EVENING FEAST

The sun had finally set, bringing a reprieve from the searing heat that had tormented {if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}and his fellow servants all day. However, the respite was short-lived. The evening brought with it a new form of degradation, one that would test their dignity and resilience.

As night fell, the grand dining hall of the Masters was prepared for a lavish feast. The hall was a testament to opulence, with towering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors and walls adorned with priceless tapestries. Long tables were laden with an array of sumptuous dishes, the aromas wafting through the air and taunting the hungry servants

{if S = 1} Neville Longbottom {elseif S = 2} Percy Weasley {elseif S = 3} Cedric Diggory {elseif S = 4} Colin Creevey {elseif S = 5} Oliver Wood {endif}, his skin still raw from the day's sunburn, was summoned along with the other servants to serve the Masters. They were given no time to recover or rest, their pain and exhaustion irrelevant in the face of their duties.

Clad in their torn pants, their bare chests a canvas of red, blistered skin, the servants filed into the dining hall. The Masters, resplendent in their royal garments, took their places at the tables, their expressions a mix of anticipation and condescension.

"Begin!" the overseer commanded, and the servants sprang into action, each tasked with attending to the whims of the Masters.