The smell of bacon and egg was intoxicating as I sat wedged between Harry and Pansy in the great hall.
The tables were still empty, with the exception of a few lone ravenclaws who were sitting huddled together, pouring over textbooks and pieces of parchment.
I glanced down at the toast on my plate, my stomach growling in hunger. I picked it up at took a bite. One bite. Then placed it back on my plate, pushing it away.
I looked over at Harry who was deep in conversation with Hermione who sat opposite.
He was lucky. He could eat without the fear of calories, I couldn't. If I gained weight, it would make everything worse. I wouldn't just be the ex-deatheater. I'd be the fat one.
It was hard to maintain an even semi decent reputation, and being fat would just ruin it all. So I didn't want to risk it.. I wouldn't risk it.
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