I sit down at the table and greet everybody. Draco doesn’t even look up as he takes a bite of his apple. Blaise and Theo are biting into peach tarts, which earns me a wink from Blaise. As much as I would like to be better than them, I relent and grab a tart. The crust is so buttery and flaky, the inside so sweet and creamy. Mouth watering. I should be very proud to be compared to such an amazing piece of food.