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Birthday Party
Who: Paul Atreides and all his CR
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
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Birthday Board | At the Party | The Morning After | IC Party Games | Spice Dealer
What: Throwing everyone’s favorite Duke a surprise birthday party
When: Forwarded dated to April 1st
Where: Bone House in Gaze
Content Warnings: Drinking, underage drinking, drugs (both fictional and not), drawings of space worms, skeletons, will add further warnings if necessary
When you arrive at the house in Gaze, (affectionately known as Bone House), a skeleton will open the door and offer to take your coat if you have one. No need to take your shoes off or anything!
The large house has been decorated with black streamers and confetti. In the entryway and hung on the railing to the second floor that overlooks the entrance to the great room are large banners that say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL” (though one looks like it used to say “Jaune” but was just painted over? Whatever).
In the Living Room, there is a large board and various colored markers for people to write messages to the birthday boy. There is also a table full of bottled water and various couches, chairs, and beanbags to collapse into if the party gets to be too much and one needs a quiet place to rest or a place to chill if you’ve imbibed too much… well, whatever you had.
It is also where all the food and drinks are.
There’s an extremely large charcuterie board with the usual meats, cheeses, and olives as well as an extremely eccentric collection of snacks ranging from individual sized Cheez-it bags, to humungous bags of Doritos and salty chips, as well as nearly every kind of Oreo one can imagine.
There are also various cakes, all angel food. Some are misshapen, some have an attempt at being frosted with whipped cream and fruit, one even says “Happy Birthday Ka-” before that was hastily covered with a bunch of strawberries jammed really close together.
At the island, a skeleton is playing bartender. Surprisingly, it can seem to take and understand individual orders, but there’s always a constant flow of tequila shots being made and sent out to the great hall to be served by another skeleton.
And, no, of course it’s not going to check your age to see if you’re legal. It’s a skeleton. Why would it care?
The Great Hall is the center of activity and where everyone is encouraged to mingle and have fun. There is a skeleton on the grand piano in the corner gleefully playing piano covers of the hits from the Shrek Soundtrack with the occasional cover of “DaRude’s Sandstorm” when it has another one to help out.
In another corner, on huge piece of paper that spans nearly 6ft wide and 8ft tall is drawing of an Arrakis sandworm and it’s giant maw. The game is Pin the Tooth on the Sandworm and it’s… very easy… because the worm maw is most of the board. Even if the skeleton spins you as you’re blindfolded, it’s pretty hard to lose. If you manage to do it, which is likely, the skeleton running the game will award you a tequila shot! If you lose, the skeletons will award you a tequila shot (but it’s rail).
(It’s a drinking game, isn’t the point to drink?)
There’s also a table that has many candelabras on it, numbering up to seventeen. They’re still lit and burning even though there is a sign that says “make a wish!” even though it almost looks like a shrine for the dead.
…It’s maybe clear that the concept of “birthday candles” was greatly misunderstood.
There is also a skeleton dealing out small doses of “Spice”, a psychoactive drug straight outta the Duneverse. However, you must check in with this Skeleton to get a dose. There will be no “permanently melting your brain with ancestral memories” at this party!
Teacher’s/God’s/Jod’s/The Emperor Undying’s study, adjacent to the main hall, is closed and locked. Though, the lock is fairly easy to break if someone really wanted to get in. There’s not even skeletons guarding.
That said, many things are warded with eerie runes of blood and bone.
So, fuck around and find out.
The upstairs is generally off limits. Party goers can climb up the stairs, and it’s encouraged if they want to look over the Great Room from above, but all of the bedrooms are carefully guarded by more skeletons who will SCREAM VERY LOUDLY if you try to enter and will become hostile if done by force.
Of course, this won’t happen if you are with someone who lives in the house.
Enjoy the party! Mingle away!
((ooc: if you have any questions or anything, please hit me up at
luna lovegood | harry potter | ota
[ Luna's not been to many parties. She's here more for the fact Peter encouraged her to come along with him, rather than knowing Paul. She's sort-of met the boy before, considering they were both on the Sleepy Town expedition last month — although the the group was separated soon after arriving. But it's more of the fact that perhaps a party would be a good idea to try to relax a little bit, considering circumstances of the past six weeks or so.
