In the Great Hall, not a meal time
Sirius sat at the Gryffindor table contemplating a chess game he was playing with no-one.
He was bored and sat twiddling the black knight between his fingers rather than trying to move it out of harm's way.
He'd already charmed a light snow to fall on the Slytherin table at half hourly intervals, but even that was becoming boring.
He was bored and sat twiddling the black knight between his fingers rather than trying to move it out of harm's way.
He'd already charmed a light snow to fall on the Slytherin table at half hourly intervals, but even that was becoming boring.