I Need Something Salty [open]

[aquat1cf1sh]

Avery trudged down the basement stairs and sighed. His stomach growled in unison. He was craving something to eat... Except he didn't want anything sweet. Oh no, he needed something salty. Potato chips or something alone those lines would do just fine.

He opened the door to the kitchens and trudged inside. He felt really bad for asking the house elves for food, but he was quite bored, and he was craving food. It gave him something to do. He looked around at the house elves and smiled at them. "Er, can I get something salty, like-"

It was like a flash of lightning. A small, tiny house elf appeared at his feet with a container of salt. "No no no," he said, smiling at the elf. "I wanted some chips that are a little bit on the salty side, but I'll take this, er, salt in the mean time!" He felt kind of odd giving commands; usually it was he who was following them, or else at least listening to them. He bent down, grabbed the container of salt from the house elf, and observed it as the same elf appeared at his feet with a rather large bag of potato chips.

"Thank you so much, you have no idea how happy this makes me!" he patted the house elf's shoulder, opened the bag, and began to dig in.

[briony]

She wondered what time it was. Briony couldn't know, of course, since she had lost her watch, but she still wondered. Was it just early afternoon or was it later? It had to be at least afternoon, because she had skipped lunch, breakfast too. That was why she was here. To say she was starving was an understatement.

As she opened the door and entered the kitchens, Briony saw that she wasn't the only one there. The Hufflepuff would have spoke to him, but instead she was nearly bowled over by a house elf. Kneeling down, Briony gave the elf a hug. She knew this one and had known her for years.

"Tipsy, could I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Maybe a glass of milk too?" Tipsy nodded and hurried off to comply, but Briony knew the the small elf would dress her down later for missing meals. Making her way over to a small table that the elfs kept set up for situations like this, Briony gave the boy with the bag of chips a smile. As Briony sat down, Tipsy rushed back over with a sandwich and a glass of milk. Briony in turn slipped a chocolate frog from her pocket and handed it to the elf. "Thank you, Tipsy." Briony had to smile, Tipsy was one of the few people that could understand her strange, think accent. Turning her attention to the boy there, Briony gave him another smile. "You are most welcome to join me if you wish."