An Appetite II Open
Bellatrix took her seat in the Great Hall with ease, scooping a plentiful amount of food onto her plate. She glanced around the table as she always did each morning, hoping to find someone who she did not recognize.
Frowning a bit, she plopped her elbows onto the table. She could practically hear the disapproving shouts of her mother, scolding her for being so un-lady like in public. Bellatrix smiled, satisfied, and grasped a fork in her right hand. When she was just about to dig in, to fill the need of food her grumbling stomach so desired, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Hello.”
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Finn walked along Main Street in Storybrook. He felt eyes on him. Had people still not forgiven what he had done? He lifted his head up and looked straight ahead as he walked, kicking a rock along the path as he went. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. This was ridiculous. Everyone was acting as if he was the only one that had done anything bad in their lives. He sighed, a grimace growing on his face.
