Blessed is He whose name is full of grace.
During my teenage years I studied at the most amazing high-school. Our school was built in the remains of a monastery. This was one of the reasons that I chose to continue my education at Grundelwald. At Grundelwald I met up with friends from the past and made new friends. Together we had amazing times during lunch hour.
After a while of mediocre meals one of us brought a small grill with which we baked all the best cuisines. The smell of food attracted shy studentas to us and before we knew it we were enjoying primos and secundis in between courses. At one point a boisterous good-natured neighbour even brought steak for us to prepare. With kitchen wipes we wiped away the blood and before long everybody was discussing what there was to be discussed.
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