TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.

The boy tapped his foot, checking his watch once again.

TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.

Where was this girl? She was supposed to be here by now already. The boy frowned, flicking his watch wondering if it had stopped working properly or if it was off by a few minutes. Which was entirely possible. Coulson rarely looked at his watch. He was pretty good at guessing the time based on where the sun was and all that.

Either way, he was going to tease Elodie when she showed up and make pouty faces and make her feel bad 'cause he could. And because they were best mates. That's just what best mates did. Or.. so the movies said.

Was she late?

..........Yes.

Indeed she was. Ooops.

But she wasn't going to make her presence known to her best friend! No way! She was going to surprise him :3! HAPPYFACE. Els hid around a corner for a minute or so contemplating what to do that would scare him the most.

She decided against the scaring though, and just ran at him, jumping at him and landing flat on his back. "HI COULY!" Sorry I'm late, or actually, I'm not very sorry because I was busy sleeping and cuddling my toad who is awesomer than you because it meows. Love you. Els.

HEAD!FLOOR.

It had happened so quickly that he could barely recall what had just happened. The only clear facts right now were that 1. He had somehow managed to meet the floor of Hogwarts properly, 2. he remembered letting out a rather loud grunt as something made contact with him, 3. Something was on top of him and 4. He hit his head. And Merlin's fuzzy white beard did it HURT.

"Owwwww." He moaned.

Things were... a bit fuzzy for a moment. The walls looked funny. Like.. moving funny and he pulled his arm out from under him and rubbed his head, waiting for things to come back to order. Someone had said his name. Yeah. That he knew. He tilted his head, trying to get a better look at what was on top of him realizing it was a person. Not just some sort of animal or heavy, blunt, very fast, able to knock him to the ground object.

Whoever it was had two heads. But slowly, they formed one showing the face of none other than Elodie Robertson. He should have known. "Hi Els." he responded, still rubbing his head.

Elodie Robertser was a queen.

Not a princess. Forget being a princess - although she was Braison's little Princess <3 She was a queen!

And the proof of that had been in this surprise.

COULSON WAS FLAT ON THE FLOOR! SCOOOOORE!!!!

This was freaking awesome! Grinning as Coul spent a little while quit, Els messed up his hair a bit, and prodded at his cheekss. As you did. Because best friends were allowed to do that. Did you not get that memo? But when he did recognised her, she squealed a little bit, clapped her hands a little bit, kissed her fingers, and smacked ot to his cheek.

VERY...VER...VERY... GENTLY!

As best friends do!

[b]"Hi Couly!!"[b]

It was just now about breakfast time, and at first glance, the entrance to the Great Hall looked fine. Once students entered and rubbed their sleepy eyes, however, they would notice that none of the tables in the Great Hall were where they were supposed to be. In fact, all of the large, rectangular, wooden tables.... seemed to have disappeared. Completely.

Food would soon appear on the floor, so students would just have to make do without proper seating... at least until the tables are found...

Failing to stifle a rather large yawn, Milton shuffled his way towards the Great Hall for some breakfast. He was really in the mood for some pancakes. And pumpkin juice! Yes, that sounded delicious.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Milton walked in through the entrance so he could head for the Ravenclaw table, but something was different... Hmmm.

O___o

Milton froze just inside the doors of the great hall and stared at the EMPTY room before him. Ermmm... Where did the tables go? Milton looked around, but they weren't anywhere in the hall. Well. This made eating rather difficult.

Presley was in a hurry. She had woken up late, and needed to get some homework done before class. She wasn't a big procrastinator, but she'd been a little preoccupied lately. She dashed into the Great Hall, intending to grab a single peice of toast and finish up her homework at the table, but she was stunned by the vision that greeted her there. No tables. None. How in Merlins name was she supposed to write an essay without a table?

She was so distracted by it that she felt herself literally run into another person. And not just bump into. Slam hard enough for Presley to stumble back a few steps. She looked up, ready to chew out whoever had been just standing there when she realized it was Milton. How humiliating! "Oh, Merlin! I am so so sorry." She apologized, regaining her balance. "Are you okay?" The more pressing question was "What happened to the tables?"

Milton stared at blinked several times more, still confused at the image in front of him. But before he could wonder TOO much longer, he suddenly felt someone slam into him from behind, causing him to stumble forward a step or two.

Lucky for whoever just ran into him, he was too tired to yell at them. When he regained his balance, he turned to see.... Presley! That suspicious girl from the common room. And she was freaking out. "Woahwoahwoooaahhh, slow down..." Please? It was too early to think that hard. "I'm fine." Because he wasn't really AWAKE yet. And... "I have no idea. But it makes breakfast a little difficult, don't you think?" Milton turned and looked back into the great hall. Yeah... That was going to be a problem.

