Michael lounged in the common room until dinner time. He had to make good on one of the favors in that time but he didn't care much. If he owed a favor he'd make good on it no questions asked. Dinnertime came and he made his way down to the Great Hall. He sat down and began eating voraciously as always. His cousin Ron tried to keep up with him, but while Ron was a big eater, Michael was in a league of his own when it came to eating. Harry watched somewhat fascinated. "How on earth do you eat so much? I've watched you at every meal since the start of term feast and you never eat less than six helpings of everything." Michael looked at Harry and smiled, "Let's just say I have a very high metabolism." He said mysteriously causing Ron to roll his eyes and Harry to be even more curious.