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Mealtime was a time Sirius usually devoted almost entirely to the joy of eating and discussing plans with James; it didn't do to let outside problems filter in, as they ruined his appetite. But today, munching on a bun, he was suddenly reminded of his questions concerning Sabrina's party. Noreen had insisted the Ravenclaw girl liked burnt food, a phenomenon he had thought reserved solely for ghosts. She'd also said to ask Carolyn Barrie.
Having his school supplies with him, Sirius snatched up his quill and scribbled on a scrap of parchment:
Carrie - does Sabrina Holloway really like burnt food? Need to know. - Sirius
He crumpled up the parchment, spied what looked like Carolyn's back among those seated at Hufflepuff's table, and used his wand to zip the note off in her direction. It landed in the pudding of the person sitting next to her. Quickly, Sirius sat back down and stared at his plate. "Still need to work on aim," he grumbled to himself.
Having his school supplies with him, Sirius snatched up his quill and scribbled on a scrap of parchment:
Carrie - does Sabrina Holloway really like burnt food? Need to know. - Sirius
He crumpled up the parchment, spied what looked like Carolyn's back among those seated at Hufflepuff's table, and used his wand to zip the note off in her direction. It landed in the pudding of the person sitting next to her. Quickly, Sirius sat back down and stared at his plate. "Still need to work on aim," he grumbled to himself.