Celebration Banquet

"Shanna, drink a little less alcohol."

Watching his younger sister get so excited that she forgot herself, Bell reminded her with both amusement and helplessness.

By the way, where had Shanna gotten that Ravenclaw badge she was wearing?

"Okay, Gege."

After downing the Butterbeer in her hand, Shanna tossed aside the cup and began eating the food on the table. She had skipped lunch to commentate on the match, then spent the afternoon fooling around with everyone. Her stomach was practically flattened from hunger.

"Shanna, is it really okay for the two of us to be here?"

Lena cautiously glanced at the lively crowd around them, tugged at Shanna's sleeve, and spoke softly.

Being introverted by nature, she already disliked noisy occasions like this. On top of that, she was from Slytherin House. Standing among all the Ravenclaw students made her feel strangely out of place.

"What's wrong with it? Let me tell you, I had the House-elves carefully prepare all this food. You can usually only get it at the Halloween Eve feast and the Year-End Banquet. Hurry up and eat more, or you'll be missing out big time!"

As she spoke, Shanna picked up a large plate. Her right hand became a blur, and within two or three seconds, she had piled it high with Lena's favorite foods before stuffing it into her arms.

"But we're not from Ravenclaw."

Holding the food in her arms, Lena felt her mouth watering uncontrollably. Yet as she looked at all the unfamiliar faces around her, she still felt uneasy.

Maybe she should pack more food and take it back to eat?

"Who says we aren't? Hold on."

Shanna grabbed a Little Eagle passing nearby and asked him:

"Hey! Tell me, am I a Ravenclaw student or not?"

"Who are you—cough, cough!