#broooossssss

❝ it’s fine, reg.  i don’t like kreacher’s fish, anyway. ❞

he wrinkles up in nose in exaggerated distaste.  honestly, being sent up without supper was the least that could happened from breaking mother’s vase  —  well, from taking the blame for breaking mother’s vase.  he shifts on his bed, knees coming to his chest with arms wrapped ‘round them.   ❝ what do you think the food will be like when we get to hogwarts?  better than anything we’ve ever had, even at christmas, i’ll bet! ❞