Finally after carefully avoiding any suspicious conversation and eating his meal in silence—there were so many of them the fairy brought him but the ones he still remembered were the Indian tandoori chicken, the Som Tam, the Bulgogi, and the Peking duck. He remembered them mostly because Ambrose wouldn't shut up about how delicious they were.
The fairies had long cleared their plates by now and Damien didn't know what time it was, but his eyes were now heavy with sleep already—probably because he'd just stuffed himself full with food he could only dream of eating.
At last, everyone had finished eating, and old man Twiller stood to his feet again. The hall immediately went silent.
"I'm assuming everyone is now full and ready to pay attention to my words—especially the first years," he announced, his voice echoing in the circular hall, even to the back seats.
