Obderedria was feeling kind of bummed and not in the amusing hobo sort like the ragamuffins that rode trains in old movies. She'd finally gotten her old wand back from Mr. Ollivander, 'fixed' close to his standard, as Professor Sandusky had led her through to make up its apparent defficencies. Winch she should be thankful and all--but from trying really extra hard with her wand recently, to get used to it again--she couldn't really tell if she was doing better with it or not. It didn't feel like the same wand she had voluntarily given up those months ago. Add to that accelerated homework given the approaching term finals, all the times she had to research in the library--
So Obderedria started towards dinner in sort of a haze. To top it all off it was her birthday but she didn't think anyone remembered, her mum hadn't sent her a birthday card--but then owls still freaked her out--and once again she would miss out on some of her favorite birthday foods, even if she forewent a cake she associated a birthday meal more often with--
--the scent of turkey and sweet potatoes.
She always thought it was hard to remember a smell but the smell was rather vivid for once. Then Obderedria inhaled some more and realized that she actually was smelling turkey and mashed potatoes and it was coming from the Great Hall--
--and the route to her seat in the Hufflepuff table passed by in a blur as she saw all kinds of her favorite foods at this time of the year, because Obderedria had been born around American Thanksgiving.
[1]Surely this had to be some kind of bizarre concindence. But when Obderedria took a taste of skin from a turkey leg she placed on her plate, she found that it was real and she wasn't dreaming.
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