One Fowl Evening | Amber & Rose
Amber had returned to school looking as if she was recovering from a bad winter flu. Her eyes had bags under them and she slept a lot, but at least she was eating well. More than well. In fact she had managed to convince the house elves in the kitchen to give her some chicken left over from dinner, so they gave her enough to fill a grown man on its own, wrapped up in a parcel of brown cooking paper.
Back in her dorm Amber settled herself in the middle of her bed and opened both the parcel and a book, meaning to eat and study at the same time. She had only just started on the first page and her second mouthful of still-warm chicken when she noticed Rose enter their dorm room. âThe chickenâs mine,â she said with a glare, possessively covering her prized food back up with its wrapping paper.