And while she will mostly be around Peter for portions of the night, she'll be venturing off on her own. She isn't hard to miss considering her current physical state: pale and sickly-looking, her eyes pupil-less and shimmering with a strange iridescent glow. Most notably are the antlers protruding from her head; they're small, just singular points, thank Merlin — but there's no hiding them. She's fine, it's fine. Just a bit of Corruption, is all.
In the Great Hall, she'll be hovering near the grand piano being played by a skeleton watching with a keen interest. Occasionally she'll start swaying alone on the spot in time to the music, her hands reaching up looking as if she's dreamily batting away flies.
Or when it's a faster song she'll start bopping about to it, clapping her hands in time to the music. She will also be heard asking very politely if the skeleton knows anything by 'that beetle band'. She doesn't know much Muggle music, but she does know The Beatles. The skeleton doesn't pay her much mind, even if it's quite pleased by her enthusiasm.
In the Living Room, Luna can be found here for good chunks of the evening. She'll be stood at the table examining the oreo cookies very closely. Picking one up to squint at the writing upon it, trying to sound out the name out loud: oh-reeeee-oh? or-ray-o? oh-ro? Merlin knows. But they look like little sandwiches! Or chocolate bourbons, back home. How curious. It definitely smells chocolatey, at least. But what's the filling made of?
She'll also be in the corner with the comfy seats and bean-bags mostly just hanging out and relaxing. Towards the end of the night, when she's... very very high from perhaps one too many hits from a bong, she'll be found lying on the floor, backside to the wall and her legs up in the air resting upon it. She's in a daze, staring up at the ceiling for long periods of time in silence. Occasionally that silence is broken by bouts of uncontrollable giggling.
Something is clearly very hilarious. ]
end of the night! lil dumb something amongst All The Angsty Shit We Do
Throughout the evening, there are times he and Luna drift apart, and then find each other again. Peter's inhaled enough delicious skunky smoke to say goodbye to Mr. Anxiety — his stomach free of its usual worried knots — but there's still something a little bit pressing to the way he looks for Luna. Of course there's the mental connection between them, he could call out to her any time he wanted, but Peter still has a hard time just doing that to her without warning. So it's manually that he searches for her, slowly checking rooms and throngs of people for a glimpse of pale blonde.
When he finds her, she's lying on the floor, and there is a dose of concern, maybe she's had too much to drink — but as he nears her and hears one of those bursts of giggling to seemingly no one, Peter quickly sorts it out. He's been with her off and on through all the fun with bong hits, after all.
Grin spreading, wolfish, he slowly moves to lie down beside her, long legs imitating her position, sliding up the wall. It's... decidedly more awkward for his stiff self, but he manages it and turns his head to face her, blinking dreamily, arms draped loosely over his stomach. )
What're we laughing at?
omg yesss i am here for the dumb things
Oh—! [ Said with a wide-eyed surprised, oh there you are! hello! But it quickly falls back into a bright grin, pleased to see him and still giggling a little. ]
Do you not realise? [ Her gaze returns to the ceiling to stare up at it, lips pursing to try and control her giggles. She's trying to give him a moment to work it out before she turns her head to look at him and leaning in slightly and trying her best to look deadly serious. ]
Peter. Peter... we're sitting on the wall. [ She whispers it loudly, an almost comical 'stage whisper'. The severe expression holding for just a beat before it cracks and she's bursting into more giggles. ]
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Then Luna tells him in whisper, and Peter stares widely at her for a long moment, before he's abruptly bursting into giggles too. One hand moves up to cover his mouth, but his shoulders are shaking a bit from the little peals of laughter going on. )
Oh my god... We are. ( He whispers back inbetween his snickering. They're sitting on the wall. He hadn't even realised it before, but here it is, the knowledge opened up to him, changing his life. )
Wait... Wait, Luna. Oh no. ( ....Peter tips his torso forward a little, and his arms reach upwards with a little flail. He's still giggling the whole time. )
I'm falling off the wall. Help!
