#breakfast scene

[huariqueje]

Black Cat at Breakfast Table  - Unknown

American, b. ?

Oil on canvas

[roze-latte-zz]

The Chosen One For Me !! <33

⚞ Harry Potter x Reader ⚟

≫ After a messy breakup with Draco, the reader seeks comfort with her friends at breakfast. When Hermione teasingly asks who she’s waiting for, she accidentally calls out “the Chosen One,” sparking a long, tense, and wordless stare with Harry, full of unspoken emotions and confusion.

navigation || main masterlist

The corridors of Hogwarts had never felt so suffocating. Every stone wall, every echo of distant footsteps, seemed to mock the emptiness inside you. The memory of the argument with Draco still gnawed at your chest, twisting itself into a knot that refused to untangle. You remembered his pale face, sharp with anger, his grey eyes flashing with that familiar mixture of pride and bitterness, and how, no matter what you said, it always ended with a slam—his hand on the door, the sound echoing in your ears long after he left.

It wasn’t just the fight. It was the slow unraveling that had led up to it: whispered accusations in the library, tense silences at meals, the way he had stopped showing up for things you’d planned together as if your happiness didn’t matter. And now…now there was nothing but emptiness where there had once been warmth, a cold space that even the sunniest corners of Hogwarts couldn’t seem to reach.

You tried keeping busy—classes, homework, study sessions with Hermione—but every time you found a quiet moment, your mind wandered back to him. His smirk when he thought he had outsmarted you. The brush of his hand against yours in the hallway, fleeting yet potent. And worst of all, the words he had left you with, heavy and sharp: “Maybe you’re not worth it after all.”

It was absurd, the way your chest felt like it had been hollowed out and then stuffed with lead. You were angry, hurt, confused, and, despite everything, a little sad. You had loved him once, or at least, what you thought was love. And now…you weren’t even sure what that had been.

Hermione, of course, noticed. She always noticed.

“Breakfast with us,” she had insisted this morning, her tone firm but warm, leaving you no real choice. “Trust me. Nothing heals a broken heart faster than toast and scrambled eggs. And Ron and I can provide excellent moral support.”

So here you were, sliding into the familiar spot across her and Ron, beside Harry, trying to look like your usual self, trying to let the rich, buttery aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon soothe some part of your shattered spirit. You took a bite of toast, letting the warmth seep into your fingers, hoping that somehow it would also seep into your heart.

Hermione watched you carefully, her brown eyes soft with concern. “You’ve been quiet,” she said gently, “since…well, since him.” She didn’t need to say Draco’s name. It hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable.

You forced a small, brittle smile. “Yeah…just thinking.”

Ron gave you a sideways glance, his red hair catching the morning light. “Thinking about him, huh?” His voice was teasing, but his concern seeped through.

You sighed, taking another bite of toast, savoring the butter melting and the subtle crunch, trying to anchor yourself in the sensory comfort of the hall. “I guess,” you admitted, almost to yourself. “It’s…messy. I didn’t think it’d end like this.”

Hermione reached across and patted your hand lightly. “It’s okay. You’ll get through it. You always do.” Her words were comforting, but they were also a reminder that your heart was still raw, still fragile, and still…open, despite yourself.

The conversation drifted for a few moments, casual and safe, until Hermione, ever the curious one, tilted her head and fixed you with a playful, sharp gaze. “So…tell me,” she said, leaning forward, her fingers wrapped around her mug. “Who are you waiting for?”

You froze, your fork halfway to your mouth, suddenly hyper-aware of every scent and sound around you: the sweet tang of pumpkin juice, the warm yeastiness of bread, the crispy aroma of frying bacon, and…Harry. Across the table, sitting quietly with his tea, his green eyes seemed to have a brightness today, catching the light in a way that made your chest lurch.

You wanted to deflect, to brush it off, but the words slipped out before you could stop them:

“The Chosen One.”

The moment you said it, the hall seemed to fall away. Your words hung in the air like a spell, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Harry’s head lifted slowly, his green eyes locking on yours, wide and piercing, searching. He didn’t move, didn’t blink at first, as if trying to comprehend what he had just heard. The world around you—the clattering of plates, the murmur of voices, the aroma of breakfast—seemed to dissolve, leaving just the two of you suspended in a quiet, electric moment.

Your heart raced. You hadn’t meant him. Not Harry. Not in that way. But his eyes…his eyes were all you could see. There was an intensity in his gaze that made your stomach tighten, your pulse spike, and a thousand thoughts tangle into panic in your mind.

“Huh?” you stammered, almost whispering, panic rising. “What?”

Ron and Hermione were watching, though you barely noticed them now. Hermione’s eyes were bright with barely contained excitement, and Ron’s mouth was a thin line, his eyebrows lifted in anticipation. But Harry’s gaze—steady, patient, impossibly intense—held you captive.

Seconds stretched. And then more seconds. You felt the warmth of the sun streaming in through the enchanted ceiling, the faint smell of cinnamon from pastries, the sizzle of bacon—but all of it faded into the background against the weight of his stare.

You opened your mouth to clarify, to explain, to say no, I didn’t mean you, but the words wouldn’t come out. You could feel him waiting for you, and every second his eyes remained on yours made your chest tighten and your mind spin.

His green eyes softened slightly, just a fraction, a subtle shift that made your stomach twist. There was understanding there—or was it amusement? Curiosity? Something warm, something that made your throat tighten and your hands clammy.

