I think of you and lick my lips,you've got the taste I can't resist, let's eat to the beat!
[Diagon Alley]
[lunchtime, yum yum]
[anyone]

Harry walked out of the Ministry, practically running. It had been a really long week. He had dressed like a transvestite, gotten into a fight with his ex and almost girlfriend, had his arms around his ex, got set on fire by his almost girlfriend, received bitchy letters from Parkinson and barely slept. Which had nothing to do with his personal problems everything to do with the fact that Pepper had taken to sitting on his head and licking his face while he slept. Or that Salt liked to sit on his pillow and stare at him at two in the morning until he woke up and then he would run off and go sleep with Cho. Harry sometimes wondered if they were really dogs or some rare mischief causing creature.

He sighed and looked around at all the different places to eat, it almost seemed like there were too many choices. Did he want Greek, Italian or burgers? Sandwiches from Sugar n Spice that would inevitably lead to some huge coma inducing piece of cake. Or should he just go get a big bowl of ice cream. It took him a few moments to realize that he was standing in the middle of Diagon, spinning in circles looking at all of his choices.