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And his antics don't help either, as she watches him. Her arms lifting from the floor where they'd been draped uselessly about her head, and feebly trying to catch his flailing arms. Don't fall, don't fall! ]
Wait, wait— [ She inhales sharply, eyes widening a little more as if in some sobering realisation. It's not actually, she is still very much high. ] Is it... falling off the wall or falling onto the wall—?
[ Oh, that's some big brain thinking right there that she is definitely not able to work herself around. She considers for a long, long moment before what she says next startles out of her so suddenly: ]
... Merlin's pants.
[ The closest she will ever get to swearing. She is too high right now. ]
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This question completely strikes Peter. He has never been faced with such a profound, unsolvable conundrum in his life. Of course Luna, the literal smartest person he knows, would think of such a galaxy-level question....
He's completely stunned. His laughter cuts off, leaving him looking like he's just glimpsed something humans weren't meant to see. A little disturbed. A little intrigued.
It is then that Luna says "Merlin's pants", and after one, two, three weighted seconds, Peter suddenly loses himself to a fresh fit of laughter. Because that... that is the funniest thing he's ever heard in his entire life.
And down he goes. Sideways, toppling over, legs crumbling from the wall. Whether he's falling off it, or onto it, they may never know. He's just rolling a bit slowly on the floor, laughing so hard his eyes are squeezed shut. )
Merlin's.... pants..... ( There's a strained wheeze sound. He might be dying. )
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Peter's doubled over with laughter, rolling about on the floor. Luna's sobering realisation over the whole 'on the wall' or 'off the wall' debate falls to a wide-eyed stare as she mentally utters: ]
... Oh, no. I cursed.
[ Luna turns herself towards him, her own legs sliding from the wall and ending up in a crumple heap on the floor and she rolls to reach for him. This is terrible! Awful! She cursed out loud! She never curses! She tries to hold him still for a moment, her fingers moving to cover his lips. No laughing, Peter!! ]
No, no, nooo— shhh. It's serious. [ There's still an odd smile at her lips; trying to be serious but failing — Peter's laughter over it all is still amusing to her. ] Swearing's bad.
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No....No, it's okay.... ( Peter's in pain, the words coming slow and strained, in quiet gasps against Luna's hand. One hand moves up to her wrist to latch on, but he's not even.. pulling at it. Just holding on. )
It's not bad... Like... ( Peter's other hand slaps lazily around until it finds the random shirt he'd noticed crumpled up on the floor. He has no idea who it belongs to but it's the only thing around. The boy slowly brings it closer, holding it up in the air over both their heads. )
Like this...? This is crap. And you can say it.... Crap!
( .... 'Crap' isn't even much of a swear word at all, but Peter does know Luna doesn't like to swear, so he's just teasing with something very mild, here.... )
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You're just being silly, now. That is someone's t-shirt! [ It's not a complaint, she is not complaining. Honestly it's a delight to watch him like this, as ridiculous as he is. Her fingers slide from his mouth and with a brief moment of whimsy, her head ducks to steal a kiss from him. ] But it's very darling.
I'm still not going to say it, even if I can. And I even know the 'eff-word', too. [ Louis told her what is means, some of the contexts of it being used. His menace lives on: This is His Legacy. ] No big curses, no little curses.
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...Though lying on the floor will inevitably cause some sore bones come tomorrow. For now, Peter's flying high and nothing hurts at all. )
You know the eff-word... oh my god.... you're a delinquent. ( He teases in his slow lethargy, voice a hoarse hum as he turns. And drops the t-shirt in the process, where it comes tumbling down onto his head. )
What the eff.... ( Peter grins again, tugging it off and swiping it aside, before he rolls fully towards Luna, gently knocking his head against her in the process. Woah....... lying on the floor is kind of trippy. )
I'd rather have kisses than curses anyway...
