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     Having agreed to let Tara stay in his room overnight since putting the blonde in the guest room with Hermione might cause her to raise some awkward questions, Harry had gone upstairs to make sure he hadn't left anything… interesting… lying around and was therefore the last person to make it to the table for dinner. As he lowered himself into his seat, his eyes landed on the brightly colored bag in front of Narcissa and widened in horror. "You cannot be serious."

     "Of course not. He's my first cousin as you very well know." Harry rolled his eyes, swearing to never make use of that particular pun again for the rest of his life. "As for this…" Narcissa unrolled the top of the white and red paper bag before reaching in and removing a cardboard box. "If you'd been down here to pick your own food, I wouldn't have had to pick it for you, now would I? You didn't want sushi and I wasn't about to send poor Dora running all over London."

     Harry sighed as Narcissa flicked her wand, levitating the bag and sending it floating slowly down the table towards him. "But… McDonald's? You could pick any restaurant in London and you sent her to McDonald's?"

     Shrugging, Narcissa canceled her spell on the bag and flipped her sandwich's container open before floating the entire thing up to mouth level. "What can I say? I was in the mood for two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, and onions on a sesame seed bun. Dora had a map of all the Feng Sushi locations for obvious reasons and I happen to know where most of the McDonald's in London are. We combined the two and discovered it's only a three minute walk from the Feng Sushi on Stoney Street to the Boland House McDonald's." Leaning in, she proceeded to take a large bite out of the hovering burger before lifting a napkin to her mouth and dabbing at her lips delicately. "The rest of the house gets the sushi they wanted and I get my Big Mac. Everybody wins."

     A few choice words he'd picked up from his trainers in his old world - albeit none in English, since he had no desire to be magically slapped upside the head by his mother - escaped as Harry tugged the bag to him and pulled it open. Inside were… two white boxes with red hànzì on them? Laughter erupted at his befuddled expression and continued as he pulled both out, checking the contents of each. Pork fried rice and… sweet and sour pork? Or chicken? Or possibly cat? They all looked alike and, slathered in the same sauce, were indistinguishable enough taste-wise that he would never bet on his ability to tell the difference. Dora finally took pity on him. "I knew you wouldn't eat anything from Feng Sushi and you're not a fan of fast food either. You didn't honestly think I was going to sit here listening to you whine all night, did you? I put in an order for you at The Well because I've heard good things from my coworkers, then I called Feng Sushi to order the Meeting Box for the rest of us, picked them up in that order, and then hiked to the Golden Arches for Aunt Narcissa. An apparition and a trip through the floo, and dinner was served."

     Leaning over, Daphne peered at his food before giving the wide variety of sushi Dora had brought home a distrustful look. "I don't know. The more I hear about this, the more I think that Harry and Lady Malfoy had the right idea. I thought you were kidding when you said you wanted to eat raw fish for dinner. What do you think I am, a merperson?"

     "Daphne… you do realize that the steak tartare your mother serves at some of her parties is raw beef, right? And salmon tartare is raw salmon?" Tracey carefully inspected the different pieces of sushi before picking up one that Harry was pretty sure was rice topped with salmon. "What's the difference between salmon tartare and this? Other than one being on toast and the other being on rice?"

     Daphne shrugged before scrunching up her nose in disgust as Tracey took an experimental bite. "Nothing, I guess. And that might mean more if I didn't think tartare was disgusting too." Turning to Harry, the strawberry blonde offered her best pout. "Harry. You're not going to let me go hungry just because I don't want to eat the icky raw fish, would you?"

     Seeker's quickness serving him well, Harry yanked the two cartons to him and slid an arm into place between him and Daphne to guard them. "I'm not sharing my food with you, Daphne."

     Staring at him with wide eyes, Daphne's lower lip wobbled. "But…"

     "You know that there's not much I won't eat." Reaching into the bag, Harry found a pair of chopsticks and unwrapped them, breaking them in half and using one to point at the platter of sushi. "The fact that I wouldn't eat what the twins were ordering should have been a sign."

     Daphne's expression morphed into a scowl as she grabbed the plate in front of her, turning her attention to the variety of food laid out in front of her, particularly the soba noodle salad. "Just so you know, I'm taking your Christmas present back tomorrow."

