Ian had taken to compiling a group of items that could be transformed into soft projectiles. He had grabbed a banana (which wouldn't hurt if you threw it whole would it?), another pineapple, a ham (who wanted to have deviled ham tossed at you?) and a few oranges (What exactly was orange puree like). Fully armed, Ian grabbed one of the oranges and pureed it with the francesco spell. He now had a hand full of orange pulp and juice. It was kind of gross, but there were gryffinclaws that needed to be pureed. Ian wanted to win and defeat Hooksteed. He stood and prepared to take aim with his next target. When he turned to acquire same target, he came FACE TO FACE with an angry female gryffindor. He hadn't expected close quarters combat but he was determined to hold his fire. He deserved to get a face full of pureed whatever it was. He stood there and dropped his hands as he felt the apple sauce hit him square in the face. Apple sauce went in his nose, covered his eyes and dripped down off of his chin onto his hufflepuff robes. There would be NO retaliation and if Adi felt like he needed to do it too, Ian would be there to take it. He was tired of not having his friends around. He was tired of having snippets of conversations here and there because he missed these people. He'd seen them of course, but they hadn't spoken since the opening feast. If they still didn't want to talk, Ian understood, but he surely wasn't going to retaliate (well, Benny was a fun throw, cause food fights were fun), but AJ would not receive a return shot. Ian felt the orange juice and pulp dripping off his hand onto the floor at his feet...and stood there.