BroDates and Baguettes | Fletcher and Ethan
Sitting at the end of the Ravenclaw table Fletcher poured himself a glass of water as he waited for Ethan, the sounds of the other students already echoing off the walls. It was French Night, one of Fletcher’s favorite themed dinners because partly because of the endless supply of bread and well ok mostly because of the endless supply of bread. God he loved bread. Pulling a loaf over to his plate he cut it in half and picked off a large chunk.
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