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AmbiguouslyMe · 01-03-2016, 10:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Callie

Splat! The consequence of being next to the intended target. A huge glop of mashed potatoes were firmly plastered to the back of her head and right shoulder.

"Fat chance of that!" She stood, and grabbed a double handful of her mashed potatoes herself, and scanned the Great Hall for the culprit. It wasn't hard to figure out who was responsible, but unlike the boy, Haddie actually knew she was terrible at throwing. Before either prefect could do anything, she marched away from her table and to the Gryffindor's table...

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Originally Posted by Goblinfrog

Her mouth hung open as her new friend disobeyed the prefect's order and stormed off to give the Gryffindor boy what he deserved. She watched as Haddie slammed potatoes into him - just before getting attacked by another student. Kitty couldn't take it any more. She grabbed a large clump of mashed potatoes and followed Haddie over to the Gryffindor table.

No... no no no no. Failing. He was failing. What did one do in this situation? Was he supposed to go after them? But that would leave the table partially unattended... it wasn't as if he could physically stop them and clearly words hadn't worked out so well.

He searched around trying to find where Penelope had been sitting. Maybe she would know what to do???? But his attention was soon drawn by a rather... woesome Rooney.

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Originally Posted by Shanners

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SPOILER!!: Blaise & Thornton

It was an understatement if anyone thought that Rooney Bronwyn was going to accept a WHOLE splodge of mashed potatoes and gravy landing on his notebook. It was an understatement if anyone thought that Rooney Bronwyn was going to take this lightly. "MY NOTEBOOOOOOOOOOOOK!!!!!" His poor, poor, ruined work of art. This was years in the working. He had pages on everyone and pages on everything and he had so many lists that he still needed in there and it had been GRAVIED.

Ever the dramatic, Roo lifted the notebook to the air (a la circle of life) and stood on his seat with a wail.

His beautiful words about beautiful things. His poems about daffodils. His plans to woo Miss Charlotte. His GOALS. His DREAMS. His ten year plan! "RUEEEEEEE THE DAY YOU GRAVIED MY ANGEL! RUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE DAAAAAAAAAA-- EEYACKKKKKKKKKH!" In the middle of his scene he had been hit with a pumpkin pasty, and was now wearing the contents of it, the outer part sat on his ear almost like a cuff.

First his notebook.

And now him.

WHY.

Why couldn't they have just waited until he was in bed??! Which he wished he was now. How was he going to explain the mess he was in to Miss Sophie Brown?!

Despite their interaction on the train, Thornton felt quite bad for the boy and immediately went over to him, dodging.... was that a turkey leg??

"Rooney... come down and maybe we can fix it," he said, maybe pleading a little. "Mr. Kitridge must know a spell. I bet people spill things on books all the time." Especially give how little care some of their classmates had for pretty much anything.

He was grateful that there were some who chose not to get involved (Abby and Austin) and h'd never been so happy to have seen students (Chloe, Chris) head under the table....

Under the table. YES!

He scanned quickly again for Penelope. He hoped this was a good idea... "Everyone, if you can shield yourselves, great, but if not, get under the tables. You won't get hit with food that way... Get under the---"

The crack of thunder cut him off and Thornton looked up.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

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It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall.

Just in time for the rain to fall right on his face.

SPOILER!!: more rooney, posted while we were posting

.....or not. Rubbing his face with his hand, Thornton went and retrieved the tossed notebook, in case the younger boy regretted his discarding of it. Maybe he could fix it and it would get him in the boy's good graces. Who knew. He really couldn't be too bothered about the boy kicking the food, since it was no longer edible. But he supposed he was.. probably supposed to.