Presley was so embarassed. As a serious dancer, she was normally pretty graceful. She just hadn't even been paying enough attention to see him. This was so awkward. Thank Merlin he was okay, and he didn't seem to be very upset about it.

Presley groaned in frustration, and nodded at Milton. "And last minute homework." Because she had that essay to finish!! She couldn't very well lay down on the floor like she did at home. Well, looked like her essay would be turned in only halfway done. She turned and really looked at Milton. He looked super good right now. Super attractive. Presley was surprised to find herself thinking that. This was a project. Something thatshe was doing to show up Elliot. Not legitimately liking anyone. Unless she was...

She suddenly remembered something. "Hey, I thought you were the quidditch captain." Obviously. She wanted to smack her forhead for saying something so stupid and obvious. They'd already been through this. "Where were you for the game yesterday?" The one they'd lost on a freaking stupid technicality!! It made Presley furious. Because technically, Ravenclaw making that many points without the snitch catch meant that they were the better team. But Hufflepuff had beaten them because their seeker had caught the snitch. It was wrong, and should be against the rules. There should have been an overtime period to determine the winner. But this was secondary school Quidditch. And things like that didn't happen. Stupid Hufflepuff.

Oh, last minute homework. Milton hadn't even thought about that. And now that he did, he realized he still had some to finish... Crap. Milton looked at the girl again to see that she seemed to be... watching him very closely. He raised an eyebrow at her and kind of smirked in an I-see-you sort of way. Heh.

But then.... GRRRRRRRRRRR. Milton's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched and he suddenly got very angry inside. He GLARED at Presley. Where was he for the game yesterday? The game that he SHOULD have been at, but that GIRL knocked him out! "If you are wise, you will not speak of the quidditch match." The match that they COULD have won if only Milton was conscious. UGH.

Presley was startled by his reaction to her innocent question. There was no reason why he shouldn't have been there, right? But now he seemed so mad. She took an involuntary step back. This was the kind of glare that reminded her of her uncle when he was angry. He wasn't very kind once he got to this point in his anger. But usually it was a little more gradual than this. "Sorry," she said in a very small voice.

Her eyes squeezed shut briefly. But then snapped open defiantly. She was Presley Black. He had no right to intimidate her because she'd asked a valid question. She wouldn't allow herself to be intimidated. If that meant she lost the game, so be it. Presley wasn't taking anybodies bullying this year. After standing up to her father the way she had, nobody was going to be allowed to treat her this way.

"I apologize if me question angered you," she said in a controlled polite voice. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have homework to finish up." She stared him dead in the eye, doing her best to let him know that he didn't frighten her.

Though truth be told, he did, at this moment. Because his anger was so sudden and unexpected. She was startled and frightened. And anybody who knew her well would see it in her eyes, masked behind the glint of furious/bold/proud. So what if she lost the game. She was Presley Black and she was noble. And as William Shakespeare had said once true nobility was exempt from fear. Nobody, not even Milton Shaklebolt scared her.

She looked scared. Good. Because the quidditch match was the last thing that Milton wanted to talk about. Milton was about to continue to look confusedly at the empty great hall, but then Presley started speaking again. Milton was rather surprised. She didn't sound angry or anything, but it was just quite different than the small and frightened apology she had given just moments ago.

Milton raised his eyebrows a little. Nice recovery. And... well, his bad. Heh. Maybe he should apologize for being mean for no reason before she could get away. "I apologize for letting my anger get the best of me," he said politely, which was kind of odd. "It's still morning." Yes, that his excuse. He was not a morning person, obviously.

Presley turned on her heel, ready to leave when Milton apologized. He apologized? That had not been the reaction Presley was expecting. "Thank you." she said calmly over her shoulder. Then she continued out of the Great Hall. Breakfast would have to wait.

The Prefect's event had cleaned up nicely, and now Anastasia was just left with a giant, empty space. It wasn't much and it certainly didn't have the fancy four posters of the some of the dormitories, but it would have to do. The redhead let out a small sigh as she flicked her wand into her hand once more and sent off a few more patronuses.

Then she waved her wand and uttered the spell that only the Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts knew; the spell to conjure up Hogwarts' own purple starry sleeping bags. The bags all fell to the floor in a great big THUMP, arranged neatly as they were in rows of two at each House's spot. The boys would be sleeping in one row, and girls in the other. Perfect.

She stalked over to the dais where her throne chair from the feasts was still sitting, although it was no longer behind a fancy table, and had a seat. Might as well wait for the chaos to begin.

Bounding down the stairs and through various walls came the whispy silvery form of a hedgehog. Wigging about and turning on the spot, the small patronus began to look for its intended recipient, the Headmistress. Eagerly the silver hedgehog continued to leap around the area until it could hear footsteps approaching to which it eagerly bound towards.

"Headmistress, please come to the Spirit Room as soon as possible! All the House Ghosts have been sucked into your brooch," came the voice of Kurumi from the tiny patronus.

