Where: The Kitchens
When: Late evening, after the Welcoming Feasts
Characters involved: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger
The pair arrived at the painting of a fruit bowl after going down four floors and passing through a stone corridor filled with paintings of food and brightly lit by torches. Hermione had lost of course and not just because her legs were shorter than Ron's, but Hermione beat Ron to reveal the doorknob after she tickled the pear. She smiled slightly as she pulled the door open wide enough for them to fit through and thought back to their Fourth Year when they had first found out about the kitchens and for Hermione, what worked there. Hermione hadn't thought about how their food was given to them too much before that, she had had no reason to bother with how her toast and sausages arrived up at the tables in the Great Hall. That had all changed though and some people thought it was for the worse. People like Ron and probably even Harry.
Lifting her leg so that she could hop over the slightly raised threshold to get into the kitchen, Hermione was welcomed, almost grudgingly by the little house-elves that dwelled in the kitchens and cleaned the castle. Hermione gave a wave and looked behind her to see if Ron had made his way in yet. She wasn't really too concerned with food anymore and maybe she had never been, but now they were here and Ron would get his stomached filled once more with all the treats the house-elves were likely to stuff him with. Hermione made her way around the group gathered before the door and frowned, those poor things! They just had no idea how sad their lives were. They could be so much better. Sighing, she took a seat at a round table and leaned her cheek onto her fist. A house-elf came over and asked if she wanted anything, Hermione sighed, "A Butterbeer, please." She replied kindly, maybe Ron and Harry were right, they did seem to like giving to others. They were so selfless. Then Hermione remembered that it was only because this was the only life they had ever known. She was torn, what could she do if they wouldn't see reason? She glanced over at Ron and made a noise in her throat, some people just didn't see reason.