Five phases of reassurance later, we'd left to the catering hall, arriving an hour late. Noah, dragging me by the arm, was talking my ears off – but I didn't mind. It was nice to reminisce in the moment. The grand entrance, however, went unnoticed amid the chatter and clinking of silverware. The hall, hidden behind the guise of an ordinary banquet venue, buzzed with energy.
Ahead of the maze of lunch tables stood a table for our teachers, and from there a woman had beckoned us to the front. Jay, Eric and Noah took the lead of our group (as Alyssa joined a clique of her own friends) and placed themselves just ahead of her and the rest of the teachers (who, frankly, didn’t seem to notice us in the slightest).
“Fashionably late, I see," the woman stated, gazing coolly at the boys. She turns her attention, then, to me. Her piercing eyes, a shade of deep violet, seemed to delve into the very essence of my being.
“Have you been given a house yet, young lady?” She inquired.
“No, ma’am, I'd only arrived this morning.”
"Ah, well – I'm Mrs Turner, but by the law of our school, you’ll call me Miss Grace.” Her voice has an air of disapproval for the informal customs, yet a smile lingers playfully – and she strikes me as an old soul with a young heart.
She gestures at a table close to the teachers' seating, beckoning our group to take a seat.
“Anyhow,” She continues, “I’ll send word to Sir Antoine to fix you a house, since you ought get it by tomorrow. Mr Castellan?”
Noah, who’d been fighting over a seat with Eric, glanced up sheepishly, “Err- yes, Ms Grace?”
“Do end the squabble.”
“Uh- of course, yes, my bad.” He states with a stammer, resorting to a seat next to Jay.
There’s an awkward silence, and it’s Chris who becomes our lifesaver as my stomach grumbles in protest to the warm, enriching smells wafting around us.
“Five compatible lunch trays of food coming in for our gang! Thought this would help,” He says with a wink, setting down a gleaming silver tray at my wake.
Noises of approval erupt from our end and the smell is the best in the world. A briny sauce and pasta combination it gives makes it smell fresh. Soft and saucy when preparing it from scratch, the pasta and melted cheese make it feel smooth and slippery pasta when you can't pick it up with a fork -the cheesy warm goodness of the taste makes it amazing. Also, the salty pasta layers it has, and can also add hot sauce to give it a little spice.
Not to mention the look of the plate - the tawny meat and the rouge tomato sauce look mouth-watering to anyone who has taste buds; you know it's fresh out of the oven when the steam comes straight out when you cut a piece off. I'm convinced that lasagne takes the crown for the best Italian grub, and I don't think anyone could even make me think otherwise!
...I don’t think I’ve ever extensively talked about a dish as much as I have lasagne-
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