea, but it's the principle of the thing!]