In class...the fic that lead to the name of my ship. Not that it matters to you...yes, it's Harry Potter related, but, gosh, it's cute. Just a bit of fluff.

So today I brough a lot of leftovers that I cooked up last night and the grouchy old chinese lady who works here was in dire need of the microwave, so she took them out immediately after the buzzer went off. Which wasn't really enough time, since it *was* a lot of food, but I came in, on time, to get it, and she goes, 'Don't tell me you're going to eat all of that.'

I said, "no, I've got class tonight, so it's for dinner too," which is the truth, but I felt like saying something like, "as if it's any of your business how much I eat, thank you very much." But I didn't, because I'm polite. She's just grouchy, like I said. Ah well. Can't please everyone. Though now she probably thinks I'm some sort of piggy overeater. Sigh.

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