The Great Hall did not open until eight in the evening, and it took quite a while for everyone to get seated. Most students had been waiting so long that they were already starving;
After seeing Dumbledore set the proper example, the students eagerly began naming dishes, ready to feast before thinking about the ball later.
Some people did not seem quite so hungry, such as Roger Davies, who barely ate anything;
It was as though some sort of spell had been cast on him—his gaze never left Fleur Delacour's face. It seemed that as long as Fleur Delacour was full, he would be full along with her.
The food Fleur Delacour ordered was all rather light, with hardly any broth or sauce in sight;
Her movements were restrained, making her look like a proud swan. After taking a small bite, she would chat with Roger Davies for a while.
"When the Christmas holidays arrive, Beauxbatons Castle doesn't just put up icicles—we put out ice sculptures!"
"Oh..." Roger Davies exclaimed, his eyes never leaving Fleur Delacour's face. "That must be beautiful!"
"Of course!" Fleur Delacour nodded. "The ice sculptures are exquisitely carved, and they won't melt. They sparkle like diamond statues..."
"Oh!" Roger Davies nodded in agreement. "Just hearing about it makes it sound beautiful..."
Fleur Delacour continued, "Our food is delicious too. Whenever we dine, we can always hear the Forest Fairy Choir sing. Serenades are what they sing most often..."
Roger Davies finally started eating something, but his gaze still did not leave Fleur Delacour's face;
He was utterly absorbed in what she was saying, occasionally holding his fork crookedly and failing to get the food into his mouth;
He was quick to imitate Fleur Delacour's movements, though. When Fleur Delacour slapped the table, he slapped the