"Hm, well, you know Harold Dingle at all? Probably not, he's in my year, Ravenclaw..." Nikolas began, sitting down across from Daphne and helping himself to a sandwich. He was glad he'd decided to charm the bag to keep everything warm before he left the school that morning. After swallowing some Butterbeer and enjoying the characteristic warmth that it caused, he continued. "He's always getting the weirdest things shipped to him by owl, I don't even know where from, but I thought he might be able to get some food if I asked him, and this morning her found me before we all set off and handed me this, so."
Truth be told, Nikolas had half been expecting the bag to be full of dragon dung, or some sort of powdered, poisonous herbs, but he'd checked in the Great Hall and the appetizing smell that had wafted out set any doubts aside. "You don't have any allergies, do you?" A moment later his mouth was full of bread and ham.