Oh, she's been thinking for a whole long time now. Actually, since this was set up. But that was a long time, somehow. See she hoped to see a couple of people … pied, just for the joy and curiosity but she didn't have the trust that her vote would be secret. Call it paranoia but what if professors came for REVENGE! She was just going to be sure no one got a peek on her vote before she slipped it in. Best plan ever. Tis the one that took her a long time to figure out. No wonders she wasn't an eagle, eh?

The sixth-year casually walked up to box …. After she saw the headmistress. Oh, great, couldn't have picked a better time to vote.

Walking past the red-headed and averting her eyes in case the woman read eyes or smelt fear or whatevs, she got closer to the box.
No backing out now. Pffft, why would she. *GULP*

Cassia wiped her sweaty hands on her robes before slipping the paper into the box. HA! All done.

Wait, which one of the couple choices she slipped again?

Well looky what we have here....

Dark hair poked from around the corner. Dungeon levels actually having some fun? Specifically dungeons in Hogwarts? The young SlytherClaw moseyed around and looked at the ballot box. A smart smirk creased her lips as she scribbled whichever name popped into her head. She didnt really care who to pie, only that she can get herself in on a chance to pie someone.

Ladidada in goes the paper. Maybe she can check out what else she can wreak havoc explore around here while she waits.

She hasnt been in such a good mood since she moved to Hogwarts last term.

...

Why had she even voted again?

Ella just stood, biting her lip because this had been a bad idea. BAD. It wasn't going to end well, y'know? Oh gosh. And she was the HEAD GIRL. Head Girls just didn't go around tossing pies at people, right? Only here she was and...

Oh gosh.

BWAHAHA!!

This was just too sweet.

HE and a few others got to pie the Professor's in the face. This was a good day.

Making his way into the appropriate area, Michael looked around to see who was here but it looked as though he was the first.

Oh nope. The Head Girl was here. Michael smirked a little at that. She was rather brave wasn't she. That or stupid.

Since there was only the two of them at the moment he decided to take the time to limber up some.

He did not plan to miss.

...he was going to officiate or whatever.

HE was going to do it. Watch his fellow co-workers be pied. By kids! BRATS! And what for, really? Fun? This was no fun! ANNIE! Why did she even join it anyway? Mr. Botros too! Just... it didn't make sense. Did the man even have the heart to support it (literally, because Cosgrach had no idea about the procedures of a heart attack). And no offence, but the Healer looked exactly like the woman to clean herself FIRST, look after anyone else SECOND.

Mer-lin.

If only he could change the poll results... DESTROY it! However, he was but a humble worker under Annie's command, and if she had consented to it...

"You two, stand in a line there!" he snapped more aggresively than necessary as his hands pointed several feet away from the centre, then he looked at the faces: A boy he vaguely remembered from his class and... he gasped dramatically. It was Head Girl. HEAD. GIRL! The responsible, kind, clever--

He couldn't take it anymore, so he pursed his lips--clearly he was very disappointed with her--and turned his gaze away at the entrance.

WELL? Where was the rest of the people? Was he required to make an announcement or something? Could they be over with it already?

Was that boy smirking at her? Ella narrowed her eyes slightly and watched as he…what was he doing, anyway? The blonde didn’t understand why these things happened to her. Now she was lumped in with this little smirker who probably couldn’t wait to pie a Professor and sh-

O_____O

She jumped when Culloden practically barked at her to stand in line. And those looks? Not necessary, okay? She already felt bad and now her stomach felt like they dropped to her feet. The blonde fought the urge to cower and stepped forward, determined not to get upset even though she felt HORRIBLE about this.

School spirit, they said! Get involved, they said!

Now every professor was going to HATE her and think she was a BAD apple and she was a GOOD apple. One of those nice ones that had a good crunch, y’know? Not the worm-filled kind that was used to poison Disney Princesses.

Where was Alec? She needed a hug and some moral support. She needed someone to tell her she wasn’t a horrible human right now.

