Twenty pounds of lemons. That was what Koko would drag out to the Quidditch Training Pitch, desperately wanting to do something with them. She'd brought some sugar and water if someone would want to make lemonade, but... She also had her knife, just in case someone tried to attack her. Then she could squeeze lemon juice in their eyes.
Koko dropped the basket, a bead of sweat running down her face. "Well. That's over with." She then began to spread out the picnic that she had brought along with her, and she then placed a few lemons on the blanket. She wasn't going to have a picnic; she was going to analyse. See what others would do. Her wand was in the pocket of her Slytherin robes. Her hair was tied back into a high ponytail by a green ribbon. Koko stood, facing the direction of the wind, and she looked at the castle. It was still very hard to believe that she lived in a supersized castle all the way in Scotland... Which also reminded her that Scotland would be even farther away by her second year.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Koko worked with her thumbnails to peel a lemon. She then squeezed a drop of the juice onto her tongue, and then she sat down on the picnic blanket. She reached into the picnic basket and produced a biscuit. Taking a bite, she realised just how hungry she had been. She ate the entire lemon before finishing the biscuit, and truth be told, the lemon wasn't half bad. It was not as sour as most lemons; perhaps it was mutated... She took another bite of the biscuit and leaned back until she was lying on the grass before she swallowed.