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Meizzner 
It would only be fair if they hit the claws right. They were part of that house after all. The rest of Mo's plan was perfect. Moving House to House. "Alright, Sounds Good. Let's get this party started"
They both kicked off at different times because they did not talk about this part and they could wing it if necessary. Ah, a whistle. There he was. Being disillusioned and trying to find them in the air was hard. But if they could not find eachother. Neither could everyone else. So perfect.
"Now the count of three. One...Two....Three"
Snowballs, away. Bwahaha, look at those claws getting hit with snowballs. It was brilliant. Thank Merlin, they picked lunch time to do this. So people were actually here.
From across the Great Hall, the Ravenclaw table is peppered with snowballs that seem to come from nowhere. They're a little slushy, which seems to suggest someone had them stored inside their shirt, but still cold. Very cold. Did they come from the Gryffindors? The Hufflepuffs? Who knows... but this means WAR!
Above, Mo circled on his broom, practically invisible and trying his hardest not to laugh out loud and give his position away. Time to move on to the next table, Nigel?