...Frown.

Well well well, did they call out her name for this here Professor Pieing thing?

Why they sure did. She had perfect hearing after all.

So there goes the SlytherRavenclaw Brunette, a sweet smile on her face as she waltzed back towards the table.... and stood right behind the ornery Potions Professor (which she had wondered earlier, why wasnt he part of the list?) and cleared her throat.

"Ahem"

Michael saw the look he received from the Head Girl and he merely shrugged his shoulders. She volunteered for this. What? She didn't think about the consequences?

He was just a lowly third year. This kind of behaviour was to be expected. Hehe.

Oooh Professor Potions was a tad cranky about this. Whatever dude. The Professors had volunteered for this so now they were going to get their just desserts. Haha, pun intended.

And maybe one of his pies might just go awry and hit grumpy pants in the face. Michael stood where he had been instructed and waited for the fun to start.

Yeah this was a REALLY GOOD DAY.

Oh gosh. Marigold was NOT expecting to be actually PICKED to pie the professors. She just thought it was cool and tried it out! Merrrrrlin, everyone would be staring at her too. And with the rumors about her, she did not want anymore spotlight time. Gah. She halfheartedly skipped over to where the other chosen students were and stood next to them awkwardly.

Yeah, hi to Ella and the potions professor, though the latter looked a little stressed out. This was going to be both fun and not so fun. She blushed and then grinned at people.

Merlin, Morgana, and Harry Potter.

Well, the fury hadn't blinded Cosgrach that much to miss her tormented face, and that softened his expression a little. He still was disappointed in her, but at least she felt bad and had the decency to show it.

Noted and approved, Miss Head Girl.



...and this one was the opposite of 'decent'.

Cosgrach's expression was replaced with a hostile one again, but he kept his mouth shut. He couldn't do anything about this pieing now, but he could as well never give him the benefit of the doubt and always decide against him. Yes. That.

Narrowing his eyes against the face, he memorised it and moved a few steps towards the newcomers.



Were they... SMILING?!

Smiling that they were going to PIE professors, two of which were over 40, and one was near death over 70?

Teenagers these days! No matter how hard he tried to like them, they kept failing him.

He set his jaw straight and simply said "Get in the line," as curtly as he could.

Botros was the first one to stand in line? Oh! He had a big grin on his face, and he was standing straight, he waved at the kids who seemed... huh, some of them were excited but the others were timid. This wasn't a punishment, Merlin, this was a game, everyone should be having fun and smiling! Like he was. He waved at the Potions master then.

Okay, standing up straight over here, he waited for the rest of the 'chosen' staffers to join him.

Oh yeah, Hannah was thrilled to have been chosen to throw the pies. This actually seemed to put her in a decent mood all things considered. It took her forever to make her way down to where she needed to be, but that couldn't be held against her right? "I'm here." Don't forget about her. Hannah was ready to throw some pies. She only hoped her arm would cooperate.

Hannah lined up behind of everybody else because she was not going to be left behind. The seventh year was trying to look around to see who would be her victim. She secretly hoped for the muggle studies professor.

Did giving Students The Eyebrow Backfire on him? he was sure it'd intimidate the Kids not to vote on him in fear. Hrmmmm oh well. Orsino came back in and noticed The Ancient Prof standing before a few other students. REALLY!?!?!
Wow the kids really are messed up. They'd pie an Old Man, and himself, commonly mistaken to be Half-Giant.
No Mercy, and no Fear.

Taking his spot beside the Old Professor, Kirby gave him a nod. "You too huh?" The Groundskeeper crossed his arms and gave a glare to the three Students in front of them. One last attempt to prevent being pied. He should not have had agreed to this. These weren't even Breakfast Tarts, just old whipped cream pies.

The petite brunette angled her head the other way when the Potions Man told them to get in line. She had half a mind to make a mock salute when she decided she'd like to keep her pie-throwing limbs tense-free. So her arms stayed loosely clasped in front of her.

