:: Ganymede rolled around in the grass feeling restless. She would of had a blanket, but a greedy Gryffindor Prefect seemed to have took those.
Stinkin' Gryffindorks. Ganymede thought with a huff. She sat up and grabbed a handful of the magical grass and chucked it towards the blanket hog.
"Oye! You can't have them all sweet heart!" The majority of the grass fell onto Alexa's plates of food. Ganymede stood up and pulled out her wand. She was wondering if she could use a charm to take the blankets, or if an old fashion tug of war with them would be coming.

Ganymede marched over to the Prefect, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head with a snarl. "Well, you going to share?" She asked, still holding her wand out. ::