"Is Hogwarts," Neville realised, fork clattering to his plate. It was only then that Harry realised he’d had three slices of toast. And they weren’t just plainly buttered, Malfoy had pasted the second with jam and the last —the one he’d only just finished– was plied with small amounts of meat. Harry had eaten it all without even realising he’d been eating at all. Even his tea was perfect. 