Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb Holy. Guacamole. That escalated QUICKLY. Norah was still stuffing her mouth with all that the House Elves had to offer when MADNESS broke loose over at the Gryffindor table and somebody HURT HER ROONEY('s notebook?) and she needed to SAVE HIM and SAVE YOONGI before he got too upset, and SHIELD THE FIRSTIES and make sure Henric LIVED and that Professor Myers wouldn't EAT THEM ALL ALIVE and that Headmistress Moxley didn't feel too DREADFUL for all the madness happening at her very first feast in charge. At least it looked like Professor Flamsteed wasn't dead on the floor anymore. That was a bright side, yeah? The prefect sat and stared as the scene unfolded, coming to her senses for long enough to make sure all her baby puffs were behaving themselves (AW YES. GO THEM. SHE'D HAVE CHOCOLATE FOR THEM LATER, TOO) before going back to just...staring. What on Earth? What was going to happen to the Gryffindors? Yoongi had to be okay, right? He was just doing his job, RIGHT? He had to be okay. It all had to be okay. Not okay-ness was simply not allowed. If only Blaise had come back to sit with them like he'd said he would. He'd probably need some company, what with all the punishment he was probably going to get. Norah made a mental note to find a Gryffindor who could deliver a consolation of some sort to his dormitory before Flamsteed sent him to Jupiter or something equally horrendous. Not that Jupiter didn't seem like a super awesome place to be, but she wasn't sure how long an ickle Gryffindor would be capable of breathing all the way out there.
She was startled from her thoughts, not by Charlotte Kettleburn roaring, or even some firstie(Olivia)'s battle cry, but by a sharp crack of thunder and rain? RAIN? RAIN! She hadn't even know the Great Hall COULD rain. It was kind of lovely, if you thought about it. Not for the food, but at least for looking. That counted too. She was still watching the water fall from the clouded ceiling when Professor Myers showed up, looking awfully wibbly. Maybe adventurous feasts just weren't his thing. "Any time, Professor Myers. We'd never want to disappoint you." Norah leaned a little to the side to give the other Hufflepuffs a thumbs up, before focusing on him again with a grin. "I'm sure your banjo will be A-okay, sir. You can just fix it, right?" He was a PROFESSOR. He could do ANYTHING.
With that, she got up from the table and dug her wand out from her dripping wet robes. Alrighty. Cleaning time, yeah? This was the worst part. None of this would EVER have happened if Soph and Zander were still here....probably. "Scourgify!....Scourgify!" Professor Culloden'd be so proud of how good she was at that spell, now. "Scourgify!" Was there somebody over there to clean Rooney's notebook? "Scourgify!" At least the rain was helping with the cleaning bit. "Me 'n Henric can help if there's anything else that has to get done, Professor." Hopefully Henric would be on board, 'cause he was just volunteered. They were a TEAM, it was just how it went. "Scourgify!"
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