            Despite it being from a box mix—and likely an expired one at that—Hermione didn’t think she’d ever tasted something so delightful, though her sense of taste did tend to deplete while being on the run. She practically moaned around the first mouthful, earning a knowing chuckle from both wizards before a strained silence settled over the room. Hermione swallowed, embarrassed. Lucius started eating. Sirius began to cook.