And. There. It. Was.

The trophy, that they won for their house. it was rightfully Dylan's for the time being. cause he lead the team to victory. this was true. she watched as Dylan took the trophy, with a beaming smile on her face cause she was proud. really SUPER proud, and Captain was all emotional and she just couldn't...

There was a teary eyed Dylan and happy everyone and it was just awesome, and she was really happy and content in this moment. Then Lafay Joined them and just RAINED all over their parade.. why in her office? why not somewhere in here. they did the work, not her. Crazy Lafay was Crazy ok?

Not her trophy.. theirs, k?

"Blegh, NEWTS. Good luck on those." And that would be her next year. Was already dreading it. She still remembered the stress the OWLS had brought and she figured the next would be even worse.

She also didn't know what exactly had happened between Dylan and Daichi, but Duck Boy was acting out of character for him. And not the ice cream caused weirdness from all through out term, either. But mean and immature. She gave him a confused look, but chalked it up to stress. After all, he was a seventh year too, right? So, yeah, the NEWTS had to be weighing on him as well.

And then there was Professor James with the trophy. Sky couldn't help but let out a whooping sound upon seeing it. What, it was a celebration, right? A joking whistle was let out when their captain kissed the trophy. Again, celebration. But then a buzz kill came in the form of Professor Lafay saying that she hadn't approved the party. She didn't seem to trying to stop it though, so it was all good. Until a nasty chill and rattling sound followed her in. A very familiar chill and rattle. "You mean like those?" she replied, wide eyed and pointing at the dementors. Hopefully they wouldn't get close to her again....

Derry was observing. She liked that it wasn't too hectic in here. From her spot on the sofa she could just about see everything that was going on in the room, and that made her happy for some reason. It was like a live action book.

And then THERE WAS THE TROPHY!!! Derry BEAMED at it, all happy and proud and excited and giddy and probably in the best mood she had been all year. They had won every game. Derry hadnt even been on a team for anything before and yet she had finally found something that she could do with other people. Siiiigh. Fantastic.

In fact she was so giddy that she hardly even heard professor Lafay, which wasnt surprising, since Derry hardly paid attention to her surroundings unless she was bored. But she noticed the sudden coldness, and the rattle and the... well... she was suddenly angry. WHY WERE THEY NOT ALLOWED TO CELEBRATE?!

"For gods sake let us enjoy our victory!" She pointed her wand at the dementors and tried to recreate the happiness she had been feeling just a moment ago. "Expecto patronum!"

...

The general idea was for that to be some sort of heroic save of the day before the sadness set it. But since Derry had never quite managed a corporeal patronus, all she managed was a mist... granted, it was considerably thicker than when she had started practicing, and she saw the hint of a feather, but it wasn't a patronus. And now she looked like an idiot. Fantastic. UGH. Well, she's managed to irritate the dementors now, probably... So she backed away..

ADULTS. DO SOMETHING.

Okay, good, they were hugging. Theo clung on tight, and patted him hard on the back. Once they broke apart, Theo just smiled up at Dylan, even though they were almost at eye level with his growing bones and stuff. He was distracted when the trophy made it's almighty appearance. WOw.... this was the first time he had been a part of a champions team. Even though Slytherin were always champions, they never got the trophy for it.

COULD HE TOUCH IT?

Theo's big beeeeeeam was short lived when a very familiar chill came across the room. He looked over to the door and... there they were.

He staggered backwards and clambered under the table which held all of the food and drinks. Nope... no... he couldn't handle another dementor attack. He was still recovering from the last one. It did crazy things to your head, you know. For now, he held his knees under the table, closed his eyes and started wibbling.

At least Professor James was here. She SAVED them last time.

She might have squeezed a bit too tight but you couldn't blame her could you? Like this was a happy day. And yeah she didn't really play Quidditch but she still was happy. All her friends played so she naturally cared. "Sorry," She said with a smiiiled to Ariana. Was the girl breathing still right? Cassia didn't choke her? Oh she talked then she was alive. Yaay! Nodding along, Cassia sat back leaving the girl to talk to the others and all.

"I'm pretty good," She answered Sonea smiling. Just as opened her mouth to chat with the girl more came. Theo and Derry, the fourth-year grinned at the others two though left them to talk to their team mates. She wasn't going to butt in just yet.

THE CUP! And professor James plus Lafay.

The blond sat in her armchair, cross-legged as she watched the whole scene with the captain taking the cup and others' faced beaming and whatnot. It was a HAPPY place. Nothing could ruin that! RIGHT! But then Professor Lafay had to mention stuffs.

Probably, everyone felt them before seeing them. The snake's smiling face turned white and she hugged her knees to her chest and became motionless. She still believed that if she didn't move she might go unnoticed. Also, even if she wanted to move, she didn't know what to do. First thing she thought of was bolting.

She swallowed and stared at the floor and decided to breath deeply and if those things get any closer she was going to BOLT away out of here.

Kat was just going to ignore the whole tension between her fellow Slytherin student leaders. Merlin, really? Couldn't they have a day wherein none of them started a fight? Of course, Daichi was kind of a little kid over there with that duck tie. So he won it right? From Professor Flammy? Because Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup? Clearly Kat felt like that wasn't fair. It was their effort; they won the Cup because they were an AMAZING team and then there's one person acting as if he was part of their victory.

