"Of course," Celandine paused for a nomming, "we are friends now, Cliffie."

And of course, since she was soooo super nice, it built up favours and then when she wanted stuff people totally, totally jumped to. What goes around comes around.

"Don't get whomped though."

Hmmm.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

She grinned innocently and made up her mind to tell Garret that she was now buddybuddy with the Headgirl AND the Headboy. This of course provided far more cover for the antics of the pirates.

"I know right?" Celandine agreed quite proudly. "It's on account of our brains are so big it messes with our equilibrium and to balance out we have to get rid of stuff that isn't as important." You know, that pesky sanity thing? Yeah, that.

"I am pretty awesome," Cela paused for a split second and added, "and pretty."

What the...?

Clifford hadn't got ANY of that. Equi-whaaa? Hmmm. Maybe she was insane too. Ah well. He could handle insane people as long as they shared chocolate with him. JUST.

"Hmmmm. I guess.. you are." He nodded in agreement, head tilting the other way as he eyed the Ravenclaw curiously. She was prettier than Nicholai anyway. ".. only cos of that chocolate warpaint though," he teased, showing chocolatey teeth before licking his fingers.

Cela laughed at him and smooshed the remainder of the frog she'd been nomming against his chin, giving Cliffie a chocolate beard.

Very manly, no?

"All duels should end with chocolate." Celandine decided in an it-has-been-spoken voice.

Oooh. Choco-beard! Niiice. Now all he needed was a nice moustache to match it. This manly man was still struggling to grow his own facial hair.. chocolate was a good alternative. Teehee.

"EVERYTHING should end in chocolate." Literally. Everything.

Daily routine: Wake up, chocolate, shower, chocolate, get dressed, chocolate, practice flexing, chocolate... you get the drift.

"That soooo shoulda been on the plaques for the rules at those stupid Ministry approved schools." Celandine licked the chocolate off her hand thoughtfully.

"Want to go get more?" There were a couple chocolate frogs still bouncing around by the door, they could grab them on the way out.

"Mmmmm. Can't let any go to waste." Clifford grinned crookedly. "Little buggers can't escape us." 'Specially not when they were all decked out in their chocolate hunting gear. Duuude, they had feathers and tribal markings! RAWR, much?

Jumping swiftly to his feet, the Head Boy offered a helping hand to Celandine. Gentleman he was. See?

Chocolatey hand to chocolatey hand, Cela pulled herself to her feet and eyed the two by the door. "If we rush them together, there will be no escape." Celandine whispered, peeking at the frogs and calculating distance and trajectory and nom-value.

Nom-value being the most important scientific calculation of them all.

Yes! That sounded like a fantabulous plan. "We'll trap 'em! And then sentence them to death for trying to escape!" Mischievious grin creeping to his lips, Clifford even added a small 'Mwahahaha.' Y'know, just for good measure.

"... after three?"

"Everyone expects three, even frogs. Let's do it on ONE!" Cela suggested, then promptly tried her own Mwahahaha.

Hmmm. Fun.

MWHAHAHAHAAAAAAA.

Everyone expected three? He didn't. Did that mean the froggies were smarter than him? Hmpf. Even more reason to sentence them to death. GRRRRR.

"Okay then..." Clifford whispered, bracing himself. Predatory crouch? Check. "ONE!"

Chocolate froggie hunting tiiime.

ONE? ZOMG THAT WAS FAST!

Celandine threw herself off the platform and went left, doing a little series of steps to dodge an invisible opponent and maybe confuse the chocolate frogs a bit and...

possibly just for the fun of it.

She scooped up one of the frogs and tucked it close to her with a gleeful expression.

What was that laug... oh yes!

MWAHAHAHAHA!

Aaaaand they were off. Clifford leapt from the platform right after Cela, eyes fixed on his goal. That chocolate frog. It had his name written all over it. NOMNOM.

He wanted to throw in one of those cool secret agent forward roll thingymabobs, but he felt a little bruised after that duel. AND his stomach was pretty full. He didn't fancy puking everywhere. ICK.

"MWAHAHAHAA!"

Grinning in success, Clifford literally swallowed the chocolate frog whole. In one go. YUM.

"We make a good team." Celandine decided, nibbling gently on her captured chocolate frog.

And you know, with the chocolate warpaint and the feather headbands, they looked pretty darned cool too.

She adjusted her bag on her hip and opened the door, the sugar starting to do its thing. It had been a LONG time since she'd had ANY sugar, and now she was having LOTS.

How fun for Clifford.

"We have to be sneaky, nobody can seeeeee my stashes! I still have THREE more years of candy-stashing, you won't ruin it for me will you, Cliffie?" Cela batted her eyelashes hopefully. He knew about how important a sugar supply was, surely Mr. Headboy Quidditch God was on the level? Oh yeah! Chocolate frog in her hands!

Nom.

The water began seeping through the floorboards and into the duelling arena.

The power of the water becomes evident as the sound of it starts to get louder and it begins to churn upward, but oddly, it stops at the castle windows, even open ones, and does not spill a drop outside of the castle.

The water fiercely rose to shoulder level and the sound of the rush was deafening. In the water potion vials and corks were floating in it. A GO SNAKES banner floated by, followed by a fancy green compact with the initials P.G. on it, and a Yellow notebook with a badger on the front.

The water was rushing harder and more things were showing up in the water. A piece of parchment was floating in the water... It said:

Also in the water was a Badger scarf with the words "I love the Dominator" embroidered in it and lots and lots of hearts around it.

Also a photograph of a boy in hufflepuff robes leaning against a beatup, rusted Ford Anglia on the outskirts of the forbidden forrest.

The water splashed about pushing all the people in the duelling arena out to the first floor corridor as it rose to touch the ceiling and stopped.

As Arethusa said, the water was drained out, the injuries healed, and everything was restored to normal.