Things were finally starting to pick up at the house table, which was a welcome change for the busy 12-year-old. Downtime just wasn't Maddie's cup of tea, so to speak. She'd pretty much either talked to or waved at everybody at the table. That is, everybody except the poltergeist who just insisted he go out the school year with a bang.

...or a splat, that is.

Maddie gasped as a few eggs cracked and splattered on the house table. Had this been water balloons, she'd be all up in this game. As it was, though, raw eggs just wasn't her thing. "Ruuuun!" she shouted, warning all her house mates of the sudden attack. "Or take cover!" Like a ninja!witch, she dashed out her seat and under the house table.

It wasn't foolproof, but she wasn't wide out in the open either.

Maddie was under the table just in time to hear the headmistress start her speech. She must have shoo'ed Peeves away, too, because the second year didn't see any flying eggs. From underneath the table, Maddie heard that applause for Slytherin was due. She clapped. Slooooowly. Not because she was a sore loser, but because Slytherin had won everything. Again. She cleared her throat then without another word, took her seat at the house table.