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Originally Posted by Benny
So they went from learning about space history to trying to fly with the help of a pixie?! He had instinctively ducked when the thing was thrown, the sound and destruction of the board made it clear that it wasn't a pixie but a rock. Professor Flamsteed's pet rock if he wasn't mistaken. So Benny certainly wasn't going to try to fly. He prefered broom flight anyway and his broom wasn't available at the moment so he settled for remaining seated. And he wasn't the only one as Angel's words from beside him classified her as rebel like him.
Ben turned towards her at her whisper, frowning as she spoke about being afraid. Her tone meant it was genuine. "It'll be okay," he tried to assure her as he reached for her hand, giving it a quick squeeze like he had in herbology, "Just stick by me." He'd do his best to protect her from anything she might be scared of. Which when Professor Hook spoke again seemed like it was going to be flying food from the food fight that the man had just instigated.
The Gryffindor had to bite back groan at the idea as well as the fact that Adi was once more on the side against them. Hopefully his bestie would chose to be a little more kind to his three lion friends. He wasn't about to participate at first but Ian's voice caught his attention. Maybe this was his chance to get the Hufflepuff back for the feast.
So he grabbed the nearest piece of food he could get, a piece of fruit that had fallen onto the floor and rolled. He paused trying to focus on the incantation that had quickly been shown in passing. "Francesco!" he cast, frowning as it worked and made a mess on his free hand and moving to deal with it quickly to clean himself off.
One...two...three....the fruit puree was thrown straight at Ian.
Ian was standing there, preparing to take another shot at an 'enemy'. He thought he was good with Zeke, but he wanted to keep a wary eye on the Mini-SMEE. Fatal error in strategic judgment as that meant he had left his flanks unguarded. Ian reached down to grab another sticky, gooey pile of pineapple puree when he was struck squarely on the side of the his shoulder *SPLAT* and he felt the splash of stickiness on his neck and it began to slip down his skin under his robe.
EEEEwwwwwwwwwww was all he could think until he turned to see the assailant.
Ian was staring at Benny, and Ian couldn't tell if benny was pleased he'd hit him or not, but this was too fun not to throw something back. Ian began to giggle with glee as he thrust his hand in the new direction, flinging a yellow mass of gelatinous pineapple in the direction of the gryffie.