Dinner in the Dark PV Aoi Risa Closed

The Slytherin graduate was sitting at the professor's table in the Great Hall in a far corner from the usual occupied places. The chairs around him empty, as he had decided to eat his dinner later. The house elves were kind enough to warm up the dished for him once again and this was not a special occurance. The ginger would frequently miss the usual eating hours on purpose to have his peace when eating. Without the kids present or at least without most of them. Their voices sometimes got so loud that he could not swallow a bite of his food without developing a headache, because of all the side noises. Thurston's ears were more sensitive, enhightened from the all the time he spend in the wild world fending for himself. He had to adapt, he would have died instead. This is just a normal occurance that happened to one, if they went through similar stuff. Survival of the fittest and to survive he had to adapt and he did.

The young man sat in the hall, slowly eating the food on the filled plate in front of him. The steam of the red meat raising upwards as some basic mashed potatoes were the side dish along with some greens. Nothing special, the man had no extra wishes for the house elves. He would not ask them for cookies, he could not understand how others could eat so much sugar without feeling the nausea raising. Alone thinking about it made his stomach twist. He stopped eating for a second and looked around in the empty great hall. No student was here as it was past curfew and only the softly shimmering lights could tell that someone was currently in here. Hopefully no one would notice though, He did not want to socialize. A sigh escaped his lips as he raised the fork to his lips again, eating another slice of the steak with some mash.

Food was not a pleasure for him, it was something to fuel his body. A tool one might say. When he lived in the forest he could not eat just because he wanted to. He ate when he needed nourishment and concentrated on more important stuff when he was not hungry. With times it mattered less how food tasted, if it was especially tasty or just functional. Tasty food often took time and preparation while other foods took less time. He shook his head and stared at his plate. This was something he would rarely eat, often too expensive and he himself had no reason to make a mash. He could boil and cook over a fireplace but other than that he was kind of limited in his ways of getting food.

He had learned to appreciate less and it had been weird and difficult. It took time to adjust from a prestigous life to a life where you are alone. But in the end he did not regret it, if only he grew with the experience.