“The house elves actually cook it, not like the generic refrigerating crap they served us on my old school…” Eline stared at nothing in particular, with a look of distaste on her face. She was picturing the baked fried chicken at her old school. That’s not even possible--baked fried chicken--but somehow they managed to serve greasy chicken out of the oven. Yuck.
Eline shook out of it, and looked at Ellie as she began to absentmindedly pile food onto her plate. “So what should we do then?” she asked.