Just like how Esther fasts for three days in the Bible, Mormons are asked to fast the first Sunday of every month for a period of twenty-four hours. Then the money that they would have spent on those skipped meals is asked to be donated so that the families who don't have enough for food can be helped. It's not required, but it is strongly requested of anyone fit and able.

Greg stared longingly at the long stretch of food on the Slytherin table. He could see the other kids eating a muffin and his mouth watered at the sight.

"Why'd we even come in here?" Vincent groused next to him. "It may be lunch time, but we can't eat anything until dinner."

But Greg was just too hungry. He reached out and snatched a BLT from the nearest plate, stuffing half of it into his mouth in one go.

Vincent let out a shocked noise and cuffed him on the back of the head. "What are you doing?!" he hissed. "It hasn't been long enough yet!"

"I'm hungry!" Greg whined. "Besides, we can always say we forgot it was fast Sunday if anyone asks."

Vincent sighed and buckled under the peer pressure. "Alright," he said, taking a chicken from the plate. "But next month, we'll fast for real."

Just as he lifted the chicken to his lips, a voice shouted from the doors.

"Crabbe! Goyle! I've been looking all over for you!"

Vincent guiltily dropped the chicken back to the plate as Draco Malfoy came closer. He looked at it longingly while Greg tried hiding his sandwich.

"What are you doing in here?" Draco said suspiciously, looking between each of them. "I thought it was Fast Sunday."

"It is," Greg piped up, and Vincent wanted to punch him. "You're right, we…totally forgot."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm not Mormon so I obviously don't care, but you guys 'forget' every bloody month. I'm not an idiot – just stop trying." He grabbed a sandwich from the plate and promptly took a bite out of it. "Now, come on," he said through his mouthful. "I've got new ideas for how to get back at the Mudblood for punching me in the face last week."