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Kitty's eyes widened in slight surprise as Julia complimented her real name. It made her seem like a princess? "Wow, I never thought of it like that. Do you really think it sounds like a name a princess might have?" Maybe it did, but it was hard to find a princess or a tragedy in the name "Dugray." "Okay, I guess you can call me Dugray if you want to. I'm going to ask my mum about it in a letter."
Julia nodded encouragingly at Kitty,
“I do! Lady Dugray. It sounds very tragic-romantic. Like you’ve stayed true to one love through ten years of exile and hardship, but right when you’re about to reunite with him he’s struck down before your eyes and you’re overwhelmed with unspeakable grief.”
Which might have been a little
too tragic, but it
did go with Kitty’s black nails. Still, Julia added,
“Or maybe he’s just taken prisoner and you have to rescue him. Or something.” Quote:
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AmbiguouslyMe "Good to meet you, Julia," he said, extending his hand to take hers. Her sudden question, though, caused him to look up toward the staff.
"Er, not usually, but Professor Flamsteed is..." how to put this diplomatically. "Somewhat excitable. I'm... sure he's fine."
Maybe.
But then the Headmistress had them up and out of their seats and moving and... Thornton had better find an actual seat for the feast.
“Somewhat?” Somewhat didn’t seem to cover it. Still, since no one else was alarmed by the shrieking, fainting professor, she supposed it was something to be noted and ignored. Odd place.
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AmbiguouslyMe But before Thornton Baines could get settled in a seat and actually get any food for himself, a mix of mashed potatoes and peas rained down on him, covering his head and shoulders.
No. No no no no no no no no. This was not happening. There were firsties everywhere and they were all about to be covered with gravy and mash and all sorts of other things. Or so he thought, not realizing yet that it was a targeted attack. Spinning around, much as he had during that food assault in Astronomy, he cast a shield charm hoping to spare as many people near him as possible.
"No one throw anything back," he said, voice raised, potatos dropping from his head to his shoulders. Ravenclaw would not get drawn into this. No. No no no.
Whether it was because she was short, outside the splatter range, or just plain lucky, Julia escaped the rain of mashed potatoes and peas. And then Prefect Thornton, big brother protective type that he was, was putting some kind of shield up over them and ordering a ceasefire. Good. Good good. She hadn’t wanted to be splashed by lake water and she didn’t want food all over her either. Food belonged
in, not
on.
In an attempt at being helpful, amongst the hysterics (Rooney) and disobedience (Haddie), she reached up and starting picking pieces of potato and peas off Prefect Thornton.
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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.
“Eep!” Julia huddled in close to the prefect as the ceiling started to rain, a little less enamoured with it than she had been not long before. It was
raining and it was
cold, and… well, perhaps it wasn’t actually soaking her through because of Thornton’s shield charms, but
still…