Hug Hunting

"I think it's something to do with the paint," the elder teenager said slowly, drawing out the words unsurely, "I could be wrong, but I think I read that somewhere. It was years ago though, so who knows."

The two walked in companionable silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying the other's comforting company. It wasn't until their feet led them to the Great Hall, that the redhead found herself blinking a few times in shock. It wasn't like she'd really been paying attention to where they were going, but lack of observation wasn't a common thing in the Slytherin's world. Before she could even wrap her head around the moment, Vivianna realized that there was noise coming from inside the grand room. A dull roar, like there always was during mealtimes. Right, mealtimes, supper.

Sending Bertie a questioning glance, the female shrugged and stated, "looks like we'll have to do with a rain check on that walk around the grounds. I hadn't even realized what time it was, you hungry?"

Bertie, who had been absorbed in his ever expanding mind of questions about magical art, too hadn't realised how much time had passed on their stroll through the castle. Nor was it until Vivianna announced their arrival at The Great Hall did he realise where they were. He had spent the later half of the stroll examining the aged frames and wizards within them. Even when they reached the marble staircase in the entrance hall did it not click in his mind, he had instead began to think about the art without the need to see it.

Upon the mention of food a rumble escaped Bertie. He giggled. That answered Vivianna's question. Pushing open the doors into The Great Hall the bubble of student chatter and smell of roasted potatoes, steamed broccoli assorted meats and yorkshire puddings ensnared Bertie's senses. 'It was nice seeing you Viv.' The Ravenclaw told his older sister, smiling before hurrying off to sit with one of his friends at the Ravenclaw table, the thought of magical art erased from his mind as it was replaced with many questions of how and who could cook such splendid suppers.