A whistle was heard and the voice of the Flying Instructor rang out on the pitch. "It's time to land and count your marshmallows! Smooshed ones don't count," Vindictus said and with a flick of his wand, he lifted the spell on the enchanted marshmallows.

And then the sky was falling . . . actually it was raining marshmallows as they fell like rain on the students and splattered on the green grass of the pitch.

It was an absolute mess.

OOC: I've decided to leave this open another day or so that everyone can RP finishing and leaving the pitch. Have fun!

Ryan heard the shrill whistle of Vindictus calling them down. Time to count marshmallows. YES.

Ryan quickly descended and he heard a plunk. Another marshmallow landed in his helmet! Score! He hadn't even tried for that one.

He took his helmet off once he was safely on the ground. In his cauldron were 6 marshmallows, and one smashed white glob. "I've got six, Professor," he said.

Cora heard Professor Vindictus blow the whistle, and made a break towards the ground, two more marshmallows landing in her helmet on the way. Two! Without even trying! The grinned. Hmm...yet she was a bit sticky.

"I've got..." She counted the pink fluffy sweets. "Six as well. And...a half." She said, pulling out a mushy mess with a look of amusement and disgust.

Juno landed and yanked the helmet of hades off his head tossing it onto the ground. As he expected he had none. Woot- go me. and actually, Juno was rather excited. There was no way he could have either of the two remaining explodible marshmallows. He leaned on his broom watching the other kids as the landed, wondering where the last two exploding marshmallows would land. Part of him hoped, one would hit Mr. Professor Man.

And then, as if the powers that be were reading Juno's thoughts, there was a loud BOOM!. He looked over to see Mr. Professor Man covered in white creamy goo. "HA!" Juno let out a laugh before he could stop himself.

Ryan looked over as an explodable marshmallow hit Vindictus. He smirked at Juno and thought, Good thing Vindictus is Juno's HoH.

Bess could have done a jig if it were possible to do so in air when the whistle boomed through the pitch, indicating the time for the game to stop! She had enjoyed the game tremndously, no doubt, but then..... then the burden of the load on her head would have made her behave like a tipsy person if the game had lasted a second more.
She was zooming towards the blessed solid groun, when the marshmellows started to rain like crazy. She didn't know if any got inside her cauldron or not, she had no idea but one thing was sure: one marshmellow, a big one landed on her own so far, clean self. Ah!! Well anyway, Bess had now finally reached the messy, marshmellowy (if at all that's a word) ground.
Next, she peered inside the cauldron to count the ''rocks'' but oh!! The inside of her cauldron was so, so so sticky and messy and a pathetic sight! Grinning at it inspite of herself she started to count. "That's fine, and that's all smooshed and so's that one there ....Hmm ...okay, that's fine and so's that and -' Bess muttered to herself until she had checked and re-checked the number of marsmellows she had collected. Finally emerging her head out from th cauldron she said, " I've got 10 professor."
"And a puddle of smooshed ones but unfortunately, that doesn't count," she added with a sigh. it was a pity so many had got all squshed. Otherwise she would have had a lot more.

Austin landed and removed the cauldron from his head. In the middle of counting his marshmellows there was another loud boom as Professor Vindictus was the latest victim of the exploding marshmellows. "Well i have 14 full marshmellows", Austin said, "not counting the squashed ones. "

It was loud and . . . sticky. If he was in a foul mood, then his wrath would have been unleashed and the poor prankster would have been banished to the dungeons for eternity. But today, Vindictus was in a jolly mood and after the initial shock passed, he began to laugh. At first it was a low chuckle that proceeded to grow louder and more joyful. I wish I had thought of this kind of prank back when I was in school . . . Doyle and Fabian would have enjoyed it immensely. Then Robert and Miranda would have killed me while Clara wrote about it.

"Okay! You got me!" he chuckled loudly and realized his wand was covered in the sticky goo.

Amelia heard the sound of the whistle and listened to Vindictus as he told them to land and count their marshmallows. Her hand reached into her robes, as she felt the gooeyness of the marshmallows. This task had been quite the challenge, but fortunately her expect quidditch skills had allowed her to catch quite a few.

Just a few feet from the ground, when the sky started raining marshmallows - and BOOM! They threw her flying off, and rather then steer into something, she jumped off since she was only about two feet from the ground, to land into a nice patch of green. Unfortunately, she miscalculated and landed on her hands and let herself fall into the push up position, and slowly onto her stomach.

From the instant she fell on her stomach, she knew it was a bad idea, as she felt oozing within her robes. The marshmallows. Rolling over and sitting up, she reached into her pocket to pull out the gooey mess. "Oy," she muttered as she counted them all mushed together. "Well Professor, it looks I did have nine or ten, but I kind of just mushed them now" she said, blushing and biting her lip in shame.


ooc: sorry I hadn't really posted except once before this... darn work! =[