Art © AE Kimble
Narcissa Malfoy © JK Rowling
Big Mac © McDonald's
Story ©

Description
     Having agreed to let Tara stay in his room overnight since putting the blonde in the guest room with Hermione might cause her to raise some awkward questions, Harry had gone upstairs to make sure he hadn't left anything… interesting… lying around and was therefore the last person to make it to the table for dinner. As he lowered himself into his seat, his eyes landed on the brightly colored bag in front of Narcissa and widened in horror. "You cannot be serious."

     "Of course not. He's my first cousin as you very well know." Harry rolled his eyes, swearing to never make use of that particular pun again for the rest of his life. "As for this…" Narcissa unrolled the top of the white and red paper bag before reaching in and removing a cardboard box. "If you'd been down here to pick your own food, I wouldn't have had to pick it for you, now would I? You didn't want sushi and I wasn't about to send poor Dora running all over London."

     Harry sighed as Narcissa flicked her wand, levitating the bag and sending it floating slowly down the table towards him. "But… McDonald's? You could pick any restaurant in London and you sent her to McDonald's?"

     Shrugging, Narcissa canceled her spell on the bag and flipped her sandwich's container open before floating the entire thing up to mouth level. "What can I say? I was in the mood for two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, and onions on a sesame seed bun. Dora had a map of all the Feng Sushi locations for obvious reasons and I happen to know where most of the McDonald's in London are. We combined the two and discovered it's only a three minute walk from the Feng Sushi on Stoney Street to the Boland House McDonald's." Leaning in, she proceeded to take a large bite out of the hovering burger before lifting a napkin to her mouth and dabbing at her lips delicately. "The rest of the house gets the sushi they wanted and I get my Big Mac. Everybody wins."

     A few choice words he'd picked up from his trainers in his old world - albeit none in English, since he had no desire to be magically slapped upside the head by his mother - escaped as Harry tugged the bag to him and pulled it open. Inside were… two white boxes with red hànzì on them? Laughter erupted at his befuddled expression and continued as he pulled both out, checking the contents of each. Pork fried rice and… sweet and sour pork? Or chicken? Or possibly cat? They all looked alike and, slathered in the same sauce, were indistinguishable enough taste-wise that he would never bet on his ability to tell the difference. Dora finally took pity on him. "I knew you wouldn't eat anything from Feng Sushi and you're not a fan of fast food either. You didn't honestly think I was going to sit here listening to you whine all night, did you? I put in an order for you at The Well because I've heard good things from my coworkers, then I called Feng Sushi to order the Meeting Box for the rest of us, picked them up in that order, and then hiked to the Golden Arches for Aunt Narcissa. An apparition and a trip through the floo, and dinner was served."

     Leaning over, Daphne peered at his food before giving the wide variety of sushi Dora had brought home a distrustful look. "I don't know. The more I hear about this, the more I think that Harry and Lady Malfoy had the right idea. I thought you were kidding when you said you wanted to eat raw fish for dinner. What do you think I am, a merperson?"

     "Daphne… you do realize that the steak tartare your mother serves at some of her parties is raw beef, right? And salmon tartare is raw salmon?" Tracey carefully inspected the different pieces of sushi before picking up one that Harry was pretty sure was rice topped with salmon. "What's the difference between salmon tartare and this? Other than one being on toast and the other being on rice?"

     Daphne shrugged before scrunching up her nose in disgust as Tracey took an experimental bite. "Nothing, I guess. And that might mean more if I didn't think tartare was disgusting too." Turning to Harry, the strawberry blonde offered her best pout. "Harry. You're not going to let me go hungry just because I don't want to eat the icky raw fish, would you?"

     Seeker's quickness serving him well, Harry yanked the two cartons to him and slid an arm into place between him and Daphne to guard them. "I'm not sharing my food with you, Daphne."

     Staring at him with wide eyes, Daphne's lower lip wobbled. "But…"

     "You know that there's not much I won't eat." Reaching into the bag, Harry found a pair of chopsticks and unwrapped them, breaking them in half and using one to point at the platter of sushi. "The fact that I wouldn't eat what the twins were ordering should have been a sign."

     Daphne's expression morphed into a scowl as she grabbed the plate in front of her, turning her attention to the variety of food laid out in front of her, particularly the soba noodle salad. "Just so you know, I'm taking your Christmas present back tomorrow."

Art © AE Kimble
Narcissa Malfoy © JK Rowling
Big Mac © McDonald's
Story ©