Kingston's question wasn't replied to since a man of much importance (That's what the man seemed to imply) started to speak. His left eye kept twitching as he heard the speech the man had given. He didn't care about the bloody school being torn apart! He didn't care if the girls were in another school!

"Excuse me, Sir." Kingston spoke, looking at the well rounded man. "You seem like a man of great importance. And, believe me when I say this my good Sir, I rarely see that." Being around men who thought they were important has taught Kingston many things. Many, many things.

"Sir, I am Kingston Wendleworth the third." He spoke, sounding confident. "And I say this with much respect, but I will not be treated like that," he told him, pointing at the Hufflepuff table. "I have been raised in a high society and I will not take anything less!"

He looked at the staff table "So even the staff are been treated differently"

Antwone was going to reply when he saw the walrus of a man push another student out of his path to make his way up towards the staff table.

"I'll see you around professor, the table has suddenly gotten a lot less ... spacious," he waved and headed back down to the abnormally large table that was his house.

Dumont looked around the room uncomfortably. He was liking this place less and less, but it wouldn't do much good to let anyone know that. He wondered to himself why Hogwarts wasn't open and they were teaching here instead, it just didn't make sense. He hoped that some answers would be forthcoming soon, the truth was that he was just as new here as the students were, newer in some ways, and still learning what was going on himself.

Jose saw Proffesor Dumont he went up to him "What is going on here?" he asked "Why can't we just be in hogwarts like normal?"

Chester stopped in the doors of the Great Hall, hiked up his pants to his chest leaving his socked ankles showing as if the flood was coming, and glared around the room. He strutted up to the Staff Table to find an assortment of men sitting on the dias. He glared at the thin ones as if to say with his eyes, 'You're practically half a man being so thin!'

Spotting a man with a cane, a proper sized belly and a conduct to be admired, the 85-year-old Chester Wesolowski carried himself with arrogance over to him and introduced himself, "Hello good sir! I'm Chester Wesolowski, Ministry-approved educator of these fine young chaps. Or at least they better be if they know what's good for them." Chester snarled, ever the pleasant man.

Rabby hopped up to the stage and saw a large man. He liked the look of his leg, so he hopped up and began nibbling on his leg. Hard. He sank his teeth into his leg hoping to get him to feel the boys' pain.

Professor Branxton sat immobile on his short, rickety stool (quite the feat given the state of the seat) while the staff and students filtered into the hall. His eyes flicked briefly to Borr but, betrayed no hint of what he was feeling toward this entire fiasco. When it seemed Borr had finished, Doyle stood and cleaned his glasses before speaking in a carrying voice. "Thank you very much for your sentiments Lord Borr. We are pleased to count your greatness amongst the staff here at Cooper's School of Magic," he said and then sat back on his stool which was transfigure-proof and seemed to have been set with a permanent sticking charm. Much like the monstrosities they felt moved to place in his office.

Chester roared as he felt the rabbit's teeth sink into his ankle. He grabbed the rabbit with both hands, securing his front and back feet so he couldn't get away but also wouldn't break its own back by kicking too hard, and yelled out, "WHOSE ANIMAL IS THIS!?!? If you want him back, you best reveal yourself!!!!" Chester was fuming, his face a horrible shade of purple, split firing from his lips as he yelled.

Brandon ran up and said"It is mine sir. I have no idea how he got out of his cage in the great hall but I assure you he will not be seen ever again!"He grabbed his rabbit and ran back to his table snickering.

Chester dashed off the dias (and by 'dash,' I mean waddle) and followed the Hufflepuff boy, grabbing him by the collar and saying, "Oh, no you don't! Five points from Hufflepuff for not having better control over your pet! And I'll take five more if it happens again! Go lock that teethy rodent in your dormitory! And don't shame the house of Hufflepuff, MY house, like that ever again!"

Brandon frowned at his rabbit and ran off, hoping to see that man again, in detention.

"That’s a little harsh don’t you think, sir?" Sebastian said, he'd just come from the owlery, and still smelled a bit like owl. "After all... It is just a rabbit. You made it sound a bit like it was a..." he shook his head, maybe this wasn't his place?

"Treated like what, my good man?" Lord Borr showed little interest. He reached out and put his beefy hand on the boy's head and pushed down."You should bow before and after introducing yourself, my good man. 'Tis good manners."

Lord Borr did not like people with long and ridiculous names. He did, however, make a few exceptions. "Lord Borr. Berty Borr." He gave a slight bow, as deep as his belly would allow, and offered his hand. "I'm sure I've seen you around the Ministry before. Or rather, you've seen me. I'm very busy, and very important at the Ministry." He was turned off by the VERMIN in the Great Hall. "HAVE THAT THING PUT OUT OF ITS MISERY! Hideous beast! MOST IMPROPER! Were you raised in a BARN?!"