( ....Fishing for another little kiss, he blinks his eyelashes cutely at her. )
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[ Knowing the eff-word is but another level in her delinquency. Still, she's laughing though, pressing her lips together to try and stifle it a little as he drops the t-shirt on himself and then fights to rid himself of it. He's a silly boy. She knows this and loves him anyway. ]
That sounds about right. [ Given the choice? Curses or kisses? Absolutely kisses, a slow grin spreading across her lips. ] Me too.
[ She leans in, grin still intact as she moves to give him another kiss. But she stops, just before her mouth presses against his struck by a sudden thought — eyes glazing over for a long moment, gazing about the room.
It's the first of April today, or it was— is—? Is it after midnight, yet? There's a slow blink before her gaze returns to Peter, uttering in a loud whisper: ]
... What time is it?
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I love that you have things like B&E in your history, buuuut you also won't turn in a paper unless it's been proofread ninety times. ( Despite his playful little grin, he says that with no sarcasm at all; he loves that Luna is both parts badass and nerd. He loves all the little things that make her Luna. How doing well academically is important to her, and also how she wouldn't hesitate to help her friends no matter how dangerous the task may be.
He's leaning closer too, mouth tipping open a little, this time welcoming a kiss instead of being so stupidly caught off-guard by it in his high state..... eyelids gently closing a little....
.....and then she stops. Peter's brain takes a couple long seconds to process it, and he's just lying there with his mouth still open a little, staring at her expectantly. Then Luna's eyes aren't on him anymore, but moving around the room, and his immediate reaction is to give a pout, his entire body sulking. Why no kiss, Girlfriend?? Where is the kiss??? )
Uhhhh.... I think it's like nine or something. ( Peter mumbles, voice husky from all the weed and lethargy. ....He just completely made that time up. But slowly, he fishes in his jeans' pocket for the pocketwatch she'd given him. He doesn't always wear it, worried someone might try to steal it, but he'd brought it with him to the party. Holding it up, Peter's glassy eyes stare at the face for a long few seconds before his brain's able to process the time. )
...Oh... It's two in the morning. ( He gives a little laugh as he puts the watch away and turns back to Luna. He props himself up with an elbow and reaches over to gently brush some strands of wayward hair from her face. )
Why? You got a hot date with someone?
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Sorry, boyfriend. No kiss here for you. She is thinking and wondering on something very important. Maybe kiss shortly, have patience. You're not going to die just because you didn't get a kiss (although knowing Peter, he probably might think something like that). Stop your pouting. ]
Is it—? [ Only nine? Strange it feels much later than that, she's sure. And sure enough, her head ducking slightly to look at the pocket watch with him — squinting slightly as if it might help her read it: two in the morning.
...Oh, so it's definitely the second now. ]
... That depends. [ Her eyebrows raise a little and a slow-spreading grin appears at her lips. There's something almost mischievous in it despite the hazy dreaminess of what's in her system. ] Do you have something secretly planned?
[ The grin doesn't last for long, it subdues itself as quickly as it appears. She hums thoughtfully, then grows quiet for a little while — just enjoying how he carefully brushes her hair from her face with a glazed look before she looks across and up to him again. ]
... It's our anniversary today.
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But there's clearly something on Luna's mind, and Peter's pursing his lips thoughtfully, one shoe nudging against the wall, still feeling a little dizzy from lying on the floor. He keeps his eyes on Luna, a finger twirling a strand of her hair slowly, winding it around until the curls are tight against it. Then there's a hazy blink, confused, but mouth lifting into a crooked smile. Something secretly planned....?
Anniversary. That confused look remains on his own face, as his mind tries to make sense of what she means, not quite understanding.
But it sinks in not long after, and his expression slowly melts from amused to quietly startled. His brows lift, and his mouth parts. )
—Oh. Is it....? The anniversary of.... us?
( Memory is weird and a little dreamlike (or nightmare-like); a bloody room and so many screams. Hiding in the closet. Afraid she wouldn't come back. ...But not all of it was like that. Not before. Before, there was...... careful, cautious dancing. Still a little strange around each other after what Paimon had done, but....
