Harry walked into the supermarket; since there was a kitchen on his floor -actually on all the floors-, it wasn't a bad idea if time to time he decided to cook himself something for dinner, maybe something more elaborated than the ready meals he was used to. Not having much money, those were the only things he could afford. However he had always liked to cook, of course he wasn't a masterchef -the most elaborate thing he had cook was a lasagna- but he was quite good at it, so why not take advantage of the situation and use his new kitchen?!
He reached the frozen food area, shivering at the cold. He was wearing a simple tank top and he wasn't quite fond of cold in general, not even the one of the supermarket! Passing a hand through his hair, Harry moved his look on the different things in the freezer, trying to chose what to cook for that dinner.
"This is tough..." he chuckled to himself "Fish or meat?"
