"That sounds delicious. I haven’t eaten a good shepherds pie in ages. Mum makes russian food all the time." She snorted, licking her lips at the thought of cabbage rolls and eggplant caviar.
"Once or twice, just before I started fifth year. My brother and some friends of his offered it and I said ‘Well, what the hell, might as well do it.’"
"Shepard’s pie is rather good. Especially when my mother is making it," he whispered, suddenly feeling quite homesick. It was a shame that he had chosen to stay at the castle for the holidays, but what choice was there when it was emotionally devastating to return home. The absence of his brother left the entire family broken and depressed. James shook his head before looking back down at Sonya. "She always makes good food."
"Alright, well that's a relief. I usually find it difficult to socialize with people who dislike and or haven't tried smoking." A sigh tumbled from his lips as he played with the ends of her hair. "So, I think it's your turn to ask a question, beautiful."
