Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Henry couldn't stand another minute alone in his room. Edward's voice was letting out a constant stream of abuse, and it was taking all of Henry's self-control not to just give in and let Edward lumber around the place. He went to the common room to work on some homework, hoping for a distraction.

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Henry finished cooking, and scooped the eggs off onto two plates. "I'm from London, in the year 1899." He grabbed some silverware, and set it next to the two plates. "Bon appetite."

[fates_jaye]

"Gracias," she says, and is a little wary of trying it, but... "Doesn't suck," she decides.

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Where cooking is concerned, this is a serious compliment to Henry. "Thank you." He took a bite, pleased with his eggs' turnout.