"“It’s breakfast. What in Merlin’s name do you need ketchup for?”
Potter didn’t even bother glancing up at my question. When he failed to find the condiment at the Gryffindor table, he stood up in his seat and began scanning the other tables in the hall as well. It took him a few seconds to actually get around to answering my question. “Well, for the eggs, of course.”
“What?” I blanched, a look of total disgust playing on my face. “That’s bloody disgusting, Potter!” Commentarius, BCDaily.