Four hours earlier, Austria.
In the dining hall of Grindelwald Castle, a thirteen-year-old blonde girl sat alone at the head of a long table large enough to seat dozens. Faced with a lavish spread of food, she wolfed it down like a whirlwind.
Aisling had recently been undergoing brutal special training. She burned through so much energy that naturally, she ate far more than before.
And it showed. Just over ten days of hard training had noticeably changed Aisling's figure. Her already curvy body had become even more upright and toned, no longer giving off the frail impression it once had.
On top of that, girls her age were still growing. Over the past month or so, Aisling had unknowingly shot up quite a bit, and she was now almost as tall as Roy.
Although Aisling ate at an astonishing pace, unlike Roy, who had absolutely no regard for his image or manners, she still maintained a relative degree of quiet elegance while stuffing all kinds of food into her mouth. At the very least, she did not grab food with her hands.
It was hard to say whether Aisling or Roy was the true foodie. Maybe both were. In any case, before long, Aisling had cleared several large platters in front of her and downed a huge glass of chilled red wine.
"Ah—"
After eating and drinking her fill, Aisling leaned back against the gold-inlaid dining chair beneath her and smiled contentedly.
After letting out a very unladylike burp, Aisling stood up, scratched her butt, picked up the half-finished bottle of chilled red wine, and prepared to cosplay Snape by returning to her room to become a little shut-in.
Honestly, ever since returning from America, Aisling had remained as hardworking as ever, but she had become much less harsh