Lunch was cooked by Professor Snape. Whether the powers that be were baffled by Miss Rhea’s outrageous antics, Professor Snape didn’t know, but he had certainly been left utterly astounded by her sheer audacity. Strictly speaking, he should have gone looking for Rhea shortly after she fled in embarrassment, but he simply couldn't stop laughing. He figured he had better finish cooking first, compose himself, and then go find her!
Besides, after something so mortifying, the girl needed some space to decompress... Hahaha! Rhea’s mind was truly a vault of bizarre notions. What kind of brain could possibly get struck by lightning, immediately provoke the heavens again, and then yell "Daddy"... Hahaha! (Snape had actually recovered his senses the moment Rhea was struck the first time and had rushed over to check on her anxiously; and though he hadn't been hit himself, he had still ended up feeling thoroughly roasted inside and out by the sheer shock of it!)
Struggling to suppress his buoyant amusement, Professor Snape walked over to Rhea’s bedroom door, tapped lightly on the wood, and said gently, "Rhea, come out and eat! I saw some ingredients in the cold store, so I made your favorite spicy hot pot!"
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