The day rose to great weather. Birds were chirruping as a competition to the cawing of those crows, and amidst all the commotion, Scottie was yapping his hunger off in barks.
"Calm down, lad!", jabbered Jacob, massaging his white beard a bit as his slender veined arms took the fresh meat from the locker.
The kitchen was brimming in a good delicious chicken smell, which must have disturbed Scottie's sleep earlier than usual. Well, even Harry was on his legs to get a good taste of it.
"I need to say, Anna, you have got great magic in this!"
She giggled. In a white apron, yellow leggings, and hidden red sash top, she was shining in a ponytail like the childish look, tending to the turkey and the chicken grilling their ways on the frying pan and oven respectively.
"When will it be ready?"