And oh yes.... a quick sweep of her feet into the eagerly waiting queue.

Now who do they get to pie-eye today aye aye? Oh looky, aint that the Runes Master? And followed by the Keeper of the Grounds. What an interesting selection. With the sweetest grin she waves her fingers at them. Tootles Grandad and Mountain Troll.

Bunz was next in line and she shuffled into the dungeons looking nothing short of sorry for herself. Really though, it was the kids about to pie her that should feel sorry. Didn't they REALIZE the mountain of trouble they were about to cause for themselves? Not to mention the HEAPS of time she was going to have to spend washing out her hair and cleansing her pores after this madness.

She came to a shuffle-stop beside the Groundskeeper, and folded her hands loosely behind her back. Annie gave a small sniffle whilst looking in Cossy's direction, then a somber, pleading 'please avoid my pretty face' look to HEAD GIRL Ella. The firstie or whatever Gryffindor, the little golden badger, the brunette, mischievous-looking Ravenclaw, and the old but apparently not wise Slytherin each received puppy-dog faces of begging as well.

Really, though, children, whyyyyyyy had they picked on herrrrrrrr? *lib wibble*

Scooting into the general area, Sophie was alarmed that Culloden of all people seemed to be running the event. So that WAS why he hadn't been on the ballot, eh? He had to be the leader? But he... didn't seem happy about it, she noted, shimming over more toward the man. He had a job to do, but he wouldn't mind if Sophie was next to him, right? As his protege and stuff?

...Well, she was already there, posed right by his side, so hopefully he wasn't going to shoo her away.

The second year wasn't going to lie - she was quite pleased that Bunz was a chosen one, since she had voted for her. It was almost funny that the Groundskeeper was there, too, because the guy was so big and scary and intimidating and she didn't know him so she didn't have any sort of emotional attachment to the guy. So she didn't care if he was a chosen one and thought it would be funny to see someone so masculine and tough being made a fool of.

But Botros was there.

Botros. The kindest, sweetest, most gentle old man Sophie had ever met. The grandfather figure to all.

Her posture slumping and her expression falling with immense concern, Sophie gently nudged the Potions Master and whispered in the quietest, most heartbroken voice, "If I slip you a few galleons, can we get Professor Botros out of this? Pretend the votes were miscounted? Set him free from this?" Of all the adults lining up, if she could help one of them, she wanted it to be the Runes professor. "Please? This is awful." What made it worse was that Botros almost looked HAPPY to be there. How could he be? The second year looked on at him with the utmost sadness and remorse. If Culloden wasn't going to let her save the old man, she was going to leave. She wasn't going to stick around and watch. Poor guy.

Ella wasn't going to pie Botros. That wasn't happening, okay? Even if he'd agreed to this and thought it was fun and all, she just couldn't. It felt so wrong to her that he was up there. You aren't a target, Professor B. Not unless your the target of hugs and like, letters of adoration. That's just the way it was.

As for the pleading looks she was getting from the headmistress, Ella nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. She wouldn't mess up her face if she could help it. Pinky promise and all. And so far, none of the people up here were ones she'd voted for. Figured.

Was that Soph? Max's cousin, Soph. Not her Soph. Or Slytherin Soph. Merlin, there were a lot of Sophies. Anyway, Ella gave the younger Ravenclaw a small smile and a curious look, wondering what she was whispering to Culloden. The Potions Professor seemed to be in a less than friendly mood so the blonde just hoped the little brunette wouldn't be on the recieving end of an angry Professor.

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Like he was. He waved at the Potions master then.

Okay, standing up straight over here, he waited for the rest of the 'chosen' staffers to join him.

...

......

Maybe he didn't know what 'pieing' meant? Maybe he thought it was EATING pies like it probably meant in his era? Because--surely--why else could he be smiling? It didn't make sense. It was completely senseless. Cosgrach just STARED at the man with mouth agape, and didn't even bother to return the smile or wave. Should he... explain him what exactly it meant? No one would hold it against him, y'know. The younger man seriously considered it for a moment--urging him to get out of there before it happened--but he was distracted by...

