Iblis was awakened by a sharp pang of hunger. Having been sent straight to her room by Snape without dinner, the mere memory filled her with white-hot irritation. Recalling the fragrant French bread and goose-liver pasta she had back home, she immediately got out of bed.
A simple door lock was no match for her. With a mere flick and a soft click, the lock turned itself and swung open. Peering out into the pitch-black hallway, she slowed her pace and crept softly down the stairs.
"I bought plenty, there should still be some left..." She dived into the kitchen, rummaging about until she finally found some food sealed beneath a Preservation Charm in a cupboard. With a loaf of bread in one hand and a conjured fork in the other, she furiously inhaled a plate of pasta, practically on the verge of tears of satisfaction.
Chapter 43