Harry all but ran from the room. Once he got into the kitchen, he quietly turned on the faucet and rubbed the cool water on his burning cheek. Once he was done, he gently tapped a rag onto it and siphoned the water off. Turning off the water, he sped to the pantry and grabbed the Party-Size bag of crisps and tentatively walked back into the room. His uncle was back watching the TV, and he was making a "gimme’ motion with his hands. Harry’s stomach made an absent growl though he purposely crinkled the bag loudly to drown out the noise. He handed it and let it go quickly, scampering away.