....There were shy smiles and nervous fluttering and he'd asked her if he could call her his girlfriend. Maybe Luna had been that role for him long before then, but... it was made official. A year ago, it seems. And he forgot, wasn't keeping track of it. Guilt pools into Peter's stomach even through the pleasant high, and he frowns a little. )
....I'm sorry. I didn't even realise a whole year already went by.
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She makes a small sound, something soft to catch his attention. She reaches up with one hand, brushing the backs of her fingers against his jaw line gently. ]
... Don't be upset, if you didn't remember. [ Her brow furrows slightly. ] I'm not. A lot's happened, you know?
[ In terms of a year, probably too much, considering. Dying, the last few chaotic months of Deerington, waking up from the dream, adjusting to life in the Waking World. Not to mention that whole night was... quite the mixed bag. So no, not upset with him if he didn't remember. There's a long silence as she thinks, her hand still lightly petting against his jaw and then she suddenly raises her eyebrows. ]
We don't... have to do.... things, or anything. [ She gives him a lopsided smile. ] I just like that I got to be with you.
possible wrap!
ye, we can wrap this one ♥
living room
Wait, this is one of Willow's friends... one of the witches who cursed Darth.]
It's Orrr-ee-oh. You should try 'em, they're great. Best cookie ever made, some might say. Dunno how the fuck they got them though...
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There's a slightly glassy, wide-eyed stare for a moment as the young woman explains before she fixes her gaze back on the cookie in her hand. ]
Orrr.... orr-ee-oh. [ Uttered with a sense of wonder. What a curious name for a biscuit! ] They look like little sandwiches! A biscuit sandwich! But what is the middle made of?
Maybe they asked a Patron for them. [ Luna, no. ]
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Fancy cream. Lil fancy cream sandwich.
Honestly, I can see it. Jesus, we've been having mushrooms this whole time and the Patrons were apparently holding out on us. Dick move on their part.
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This is wonderful—! [ She's honestly delighted! ]
Well. I suppose they're not mind-readers, perhaps they didn't know we wanted biscuits. And I mean, Pthumerians aren't very good at understanding Humans, sometimes.
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Maybe someone should compile a big 'ol list. Put it right in the middle of Trench. "Bring cookies!"
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Luna laughs at that, a little giggle-snort. It's very funny, perhaps more so since she's... under the influence. But it's quite a clever idea, too. ]
Oh, I really like that—! Just lots of things we'd really like. [ She takes another bite of her cookie and hums thoughtfully — taking a short amount of time to enjoy it before asking: ] What would you ask for on the list, other than cookies?
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[Yeah... wings. She's hungry even at the thought of it.]
Chicken wings. And a lot of 'em, like bucket loads I guess. KFC maybe...
God... I miss trashy fast food. [She has a simple diet, generally, and it's whatever's available in the middle of the night and isn't overly expensive and doesn't make her feel out of place. So. Fast food.]
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My boyfriend's a bit like that. He misses that sort of thing, too. He always says it's the best thing to eat, especially when you've been smoking The Weed? [ Yes, she really refers to it as 'The Weed'. ]
I never really had any of it it until I ended up in Deerington. We don't... really eat it? [ She shrugs a little, and then a very slow realisation. ] I think one of his friends is trying to make pizza here in Trench...?
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[She lets out a laugh at "the weed."]
Yeah, I mean... he's not wrong. Plus, I think it's just comforting sometimes. [Damn, that's sappy. (It's not.) She's not sure why it's comforting. She has plenty of bad memories associated with places like McDonalds or any other fast food place, really.]
Nah? Were you rich or something? [She's mellow enough that it's not an accusation, just the first possibility that comes to mind.]
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I think I understand...? I mean, it's filling and tasty food? Even if it's not really good for you. [ And well, she's very fond of desserts and sweet treats. So she very much understands bad food being relatively good at comforting people. ]
No, it's not that. [ She shakes her head. She and her father weren't the richest in terms of Wizarding standards, but they were comfortable... maybe...? They had enough. ] We lived out in the countryside, but also junk food is more of a Muggle thing — most people like me don't... really mix with Muggles.