You fumbled with your fork, gripping it like a lifeline, trying to focus on the buttery scrambled eggs on your plate, the steam rising in gentle curls, the faint scent of salt and butter. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t focus. All you could do was stare back, your mouth slightly open, heart hammering like a drum.

“Uh…” you whispered finally, voice trembling. “I…didn’t mean you. Not…not the Chosen One.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, but not in irritation. He was still fixed on you, tilting his head, green eyes soft, patient, waiting for more.

Your face flamed, your hands twisting together in nervous energy. “I mean…the one…for me. The…right one. Not…the prophecy kind of chosen one. I…mean…someone else. Totally someone else!”

For a moment, he just held your gaze. And in that moment—long, suffocating, electric—you realized just how much the world could shrink to just two people sitting across from each other, eyes locked, hearts racing, unspoken words hovering like invisible threads between you.

And you also realized…you weren’t ready to look away.

[avonne-writes]

why am i so soft for that scene of buck eating his breakfast

It's the domesticity, dear anon! After all the angst and trauma, it’s always a joy to see the boys relaxed and happy, doing mundane things. 🩷 This soft look doesn’t hurt either:

[gayofthefae]

Something about power dynamics in blocking and Will being at the head of the table in the breakfast scene and the camera angles telling us that Mike knows he's looking at him.

[blueiscoool]

My Cousin Vinny 1992

Breakfast scene.

My Cousin Vinny is a 1992 American comedy film directed by Jonathan Lynn, from a screenplay by Dale Launer. The film stars Joe Pesci, Ralph Macchio, Marisa Tomei, Mitchell Whitfield, Lane Smith, Bruce McGill, and Fred Gwynne in his final film appearance. It was distributed by 20th Century Fox and released on March 13, 1992.

The film deals with two young New Yorkers traveling through rural Alabama who are arrested and put on trial for a murder they did not commit, and the comical attempts of a cousin, Vinny Gambini, a lawyer who had only recently passed the bar exam after five unsuccessful attempts, to defend them. Much of the humor comes from the fish-out-of-water interaction between the brash Italian-American New Yorkers (Vinny and his fiancée, Mona Lisa Vito) and the more reserved Southern townspeople.  Principal location of filming was Monticello, Georgia.

My Cousin Vinny was a critical and financial success, with Pesci, Gwynne, and Tomei all praised for their performances. Tomei won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. Attorneys have also lauded the film for its accurate depiction of court procedure and trial strategy.

[indizombie]

Trang’s breakfast scene isn’t limited to Chinese dishes. Like much of southern Thailand, the city has a significant Muslim population, and from a string of open-air halal restaurants near Trang’s train station, vendors sell flaky, crispy, fried flatbreads known as roti, pairing them with fragrant curries of dried spices that are more India than Thailand. Nearby, ethnic Thais, who, ironically, have probably had the least impact on Trang’s breakfast scene, operate curry stalls, establishments that boast dozens of trays of pre-made curries, stir-frys, soups and other dishes. Although typically lunch fare elsewhere in Thailand, in Trang, these dishes are considered breakfast. It was at Ko Lay, a Thai-run curry stall on Thanon Kan Tang street that typically sells out as early as 09:00, that I fell into conversation with the owner, Thanatip Boonyarat. “The people of Trang have a reputation as serious eaters,” she told me. “People elsewhere [in Thailand] eat three maybe four times per day, but people in Trang eat nine times a day!”

Austin Bush, 'Trang: the Thai city obsessed with breakfast', BBC

[thennowforever-wwefan4life]

3x14 just finished and I'm already looking forward to 3x15 already

[arlessiar]

So, the breakfast scene. 

Just some thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone. :) We call it the breakfast scene because it supposedly takes place in the morning. From the stills from the cut scene from the first film we could see Harry offering Eggsy some bread roles, which fit the breakfast theme. Also, Matthew Vaughn might have cut the scene because it looked too much as if Eggsy had stayed the night, which seemed “too gay”. So we don’t know for sure if Eggsy really stayed the night, he probably went home to sleep, although personally I like to go the idea that he did stay in the guest room (or Harry’s bedroom or on the couch or wherever ^^). 

Their meal together doesn’t have to be breakfast though, because what they’re rehearsing is clearly not breakfast but dinner (they’re having soup), so it could have taken place a bit later on that day. They had 24 hours together after all, and they went to Harry’s place after the train test, which took place late at night, and afterwards they still sat in Harry’s office, talked and made martinis. So I also like the thought that Eggsy did stay at Harry’s place for two nights and that they went to the shop in the morning of the next day. Harry’s wearing his polka dot tie in all three scenes though, the martini scene, the breakfast/dinner scene and when they go to the shop. So I guess he’s really fond of that tie. ^^

Also remarkable is the fact that the scene with Tilde is indeed a breakfast scene, it’s clearly morning, Eggsy is off to work and there’s cereal on his plate. The scene has been filmed when they shot the second film, while the original breakfast scene is allegedly the one that was cut from the first film. Yet the set looks absolutely the same apart from the table itself and the lighting. The smooth transition from one scene to the other is amazingly well done, and it’s certainly been done with CGI, because even if Eggsy generally hasn’t changed much in the house when it comes to furniture or pictures, he certainly must have moved a chair or a bottle in the kitchen in the past year, but everything looks totally untouched. :) Click from one pic to the next and back, it barely changes, it’s definitely a nice effect.