Originally Posted by Miss Evi3e <3

Enya was slouching on the bench of the table, ignoring the people around her. This was all boring to her, She'd told what happened, so she shouldn't have to stay! Right? Well she certianly thought so and she was tired of all these arguments. She just wanted to sleep. But knowing her, that was never going to happen. GAH! Enya placed her hands on the table - pushing away plates of food and cups full of pumpkin juice - and leant her head into them. Maybe she could get a quick nap without anyone knowing. Fingers crossed.

All of what people were saying to her was muffled while she had her head in her hands but she defently heard when Skye told the Professor what had happened. Enya jumped up and turned on the older girl - ignoring the prefect and Professor standing there. "Skye!" She cried glaring at the girl. "You ratted everyone out! How could you! Saving your self. How rude!" She said rudly at the girl. She was far to tired for all this. "And then you get it all wrong!" She next cried taking a step towards the girl.

While she stood there - ignoring everyone else - glaring at Skye she heard Louisa tell the Professor her turn of advents. It hurt her deeply for Louisa to tell all too, how she had trown some juice - which she did - but she could have stayed out of it. But at least she got it right. So i guess she's in the clear, she told herself. She continued to glare at Skye - not caring what would happen. "Out of all the times you could have spoken up to end the fight, you chose instead to get everyone in trouble by telling on us" She whispered angerly to Skye. God was she angry....and tired.

But then she heard the Prefect begin to speak. Damn were they in trouble now. She thought peeking at him before she looked back at Skye. She'd get back at that girl some day! But what surprised her was that the Prefect really didn't know what happened, he only came over to see...not knowing anything else. The thought made her smile. Maybe they could get out of this, if only Carin didn't speak up...and tell on her. Although the fact the girl hadn't spoken in ages troubled her. Enya peeked towards Carin. After a few seconds of looking at the other girl she looked back at Skye. Glare. She wondered what the Professor would do now.

Originally Posted by Paintbrush

"Second years, not firsties," Carin corrected Cedric automatically. She almost bit her tongue, but too late; she was already in enough trouble, what with a professor getting involved, and here she was making it worse.

Although on the other hand, she had to say something. After all, she was a second year, and everyone knew there was a huge difference between eleven and twelve year olds.

She looked away from the Prefect and touched her fur. If only Enya had managed to get it a shade darker, she'd look exactly like her cat Astor, who was probably now waiting for her in her dormitory. Suddenly, Carin felt very tired with the nights events, wishing she could just be left alone, hugging Astor, wanting to just fall into a dreamless sleep.

Unfortunately, her housemate and fellow troublemaker was likely to make this wish unattainable this year. Listening to Enya speak, Carin decided to add her twopence, too - after all, she wasn't going to allow Enya to blame only her.



"Actually, Skye's account is pretty accurate. The initial jug-drop was mostly an accident, that's why I cleaned it up - successfully, might I add," she added with a glance at Cedric. She was a true Ravvie, after all; her spells usually worked. the key word there being usually, though. "As for the rest, well... things just spiraled out of control. I don't usually lose my temper like this, but I couldn't help it with her behaving like she owned the place! I'm sorry for the trouble I caused and all, but there's no way I'll apologize for trying to teach her a lesson in good manners," Carin announced.

And she meant it, too - she really was sorry for making such a mess and getting everyone involved, but she could never sincerely apologize about infuriating Enya. That was just too sweet a sight to behold. Besides, at least she wasn't lying about the whole event to a teacher; she was well aware she was as much at fault as Enya was. And though Carin was a lot of (not necessarily flattering) things, she was certainly not a liar.

"As for you," she added, turning to Enya. "You, how can you get mad at Skye for being truthful? It's like you got mad at Louisa before - for no reason whatsoever! And you expect these people to like you? To be your friends? And as for stopping the fight - admit it, you'd probably try to have cursed Skye too had she tried, so it's better for her that she kept quiet now, isn't it?"

Carin stopped, breathing hard, suddenly realizing how shrill and loud her voice had gotten in her agitations. Ooops. Attracting even more attention was not something she had wanted to do, looking as she did in her current furry state.

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Preston's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "No. You yelled and carried on and your story did not match up with the mess that's before us. You didn't explain why the scourgify that resulted in fur needed to be cast in the first place. That is not explaining what happened. THat is self-serving hysterics."

Watching her sit, he followed her with his eyes, levelly. "You do not get to decide when to go. You are able to go only when you have been dismissed."



"Thank you," he said turning to the eldest once more. "I wish that, perhaps, you had come to get someone from the staff table for assistance before it got out of hand, but somethings these things happen quickly."

He nodded at her, before, then, turning to hear another account of the events.



The sight of the tears welling in the young student's eyes softened Preston and he knelt down once again. "Sometimes," he began softly, "the best way to help is to go and get someone else. Does that make sense?" Trying to catch her eye, he looked up at her, as his kneeling had put him below eyelevel.

"Thank you for telling me what happened, too. You made a mistake, but it's not a horrible one. Ok?"



Standing, Preston turned to the Prefect, whose story seemed to lack detail... which was to be expected if he witnessed it from another table. "Thank you for intervening, Mister Leone. I do think I can manage, if you'd like to return to your classmates."



But then Miss Mayberry chimed in again. "ENOUGH!!" Preston bellowed as he swung around.

"Your attitude leaves much to be desired, Miss Mayberry, and I will not have it. It would have been far easier for you to have cooperated. Instead, you chose to first accuse, and then later to share an incomplete story that made yourself look completely innocent. And you have continued to yell and carry on. You will sit there and be quiet until I am ready to deal with you. Understood?"

Professor Kingsley loomed over her, eyes narrowed. He was hungry, for Merlin's sake, and in addition to being rude, this child was prolonging this encounter a great deal.



"Your honesty that your action was intentional is appreciated, though it was extremely poor judgment that will not go unpunished. In the future, if you are having difficulty with a student, bring it to one of the professors or to your prefects."

He was about to address them all when she continued, rather shrilly. "That is enough," he interjected. "It is not for you to dole out reprimands."


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Clasping his hands behind his back, his expression was grim. "Miss Althiem and Miss Carter. It would have been much better if you had called this situation to someones attention before it got so out of hand. I hope you will exercise better judgment in the future."

He moved to consider the other two girls. "Miss Mayberry. Miss Hughes. Five points, each, will be taken for the mess and the disruption. Not only have you disrupted the feast for a number of people, the wanton waste of food is also inappropriate."

He paused. "Miss Hughes, you will see me in my office first thing tomorrow to further discuss this incident and how you can better respond in the future. And as for you, Miss Mayberry, your repeated insolence and disrespect has earned you a detention. You will report following the feast. No arguments."

Setting his jaw, he stood in front of them all. "You will all remain at the feast until dismissed by the Headmaster. I will take care of the fur and the mess, so there will be no need to leave early. I would also recommend that you separate yourselves."

Preston unholstered his wand, eying all the girls involved. "Let me take care of that fur, first," he said, giving his wand a deliberate point in the direction of the girl. It wouldn't do to have a furry girl at the feast! Satisfied with the spellwork, he turned to the mess on the table, and the mess on the people. With a few quick swishes, he had siphoned up the spilled juice and vanished the toppled food.

"Now get out of my site before I change my mind."