Born to Make Mistakes, Not Fake Perfection ( Oliver Wood )

Chapter 14

I'm not sure what Daphne was stirring in her bowl this morning, but it smelled heavenly.

"Pleeeease Daph? Just one teensy little mouthful?" I begged, laying my head on her shoulder.

She raised a condescending brow. "No. You ate two plates of eggs and probably thirty strips of bacon. You've had enough."

I pouted. "Daphneeeeeee!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Ugh, my stomach's gonna eat it's self! Feel it! It's hungry!"

"You're not hungry you just ate."

"I am hungry!"

"You're not."

"Don't tell me what I feel, woman!"

She rolled her eyes. "I know you're not-"

"Don't tell me i'm not hungry! I feel it in my soul!"

She glanced at me, the corners of her lips twitching up. "You're a mess."

"So, can I have some?"

"No." She smirked.

"Ugh!" I let my head fall onto the table

I heard her chuckle. 

"You're so greedy!" I whined, taking Marc's unused spoon and helping myself to a spoonful of whatever deliciousness Daphne concocted.

She tried to swat my arm, but I already had the spoon in my mouth before she reacted.

Lightening fast, my friends.

Whatever this was, it was amazing. Vanilla and cinnamon flavors danced on my tongue.

It was a bit of a soupy substance and slid down my throat with ease.

"Mmmm," I moaned, about to reach in for some more, but in the mist of me being distracted she traded seats with Kara, who's breakfast looked like a salad.

Who does that?

"The bloody hell are you eating?" I asked, now eating half of Cassius's piece of strudel

"Asparagus and zucchini with baby spinach." Kara replied, hastily piling in the greens.

My eyebrows scrunched. Breakfast is a time for deliciousness, not that garbage.

"I wish I wasn't so bloody insecure about my body," Kara complained, "Like for fuck's sake I just want to wear shorts without crying!" 

"I can't diet." I said, now working on my own chocolate chip muffins I pulled from the basket.

"Why not?" Kara asked, pinching the little bit of fat under her arm.

"Because, last time I tried I kept eating cookies." I said, using my tongue to reach a bit of loose chocolate that fell below my lip.

"And pizza," Miles chimed from beside me. I smiled.

"Then the kitchen table," I pointed at him.

"And the living room." Miles smirked.

"And an Danish family of four."

"WITH a side salad." I high fived Miles. Cheeky little bugger.

"You two are imbeciles." Daphne groaned. I scoffed and so did Miles.

"Well!" I slung my bag over my shoulder, picked up my muffins and held a hand over the table for Miles to take. "I see we're not wanted here! Good day, Ms.Greengrass!"