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HAHAHAHAHA!!! It caught him! HAH! Good aim, yup, see why she was a Chaser? Lex grinned over at his obvious outrage and stuck a celebratory spoonful in her mouth. Bull's eye, yo! Oh Mo, was the ice-cream good, did it feel amazing on your cheek? Hahahahahahaha!
Yeah yeah, bad sportsmanship too and all that. "Well of course I shot first! It's no fun when you're second!" Logic.
She stopped laughing only after she felt a scope splat right on her forehead but before she could react any further there was ice-cream all OVER her. Okay so maybe that was an over exaggeration but for her it was TRUE!!! COOOOOOLD!!!!!
Lex hopped out of her seat immediately and flicked away as much of it as possible. "Wasting a whole bowl of ice-cream isn't polite!!!" Then it hit her; she wasn't polite. Reaching across the table she stuck her hand in a bowl--c-c-coooold--pulled out a handful of ice-cream and smeared it on his face.
That's what you get.
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Ice cream is cold yep.... and it started to melt... which not only is it getting into her ear, but her hair and down her blouse. Sticky. Icky. Wince-worthy....
-- and apparently a tradtion.
Aquila gawked at Mo and Crazy Lex smear and pour ice-cream at each other. They were doing THAT. And if theres anything Aquila learned about having to adjust to her new life outside her island-- is that do as the Romans do.
Or in this case Hogwartians.
"I will proudly partake in your tradition!" she beamed, taking an entire bowl and a spoon and started scooping it out and FLINGING it at Mo and Lex. "Am I doing this right?"
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Repetitive learning. She can do this. Oh holy walnuts. SIGH. Mo wiped ice cream out of his eyes and let it drip between his fingers back to the table. It was a good thing he could head right back upstairs after all this
fun and take a shower. Or maybe he needed to soak in a bathtub for a while to get all the ice cream out of his hair. Or something.
"Just... don't encourage..." Mo began, but it was too late. Now both Lex AND Aquila were flinging ice cream, and they had generally devolved to madness. In a fit of something-like-chivalry-but-not-quite, Mo wrapped both arms around Aquila, pinning her own arms at her sides so she wouldn't keep throwing ice cream at people.
"Fun game, right? Let's take a break for a second."
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lemon And then there were Ravenclaws- the ones she had been staring at earlier to be precise- appearing and giving her ice cream. "Thanks." And then.. and then there was food SMEARING and FLINGING and THROWING. Was she supposed to put a stop to all of that? Badge and all? Or could she leave the boring patrol stuff to Selina, 'cause she was Head Girl and all?
Of course she could.
"Food fight?" Because if they were having, SOMEONE had to call it. "Well. You know, I'd join in and dump my whole bowl of ice cream down your shirt," she informed Mo. "But I'm not quite done with mine yet, so you're lucky." Alice tapped his nose with the unused end of her spoon before returning back to her ice cream and watching the whooole table make fools of themselves.
This. This was entertainment.
He got a thanks, and then a challenge, so Mo couldn't this exchange as a positive one. He grinned broadly at Alice, even through the ice cream in his hair and the little Ravenclaw he was trying to pin down with his own manly strength. Rawr.
"Bet I taste pretty good right now, though. Just saying," Mo shook ice cream out of his eyes like a wet dog coming through a puddle, and then he grinned at Alice again. "I know you get to sit in the prefect car on the train, but you should sit with me instead. Will you?"
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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. And then Airey happened, and Mo was SO thankful that his hands happened to be full. And Aquila happened to be settled. PUT DOWN THE SPOON, LEX!
Mo gaped at the professor for a long moment, his mind reeling helplessly from lame nonsensical excuse to excuse, until he finally opted for a very simple shrug and a glance at the ceiling. He searched the sky above them through the charmed ceiling for the source of the magical ice cream rain cloud and then shrugged again. "Weird weather we're having, Professor. Very weird."