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"I'm here." Don't forget about her. Hannah was ready to throw some pies. She only hoped her arm would cooperate.

...'I'm here'.

A cheerful one, that was.

Cosgrach said "Oh well done," to her, frowned, then turned his attention away. At least she knew to get in the line. Clever. For that, she wasn't reprimanded more, but the scorning eyes turned at...

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Taking his spot beside the Old Professor, Kirby gave him a nod. "You too huh?" The Groundskeeper crossed his arms and gave a glare to the three Students in front of them. One last attempt to prevent being pied. He should not have had agreed to this. These weren't even Breakfast Tarts, just old whipped cream pies.

...the groundskeeper, who, very rudely, ignored him. At least he didn't ignore the students but rather glared at them. Cosgrach wasn't going to do more than just a nod towards his direction, since he was the older man here that should be shown more respect.

Yeah, he was pretty grumpy. Don't mind him.

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She came to a shuffle-stop beside the Groundskeeper, and folded her hands loosely behind her back. Annie gave a small sniffle whilst looking in Cossy's direction, then a somber, pleading 'please avoid my pretty face' look to HEAD GIRL Ella. The firstie or whatever Gryffindor, the little golden badger, the brunette, mischievous-looking Ravenclaw, and the old but apparently not wise Slytherin each received puppy-dog faces of begging as well.

Then came the guest of honour, the always-breath-taking Annie.

To be pied.

That wasn't going to take breath at all.

Cosgrach wanted to give her a piece of his mind too. No, he wanted to give her TWO minds. As MANY as it would take her to understand such cute faces wouldn't save her from the tongue of Aparecium or the kids, and now she was going to live with the shame. That Gryffindor boy, for example--Cosgrach BET his year's salary that he would tell everyone he got to PIE The Headmistress of Hogwarts. He could get Botros to some extend, but Annie--WHEN and HOW had she turned into such a--a--soft person? Was it that husband--

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Scooting into the general area, Sophie was alarmed that Culloden of all people seemed to be running the event. So that WAS why he hadn't been on the ballot, eh? He had to be the leader? But he... didn't seem happy about it, she noted, shimming over more toward the man. He had a job to do, but he wouldn't mind if Sophie was next to him, right? As his protege and stuff?

...Well, she was already there, posed right by his side, so hopefully he wasn't going to shoo her away.

The second year wasn't going to lie - she was quite pleased that Bunz was a chosen one, since she had voted for her. It was almost funny that the Groundskeeper was there, too, because the guy was so big and scary and intimidating and she didn't know him so she didn't have any sort of emotional attachment to the guy. So she didn't care if he was a chosen one and thought it would be funny to see someone so masculine and tough being made a fool of.

But Botros was there.

Botros. The kindest, sweetest, most gentle old man Sophie had ever met. The grandfather figure to all.

Her posture slumping and her expression falling with immense concern, Sophie gently nudged the Potions Master and whispered in the quietest, most heartbroken voice, "If I slip you a few galleons, can we get Professor Botros out of this? Pretend the votes were miscounted? Set him free from this?" Of all the adults lining up, if she could help one of them, she wanted it to be the Runes professor. "Please? This is awful." What made it worse was that Botros almost looked HAPPY to be there. How could he be? The second year looked on at him with the utmost sadness and remorse. If Culloden wasn't going to let her save the old man, she was going to leave. She wasn't going to stick around and watch. Poor guy.

Cosgrach didn't mind Sophie's presence at all. If anything, he seemed somewhat relieved, because he was SURE she would somehow calm him down, especially if he tried to save Botros or Annie. He didn't care too much about the rest of the to-be-pied people, but those two were just... WRONG.

