Brynjolf Nilssen
I'm not sure I agree
Sat Feb 24, 2018 14:22
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Brynjolf didn’t have any objections to food. At least not usually but what he was staring at made him question that. It had been a mostly normal day for the almost-sixteen-year-old, his mood having been fairly reasonable for one of the first times during the term. His normal choice of chicken and rice (plenty of protein) wasn’t present for lunch and he couldn’t help but frown at that. So far, his regimen had been going well, but if he switched it up he was afraid that it would set him back. There were some items that looked suspiciously like chicken but he was almost certain that it was not going to taste like it at all. But it also looked like he didn’t have any kind of choice.

The Draco portioned some onto his plate and then tried to find some other side that went with it – the beans looked like a rather safe option. He didn’t really find much else that appealed to him and so wandered over and sat down at a table. Picking up one of the utensils, he frowned again. The fork was made of wood, instead of whatever it was normally made of (the only reason he knew it was different is because forks weren’t normally made of wood and he probably would have remembered if they were). Again, just another option that he didn’t have a choice in. Putting a bite into his mouth, the Draco braced himself for the taste that would flood his senses despite the visual of the food. Surprisingly though, it wasn’t as bland as he had heard it could be and was actually somewhat tasty.

Still not the same though.

The teen washed it down with a mouthful of water, grimacing at the texture. It was a little weird to him but he supposed that it would do for the time being. He heard a voice near him and he glanced over, not realizing that he’d chosen a table that someone was also just sitting down at. It was one of the girls from the year above him, Myfanwy, if he remembered correctly. She’d only been there for a year and Bryn had bumped into her a couple times. They’d never really talked though. Bryn’s eyebrow twitched upward as he eyed the sixth year after she spoke.

“You mean, you’re not responsible for it?” He asked, trying to clarify the thought that he’d originally assumed. It really only made sense that she had been responsible for it, but maybe he was wrong. “I just figured since you did the flyer’s and alternate menu last year that this was probably something you organized.” Other than the strange taste in food, Bryn didn’t know much about the student sitting next to him. He really needed to get out more and actually spend time with people, rather than his textbooks.

  • The BEST kind of meal - Myfanwy Owen, Thu Feb 8 06:40
    Myfanwy didn’t often go to the Diner for meals. That wasn’t to say she never went there, or that it was rare to see her at mealtimes, but there was hardly ever anything served that she felt... more
    • I'm not sure I agree - Brynjolf Nilssen, Sat Feb 24 14:22
      • Everyone is entitled to an opinion - Myfanwy, Mon Feb 26 05:01
        “You mean, you’re not responsible for it?” a voice said. Myffi paused with her fork halfway raised to her mouth, and looked at the person who’d implicated her. It was Bryn, in the year below. They... more
        • Bryn nodded thoughtfully as Myffi explained why she wasn’t actually the one behind what was going on. It made sense that she wouldn't be able to get the food and she definitely wasn't wrong in the... more
          • Perhaps I can change yours - Myffi, Fri Mar 2 14:57
            Bryn could have been a little more enthusiastic about the food, but he wasn’t rejecting it, so that was good enough for Myffi. He said he’d even be okay to eat vegan meals from time to time, which... more
            • I'm not so good at changing - Bryn, Thu Mar 8 12:32
              “Not in the way you’d imagine.” Bryn stared at the food infront of him as Myffi talked. Really, he couldn’t imagine how it would be easy to continually eat food like this. Despite the fact that it... more
              • “Sometimes a lack of choices,” Myffi replied to Bryn’s question, “but more often it’s not knowing what’s been put in things,” she nodded to demonstrate that he had understood the problem. “Like if... more
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