Italian Dinner

It was early evening when Ksenia came into the Great Hall for dinner. Classes have only just started and everyone was still getting settled into the routine. The Slushatel Prefect sat herself at an empty table by the window. She selected some fresh pasta for her meal, not looking at those sitting at other tables in the room and begun to eat.

Katerina walked into the Great Hall, starving, and searched for a table. Ignoring completely those she knew for certain would be full in a few minutes, the Hitrost stopped at a table near the window, where an older girl was sitting.

"Mind if I sit?" she asked, analyzing the girl. A Prefect badge on her robes, Katerina saw she was a fifth year, and Slushatel from the looks of it.

Ksenia glanced up as a younger girl approached her. She waved her hand, inviting her to sit at the table, but did not say anything as she went back to her meal. If the girl wanted something from her she would say so, Ksenia was never one for mindless chatter with strangers.

Katerina sat and said nothing as she put some mashed potatoes and a steak in her plate. She wasn't much of a talker, and the girl didn't seem like one either, which Katerina could only be grateful for.

It was already bad enough having to spend time with other people who wanted to know everything about her, as if she was some kind of animal they were doing research on.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the food. It'd been a while since she had something this good. Her grandmother was a good cook, but was getting old and Katerina had to cook most of the times. And her food couldn't even compare to the Durmstrang one, no matter how hard she tried.