game keeper's foraged cuppa
It's not easy being the only half giant in Great Britain, what with the grounds keeping duties and all you see. But the Headmaster can normally get him to do important errands for the school, knows he can trust him, even with his life.
So our lovable Gamekeeper can be seen with a crossbow and his faithful boarhound trooping off into the forest to tend to the magical creatures therein. The forest hides many secrets, (Mars is bright tonight!) but also many treasures! What with unicorn tail hairs fetching ten galleons a strand, a man could make his fortune! But the Gamekeeper is only interested in the practical. (You'll do something useful or you can get back to the castle and get packing!)
So into his many pockets, astride the owl treats and moldy dog biscuits, gets tucked away a few berries and a bit of mossy fern. All this plunked right atop last week's rock cake forgotten in the lower left hand pocket. Just the makings for a perfect cuppa while hatching an illegal dragon's egg in one's own wooden hut!