Golden and juicy

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Ron picked it up. It felt just right in his hand, as if it was made to just sit there and drip chicken grease onto him forever. He stared at it longingly, as the beautiful smell of it wafted up and greeted his nostrils warmly.

"Whats that?" asked Harry, craning his neck along with Hermione to see what Ron was holding.

"Uhh... nothing." Ron replied shortly, worried that Harry would steal Chicken's love with his famousness. He quickly made up some lie about needing the bathroom and abruptly left the table they were sitting at.

"Are you going to go to the toilet with that chicken leg?" exclaimed Hermione, somewhat grossed out.

Ron pretended that he couldn't hear her, and promptly exited the great hall with his beloved. He then walked into his dormitory and sat on his bed with Chicken held out in front of him.

It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen; its smell, its shape, its colours, its textures. He was bold enough to state that he was in love.
He was.
Chicken was part of his life now, he could never look back.