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sweetpinkpixie
Hmmm, was Miss Cambridge referring to little Seeker boy? He had been all over the ice cream earlier in the term when he had first spotted the machine in the kitchens. Hopefully the boy had not consumed the ice cream that Mr. Gunter had scooped off of the floor. "Thank you for the tip, Miss Cambridge. I shall head over there right..." After he spoke with Miss Fischer. "But of course! It is an eating contest after all," he smirked will popping another several spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth. Heh. That made five bowls for him. Take that LeoBALD. "Would you like to -------"
*SPLAT*
The Astronomy professor was seeing red and NOT just because he happened to be at the Gryffindor table. Eyes wide as flying saucers, he sloooooooooooooowly looked down at the front of his WHITE shirt and found...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he Darth Vader screamed. "MY SUIT!" His Sunday best! His best friend! IT WAS COVERED IN ICE CREAM!
OOZING.
STAINING.
ICE CREAM!
Alright. Who threw that? WHO?! He was going to turn them into a ferret. "I'd be amazing at eating contests. My tummy has no bottom," Alice informed Airey and the rest of the world, rubbing her belly as she did so.
"Can the librarian-" .. why was Aireyhead screaming? It was ice cream. She stared blankly at the suit-obsessed professor for a moment.
"You're a wizard, Professor Aireyhead. Can't.. can't you take care of that?" No? Did he need some help from his favoritest student ever?
She extracted her wand from her robes and pointing at his suit.
"Tergeo." He was WELCOME. Pity term was over already, or she'd be expecting points for such quick thinking, did he know?
"You're welcome." Ahem.