Lord Borr yawned and fell into his throne like chair after the rabbit chaos and the boring speech by Professor Doyle. Being so busy and important and a full time role model was tiring. "You're very welcome, Professor Doyle. Very welcome indeed. Why, there may be hope for you yet. Just might be a little magic left for me to work on you after I mold these boys into men."

Finn's mouth dropped at the loss of house points. "Sir, what has the loss of an animal by one student impact our house?" He grumbled. Already things were getting worse he thought to himself.

Chester's eyes bulged out of his head and he snarled at another Hufflepuff student, "Harsh?!?! You want to see harsh!?!? Five more points from Hufflepuff for you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong and for undermining my authority!! When the Ministry calls upon you to improve this school of miscreants, then your opinion will matter. Until then, I suggest you resist the urge to butt in things that don't concern you!" With that said, Chester turned himself around and stormed back to the dias.

This boy got lucky that Chester's anger was pulsing so loud in his ears that he didn't hear him talking back. It would have been more housepoints, and Hufflepuff already wasn't off to a good start!

Sebastian rolled his eyes and restisted the urge to stick two fingers up at the ridiculous man. What a idiot. He turned with more diganty than he'd believed himself possible and was about to return to his table, but paused just before he got there, turned back to look at the stupid professor. He winked, and act of extreme arrogance, and then left the hall, anger blazing.

Kingston tried his best to not swat the man's hand from his head. "Oh, yes. I'm terribly sorry, Sir. Excuse me for my horrible manners." Kingston apologized after giving him another bow, showing him that he indeed respected him.

"As I was saying, Sir. I will not be treated as some peasant. I don't think a man such as yourself, Sir would agree to sitting in a place like that." Kingston pointed back at the small table. "Am I correct, Sir? I would also like to point out that my father would be greatly disappointed. You do know about the Wendleworths don't you, Sir? My Father's the 27th Viscount of Wendleworth!"

"I know everyone that has ever lived," Lord Borr yawned again. Though, he'd only met a few truly important enough people to bother remembering. "Let me give you some advice, Mr. Wendleworth." Lord Borr sighed and shook his head solemnly. "Life is not fair. Not all the time. If you find your life, or in this case your seating arrangement, below your standards, then do something about it! Carpentry is no career route to turn your nose up at! Go my boy! Build yourself a suitable place to sit!"

"I will not be ridiculed, good Sir!" Kingston almost hissed, placing both his hands on the table and leaning into the man's face. "I am a Wendleworth and I know that I deserve more than what has been given to me. It is unfair that the Slytherins and Ravenclaws are flourished with miraculous things while Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs are treated like scums!"

Lord Borr raised his cane and threatened to bang those grubby little hands this boy had the staff table. "You are an ungrateful little snot! Do you have a table? Will you be fed? The Minister has provided! YOU WILL BE GRATEFUL!" Lord Borr spared no spit in his mini speech. "I've given you advice: BUILD YOUR OWN TABLE if you find the Minister's table inadequate!" Lord Borr took a deep, shuddering breath. It was wheezy and phlegmish. "I'd like to invite you to my private lounge, Mr. Wendleworth. When classes start up."

Ignatius strode up to the staff table. He looked across the table. He spotted a rather plump fellow. He recognised the face from something to do with the Ministry, but he wasn't sure what the fellow did. He smiled and headed towards the plump man. "Erm excuse me Sir, but I do not find the conditions at the Slytherin Table to my liking. There has already been theft by another house. And I see that the napkins are not made of silk. I use silk napkins, and nothing else."

Kingston did not dare to move. He did not blink. He held his breath as the man spoke, afraid he'd blow up at him as well. "I am not ungrateful! In fact I am very grateful that you are cutting us off from the ladies!" Kingston told him, his blue eyes flaring with anger. "I will NOT tolerate this, Sir. In fact I am going to owl my father, telling him about this utter none sense!"

Pulling away, Kingston raised his brow at the man's offer. First he told him off and now he's inviting him into his private lounge? "I appreciate the offer, Sir. But I would rather decline it."

Will looked at Ignatius and groaned inwardly. He watched apprehensively to see what this enormous man's reaction would be.

Trey applauded and nearly fell out of his seat laughing from his spot at the Slytherin Table as the older Slytherin boy demanded silk napkins, clearly mocking the Hufflepuff. But yet, silk napkins would be rather nice. "Good show!" He yelled over towards the Slytherin.