Lilith walks into your dorm room without knocking, your door opens wide and with such force that it hits the wall with a loud BANG. It does not phase the newcomer: she instantly launches something in your direction. She spots @ask-andrew-larson by his bed as well and puts her hand on her hip, surprised to observe such a skittish baby deer in the wild, my, my. They hunt those for sport at Durmstrang, sweet face and all. She turns to look at Felix and points at the projectile she chucked at him.
"Ey. Just some goodies for you two. You eat them just like that. But," she sighs. "I was told not everyone just eats them here so here's a solution: you dip beans in chocolate."
With that, she digs a chocolate bar out of her bag and almost throws it at Andrew but changes her mind right before doing it. The chocolate gets placed on the table instead. Lilith leaves without closing the door behind her.
Felix’ heart nearly leaps out of his chest as the door slams open, making him jump in his seat. He whirls around to face the unexpected visitor with wide eyes, only to find Lilith standing there, her aura almost intimidating.
Before he could even utter a word, she had already hurled something in his direction. He barely manages to catch the coffee beans, his fingers fumbling awkwardly to keep them from spilling onto the floor, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
He shoots a glance at the small hole in the wall left by the force of the door, a silent testament to Lilith's determined entrance, before turning his full attention back to her. The confident Ravenclaw seemed to be in a hurry to leave as quickly as she had arrived.
Before Felix could gather his thoughts or even muster a response, she was already gone, leaving the room as quickly as she entered. The Swede shoots a puzzled glance at Andrew, silently asking him for any explanation he might have.
His gaze shifts between the beans in his hands and the chocolate bar now sitting on the table. A smile tugs at his lips as an idea forms in his mind.
"Tja, Andrew," he says cheerfully, "want to whip up something delicious with these?" He gestures towards the ingredients with a nod of his head, already moving in the direction of the door.
With a flick of his wand, he repairs the hole in the wall with a whispered "Reparo," then turns back to his friend, waiting for his answer with a hopeful look in his eyes and a smile plastered on his lips.
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