-Foodiswonderful-LOGAN!-Yumm.Yummy.Yummmm.

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

The urge became to large to overcome. Food was a major priority, she couldn't go anorexia for much longer. Olivia Ryall happened to skip two meals either from jamming in more studding for the multiple tests she had that day or hanging out with Logan as much as she could. There wasn't much down time between the seventh and fifth year's classes. Which meant if they wanted to actually see each other it would have to mean skipping meal times.

The only thoughts that keep her feet moving was that her empty stomach would soon be relieved of the shocking pain that seared the insides of her belly. Eyes glazed over her mouth began to salivate as she watched the tables line with food, kids already digging into their dinner meal. "Food...."

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table she grinned to the occupant next to her a warm welcoming smile. The red-headed muttered something about water and her goblet filled to the rim with the clear liquid sloshing over the sides. Finally she began to eat. Mountains to mash potatoes smothered in butter, a side of green beans, only sides of the roast beef lathered in gravy that caught Olivia's attention.

[Logan Kings]

It wasn't good for an athelete to go too long without meals. Athlete's needed to keep their strengths up. That's what Logan constantly pounded into his team, some of which were too vain to eat half the time, and yet still expected to play in each match. But,Logan had not been following his own advice, and though he occasionally munched, he had not eaten a decent meal in about a week. Seventh Years and Fifth years had completely different schedules half the time, and Logan had been cramming to stay around Olivia as much as possible.
But, food was needed, or his own team would start to scold him, he who led them through everything, Craig's broken knee, Lindsey misplacing all of their equipment, everything! And he knew where that would lead.
So, directly after practice, not bothering to change out of his rain-soaked clothes, or stash his broom, Logan pushed past a flock of admirering fourth years, and stood, triumphantly inside the Great Hall, his mouth nearly watering at the scent of so many different foods.
Shaking his hair, like a dog would shake water from it's fur, Logan began walking down the aisles, ignoring the near-silent protesting of whomever the water landed on. Few Ravenclaws wanted to deal with Logan, especially when it was Quidditch time. No student wanted to be held responsible for their house loosing the cup, even if they had only yelled at him for getting his rain all over their clothes and food.
Spotting Olivia with ease, he settled down across from her, and smiled at both her and her companion. Logan snickered as he watched her tiny mouth devour anything that appeared on her plate. "And she eats!" He called out, suddenly. "Not too much, or you are gonna get sick, and then I will have to carry you to the Hospital Wing. Geez, careful now, i think there's some biscuits down their you haven't murdered yet" He grinned, widely as his goblet filled with Coke and chugged the liquid, barely breathing inbetween refills.

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"Your one to talk." Olivia gulped her food down staring down at the mounds of food on her plate and back to Logan chugging his goblet empty. "Ooo! Biscuits!" Snatching the last biscuit from the platter in front of her she broke through the crisp golden brown outside, butter bursting forth into her mouth. Taste buds tingling she watched as the platter popped out a view and just as quickly was replaced by another tray of biscuits. She swallowed hard pointing at the tray, "I need to learn that..." Olivia paused grinning at Logan and back to her plate. "I see your finally eating.... with your broom. You need to learn to chill it with the practicing. Your going to be in the air when you die, or falling from, the sky..." Her spine spazed with shivers thinking of the horrific death of falling from the sky. This is why she didn't fly, play quidditch, or even ride a broom.

[Logan Kings]

Logan rolled his eyes, playfully. "Of course. Broomy here goes everywhere with me. I'm surprised she hasn't attacked you, yet. She's the jealous type, even though she's trying to hide it from me. Plus, she wouldn't throw me off. Not unless, it was a tactic at a match. Freak out the other team. Hey, that's might actually work! Thanks, Liv. I'll see what I can do next practice" He chortled, loudly, earning a few odd looks from Ravenclaws and the Gryffindors behind him. "You don't have to come to that practice if you don't wanna. I know how you don't like heights -or brooms- . Speaking fo heights and brooms, you should let me give you some flying lessons. It'll be fun! And I promise we wont go any higher than four feet."
He winked, and shoved a slice of some sort of pie down his throat. He was starving. To cintune his strange little joke, Logan pulled a plate form an empty seat and placed it infront of his Starshooter, before stacking piles of biscuits, and slices of ham on top.
After Logan saw his girlfriend's odd look, he shrugged, nonchalantly. "Broomy needs food too, geez!"

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

"Of course he does." Olivia grinned as he placed a plate of food next to his broom. "I'm sure he loves ham..." Her voice drawled hanging on her words as they spewed from her mother. The Ravenclaw laughed, eyes glinting as she resumed eating. After a few mouthfuls Olivia chugged a glass of water returning her attention to Logan. "Four feet?" As if Logan could stand being on a broom only four feet high. She'd surely try, but she knew four feet would eventually be five, to six, to as high as she could go without passing out. "Fine! I fall and you best catch me."