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AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,674 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	quotes, PLUS Chris, Chloe, Austin, Abby and Penelope mentions Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by Callie *Splat!* The consequence of being next to the intended target. A huge glop of mashed potatoes were firmly plastered to the back of her head and right shoulder. "Fat chance of that!" She stood, and grabbed a double handful of her mashed potatoes herself, and scanned the Great Hall for the culprit. It wasn't hard to figure out who was responsible, but unlike the boy, Haddie actually knew she was terrible at throwing. Before either prefect could do anything, she marched away from her table and to the Gryffindor's table... Quote: Originally Posted by Goblinfrog Her mouth hung open as her new friend disobeyed the prefect's order and stormed off to give the Gryffindor boy what he deserved. She watched as Haddie slammed potatoes into him - just before getting attacked by another student. Kitty couldn't take it any more. She grabbed a large clump of mashed potatoes and followed Haddie over to the Gryffindor table. No... no no no no. Failing. He was failing. What did one do in this situation? Was he supposed to go after them? But that would leave the table partially unattended... it wasn't as if he could physically stop them and clearly words hadn't worked out so well. He searched around trying to find where Penelope had been sitting. Maybe she would know what to do???? But his attention was soon drawn by a rather... woesome Rooney. Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners [color=#7d0541] SPOILER!!: Blaise & Thornton It was an understatement if anyone thought that Rooney Bronwyn was going to accept a WHOLE splodge of mashed potatoes and gravy landing on his notebook. It was an understatement if anyone thought that Rooney Bronwyn was going to take this lightly. "MY NOTEBOOOOOOOOOOOOK!!!!!" His poor, poor, ruined work of art. This was years in the working. He had pages on everyone and pages on everything and he had so many lists that he still needed in there and it had been GRAVIED. Ever the dramatic, Roo lifted the notebook to the air (a la circle of life) and stood on his seat with a wail. His beautiful words about beautiful things. His poems about daffodils. His plans to woo Miss Charlotte. His GOALS. His DREAMS. His ten year plan! "RUEEEEEEE THE DAY YOU GRAVIED MY ANGEL! RUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE DAAAAAAAAAA-- EEYACKKKKKKKKKH!" In the middle of his scene he had been hit with a pumpkin pasty, and was now wearing the contents of it, the outer part sat on his ear almost like a cuff. First his notebook. And now him. WHY. Why couldn't they have just waited until he was in bed??! Which he wished he was now. How was he going to explain the mess he was in to Miss Sophie Brown?! Despite their interaction on the train, Thornton felt quite bad for the boy and immediately went over to him, dodging.... was that a turkey leg?? "Rooney... come down and maybe we can fix it," he said, maybe pleading a little. "Mr. Kitridge must know a spell. I bet people spill things on books all the time." Especially give how little care some of their classmates had for pretty much anything. He was grateful that there were some who chose not to get involved (Abby and Austin) and h'd never been so happy to have seen students (Chloe, Chris) head under the table.... Under the table. YES! He scanned quickly again for Penelope. He hoped this was a good idea... *"Everyone, if you can shield yourselves, great, but if not, get under* the tables. You won't get hit with food that way... Get under the---" The crack of thunder cut him off and Thornton looked up. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie .... It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall. Just in time for the rain to fall right on his face. SPOILER!!*: more rooney, posted while we were posting* Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Standing on the table, Rooney was one of the first to get hit with the weather change and HE FELT GLORIOUS. Always one to take a situation to the furthest point of creative inspiration, he cleared the table of food with his feet, tossed his notebook (GOODBYE SWEET NOTES, WE'LL MISS YOU) into the crowd of rowdy students and tapped his feet. Tappedy, tap, tap. Oh, this was just too good to pass up. Stepping forward and each little hum, he kicked food to the left and to the right, looking up every so often and getting rain on his face. Oh, what a beauty. Oh, what a thrill. Positive that the table was elegant and clear enough to be used as a stage, Roo choreographed out his wonderful tap routine and sang as loud as he could. [b]"I'm sinnnnging in the rAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN, just siIIIIIINNNNGIIIINNNGGG in the raIIIIIIIIIN..." Oh, performing... It was a beautiful feeling, his heart was all warm even in all of this rain. "What a glooooOOORRRRIOUUUUS feeeeling, I'm hAAAPPPPY AGAIIIIIIIIIIIN..." His volume picked up after a little moment, you know...considering as no one at school really knew that he was that type of actor and he took the part of the song that REALLY was like his life right now, and BELTED it, feet tap tap tapping, bum wiggling in time and everything falling perfectly into place. "I'm lauuuuUUUuuughing at clouds so darRRRRRRRRRRk up aboOooOOOOOOooove.... The sun's in my hearRRRRrrrt aaaand I'm reaaAAAAAAAady for love..." His audience were so welcome. .....or not. Rubbing his face with his hand, Thornton went and retrieved the tossed notebook, in case the younger boy regretted his discarding of it. Maybe he could fix it and it would get him in the boy's good graces. Who knew. He really couldn't be too bothered about the boy kicking the food, since it was no longer edible. But he supposed he was.. probably supposed to. __________________ Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby? You can fly above the rain clouds Close your eyes Let the melody carry you Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky to once upon a time Last edited by AmbiguouslyMe; 01-03-2016 at 10:22 PM. Reason: coding kerfluffle