... Sighs. At least they could have the freakin' Cup for themselves this term. Wonder how that would look in her with its golden colours.

And 'scuse this person. Who just happened to kiss Kat at the cheek without notice. Oh, was she supposed flattered? Not amused. Even if it was... someone. Yeah. Hello Cle. And no, you're not getting anything but a smile. Save the other stuff for later. It was also expected that her dorm mate saw that. Hi Logan. And of course, the usual expression. The prefect just grinned and nudged Ariana at the side. Stop it, you. Yeah Logan knew things. Things that were happening between Kat and her someone. Shifty.

Then... what was that shiny thing Professor James was holding? Huuuuh? Brow!wiggle. That was their trophy, everyone. They WON that, totally well deserved. Could she hold that later on? She needed a feel of their victory this term. It would make her feel like an ultimate champion for life. Yes. Amazing moment for Dylan since it was his last term as captain. All the hard work had paid off. The diet had done its magic on everyone.

Look at it. Lafay in the room... but she didn't like the idea of a party? C'MON. They won. Maybe Lafay should take a chill pill and take out a Lucille and wave it around. Didn't have every right to celebrate? But yeah, Kat understood what her head of house meant. Those cloaky things...

.. Were there. Really? But, how?! They were under the frickin' Hogwarts Lake. Unless those dementors were part-Mermaids, they wouldn't be able to swim this deep. But it hit her... it WAS inside the castle and maybe now was the time to panic? She hated it, the effects of those bloody cloaked figures. She needed to get a grip and do something. A Patronus charm maybe? YEAH, she was useless with that. So uhm...

This was a REALLY GREAT CUE TO DO SOMETHING, PEOPLE.

James was looking on at a very saddened Montmorency and moved to give him a hug, when... Lafay came to burst their bubbles.

The corners of Erin's mouth twitched into the slightest irritated smile and her words were overly polite and kind, "My apologies, Hecate, but your students are champions and deserved a celebration. Annie advised against the usual celebration tent, but suggested the common room. I believe her authority is above all; however, I recognize that I should have passed it by you directly. Please accept my apologies." Though she did announce it after the game... Erin's smile was more genuine as she caught sight of the students' faces; she wasn't going to let them down. This party WOULD continue, wouldn't it? Maybe Lafay needed more reassurance... "They have been under well-trained supervision; I wouldn't leave them to a party without knowing they were to be looked after. Everything is all right."

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Originally Posted by EVEN MOAR DEMENTORS!

Something smelled gooooooood...

Like happiness...

They were needing happiness... they needed to get souls...

Like a password would stop a dementor... or a horde of them.

...Well. It was ALMOST all right.

Despite the burst of adrenaline that shot through her system at the sight of the dementors, James looked for Odessa and Kinsley in concern, wanting to pinpoint their locations, then promptly flicked her wand back out of her robes before conjuring up the same thought from the previous Quidditch match, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The massive silvery bear erupted from the tip of her wand once more and charged the horde of dementors.

Not on her watch, dementors.

Oh... Yukky light thing... we don't liiiike...

So the dementors retreated back from where they came from.

Yeah thats right be gone dumb dementors. Ariana beamed up at professor James cause she saved the day and all! But back to more important things, like the cup. Could the dementors take Lafay with them. She was being grouchy.

...Well then.

That was easy enough.

Turning back to the students, James pocketed her wand and surveyed their faces for any signs of severe emotional or mental scarring. "Everyone all right?" The dementors hadn't touched any of them, but some of their faces said that they... weren't really okay. Moving toward the refreshments table, James stood by the chocolate cupcakes purposefully and suggested, "If you're feeling shaken, take a seat, raise a hand, and I'll toss you cupcake. Chocolate's supposed to help." That would probably be messy with the icing, but maybe a little bit of fun would help bring 'em back to Earth and shake 'em out of their dementor funk. And... maybe it would raise the overall mood level of what was supposed to be a PARTY. So she tossed the cupcakes to those who wanted them.

She still had a few individual awards to hand out... or would Lafay want to confiscate those, too?

............ so anyways, here was West Odessa, who had been elsewhere for a short time.

And now he was here.

West stopped short in the doorway and blinked, looking cautious, and also mussed up enough to suggest that he might just have been busy snogging his girlfriend and that was why he was late.

Er.... why was everyone so glum?

Theo heard a familiar voice casting that familiar spell and things seemed to quieten down. More importantly, the cold breeze of the room lifted a little, so Theo was soon sure that the dementors had disappeared. He moved so that he could peek from under the table, which confirmed it. PHEW.

The shaky Slytherin emerged from under the table and shuddered off the nerves. At least he was totally okay. Nothing touched him this time. Cool. Yes..

Totallywantingtogohomerightnow.

"Thanks, Professor." He muttered, then took a seat but didn't raise his hand for chocolate because he didn't want to look like a total wimp. Was he seriously the ONLY one who scampered away to hide under the tables? How embarrassing.

Total vibe killers, those dementors. Sky wasn't filling much like celebrating anymore, even though Professor James had successfully driven away the soul suckers for now and was now tossing around cupcakes. She caught one of the flying desserts anyway, since they seemed to be chocolate and she knew that it would help her feel at least a little bit better. But, she had caught it by the frosting end, so now she had frosting all over her hand. Ick. "Thanks, Professor James," she piped up, still sounding bummed out while starting to lick the sweet topping off her hand.