So...the good news was that the brooch had been found. The bad news was that it had turned into a ghost trap.

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Bounding down the stairs and through various walls came the whispy silvery form of a hedgehog. Wigging about and turning on the spot, the small patronus began to look for its intended recipient, the Headmistress. Eagerly the silver hedgehog continued to leap around the area until it could hear footsteps approaching to which it eagerly bound towards.

"Headmistress, please come to the Spirit Room as soon as possible! All the House Ghosts have been sucked into your brooch," came the voice of Kurumi from the tiny patronus.

So...the good news was that the brooch had been found. The bad news was that it had turned into a ghost trap.

Just as soon as she got down to the Great Hall, she found a patronus message waiting for her that more or less said she'd have to be leaving again. Anastasia let out a puff of frustration and wondered what the children had gotten into this time.

This Hollyberry, or whatever her name was, was really a lot of trouble for a half-house elf. Annie blew her bangs out of her face and rolled up her parchment notes on the plant, leaving out just one blank sheet of parchment she hadn't realized she'd grabbed.

She used her wand to jot a note on that piece and then headed up to the Spirit Room. Hopefully one of her professors would find the note.... soon.

Hecate was going to get something to eat before heading out on her journey. She needed something to get the taste of rot out of her mouth, and as she arrived to the Great Hall Entrance she saw parchment... Normally she'd leave it for the house elves to clean, but it seemed written on by an adult hand.

She picked up the note and read it:

"Sweet Circe!" She said and grabbed the first kid walking by, "You! Go get professor Bentley, Tell her the headmistress and I need her here. NOW!"



ooc: Whoever is first to post, can be the kid she grabbed.

Emmanuelle was headed outside for a walk in the grounds when suddenly her arm was grabbed! Meep! She had heard the stories of the plant and it's vines just randomly grabbing things, animals and worse of all, people. This was it, this was the end of her! She opened her mouth to scream, then was hit by the smell of rot. Blech! But then she heard a familiar voice, the one of her Head of House and Potions professor. And what was that, Bentley was needed? "Yes, madme!" she exclaimed before pulling her arm out of the professor's grip and dashing off.

Fooooooood.

Lex has spent most of the day running around looking for something to do and now she was starving!!! She needed food like stat. Nothing was gonna get in the way of that. Nothing. Hurrying through the entrance she paused for a moment, kneazle in hand to stare at the Potions Mistress. WEird seeing her out here but she wouldn't dwell on it. Nope because she was hungry and Felix was hungry and food was just behind that set of doors over there--

What the...

The Professor grabbed a girl and started talking about Professor Bentley. She would've cared but like she said...she was hungry sooooo..... Meh. "Come on Felix." Off to get some food.

For a second time, Seren came hurrying up to the castle as fast as her legs could carry her, the meat scraps were shoved deep into her pockets, but its blood had already stained her fingers. Seeing her colleague she quickened her pace.
"What's happening?" she asked, approaching Hecate. "Where did it go?!"

Coming up from the dungeons, Leo steered his steps into the Great Hall in Seren's backwater. He followed the blond herbology professor up to Hecate that was gripping a note. Glancing from one woman to the other Leo said "Is something wrong? I've just come up from the dungeon's. Professor Bellaire and I have successfully unlocked the Slytherin and Hufflepuff common rooms."

Where did what go?

SERIOUSLY WHERE WAS EVERYONE ELSE?!

This was beyong RUDE, they left her alone to watch the entire Great Hall? How was that fair, sure she could handle half but the whole bloody hall with close to the entire student body in close proximity? No way.

Hearing familiar adult voices in the Entrance to the Great Hall, Calista hurried her way over there, her flats smacking on the hall's flagstones until she saw Hecate, Seren, and Leobald. "What is the devil is going on, I've been watching this kids by myself for the past 4 hours, is someone going to come help or relieve me?"

Wait....something was wrong.

No Slytherin was ever used to descending THAT many staircases in record time.

Nope, and that'd be why Sierra was just now arriving at the entrance of the Great Hall from the Astronomy class. The Astronomy class where the professor had been freakin' EATEN. She was still in a small state of shock over that one.

...but apparently there was a plan, because they'd all been asked to head here, to the Great Hall.

Sierra blinked as she overheard Ellwood saying something about having to watch kids for four hours. She was a professor...in a boarding school. What'd she think she'd be doing--watching pansies grow?! Nevertheless, Sierra sort of felt her pain. Four hours?! Hello, bathroom break!

"I'm here to help," Sierra said, looking toward the assembled professors.

Hecate simply handed over the parchment. "It's from the headmistress." She said showing them. As they read it, Hecate turned to the librarian and said "Thank you for that."

"Thank you Prefect Greingoth. We'll allow the professors to read the note from the Headmistress and then I assume we will form a search party of some sort." She then looked to her colleagues and said "Right?"