In Harry's case, the stereotype about English people not being able to hold up against spicy food, was true. Sure he enjoyed a good spicy curry now and then, but whatever he had seasoned his fish with was beyond his threshold of tolerance. The heat sloshed through his moth permeating it even further with the cool water he had hurriedly drank after that first bite.
"Hhheeeeeh," he wheezed loudly. Behind slightly askew spectacles his eyes clenched shut against tears of pain from the unexpected heat. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad but it was hot here today. Really hot! And now his mouth was on fire. Harry couldn't have missed drizzly, dreary old London more at that moment, with a nice soggy milk toast or some such.
Whoever was nearby would have the discomfort of Harry's ugly, splotchy red face turning to them as he continued to wheeze. "Is. there. milk?" he asked, then wondered if he would regret that too. For all he knew the milk here would turn him into a toad, or make him blind for a few hours. Having lived in the Wizarding World long enough he should have expected the unexpected by now, but he didn't. Compared to the flaming heat in his mouth turning into a toad sounded alright enough.
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In Harry's case, the stereotype about English people not being able to hold up against spicy food, was true. Sure he enjoyed a good spicy curry now and then, but whatever he had seasoned his fish with was beyond his threshold of tolerance. The heat sloshed through his moth permeating it even further with the cool water he had hurriedly drank after that first bite.
"Hhheeeeeh," he wheezed loudly. Behind slightly askew spectacles his eyes clenched shut against tears of pain from the unexpected heat. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad but it was hot here today. Really hot! And now his mouth was on fire. Harry couldn't have missed drizzly, dreary old London more at that moment, with a nice soggy milk toast or some such.
Whoever was nearby would have the discomfort of Harry's ugly, splotchy red face turning to them as he continued to wheeze. "Is. there. milk?" he asked, then wondered if he would regret that too. For all he knew the milk here would turn him into a toad, or make him blind for a few hours. Having lived in the Wizarding World long enough he should have expected the unexpected by now, but he didn't. Compared to the flaming heat in his mouth turning into a toad sounded alright enough.
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