He didn't--couldn't--smile at her, but he did squeeze her shoulder a little to acknowledge her. He hoped she saw he was too stressed to communicate much, though, and his eyes were restlessly by the door. Where were the rest of the professors? He was so concentrated on the door that he jumped slightly in shock when she nudged him, but bent down slightly towards her to hear the whisper better. He noted the voice and was pleased to see that she cared, but looked at her angrily. His anger wasn't towards her, though. It was towards the universe.

"It is," he said in distress. It WAS terrible! "But I'm afraid not. He, himself, consented to it. He probably thinks it's eating a pie." Which made it even more awful. His forehead was fully creased in worry now.

"Maybe you should not watch it." Keep her respect for them and all.

Oh how clever. They randomly picked a student from each house. Michael grinned over at to the other pie throwers, purposely ignoring the look the Potions Professor was giving him.

And then the Professors began to arrive and he narrowed his eyes slightly. These were all the Professors he did NOT want to throw a pie at. Really? How could anyone want to throw a pie at the old guy? And the groundskeeper looked as though he could crush you just by looking at you.

He had a feeling the Headmistress would be here and the look she was wearing made him slightly uncomfortable. Where was Romanos? That's who he had voted for and that's who he wanted to pie.

"Hey Headmistress Truebridge. If you give Gryffindor five thousand points then I'll make sure you're spared from getting a pie in the face." He was the only guy here, he was sure he could take these girls.

Sophia could not belieeeeve that she got dragged into this. All in the name of...well she wasn't even sure. All in the name of academics. Yes she would just pretend like this was going towards something important, so she wouldn't feel like an absolute fool.

Pied in the face... Ugh she met those students would just wet themselves with excitement.

Sophia stood next to Bunz and waited...anxiously and impatiently. She couldn't promise not casting a shield charm out of sheer reflexes if a pie came to her face...just saying.

Her expression softened a little at the squeeze on her shoulder, then Sophie turned to offer the Potions Master a remorseful frown. Her previous excitement over the Headmistress being chosen was completely wiped away because of Botros being there. THAT was no fun.

Who in their right mind had even voted for him? Were they CRAZY? Or did they think it was a popularity contest? Or did they put him as a joke and they didn't really think he'd get enough votes? Or did they, too, think the man was going to get to just EAT the pie?

So sad. "I'm glad you're not over there," Sophie told him lightly, as if they at least had something to be thankful for in this moment. If he had been on the ballot and gotten chosen, Sophie would already be standing in front of him to defend his honor. There was no way she'd let that happen. It was probably her unspoken duty as his protege anyway.

...Could she do the same for Botros? "Should I go tell him what's going to happen? Or d'you think it'd hurt his pride if I went in front of him? Like a shield?" It was a pathetic-sounding question, but her gaze was locked on the Runes professor and she couldn't stop frowning at him. "'cause he looks kind of... ready, and happy to be there, and I don't want him to get blindsided." She didn't understand it, if he DID know what was going to happen, but maybe Culloden did and could give her some insight on whether or not she could go defend the old man.

If he advised against it, yep. She was leaving like a total party pooper.

This was NOT how Cece wanted to spend her night. She had NOT volunteered to have anything thrown at her, let alone nasty, disgusting, rotting FOOD! She quite specifically remembered telling Bunz she did NOT want to be on that ballot, yet here she was, lining up to let these little heathens throw food at her.

Reluctantly following along, she stood in line slightly behind next to Sophia. She then GLARED out at the students standing there waiting to throw that rot her way. If any of them valued their health, they would NOT be throwing anything at her. They would ALL aim for that red headed leader of theirs that thought this was such a great idea.

Yeah Bunz. We're talking about you.

Annie was doing her best to drag up the crocodile tears now. Maybe if she looked sad and heartbroken and pathetic, instead of defiant like the others, no one would hit her in the face with a pie? It was worth a try. Look, her mournful expressions were working on Cossy and Ella.

Surely Erin's niece wasn't there to pie her too? SAY IT AIN'T SOOOO!

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"Hey Headmistress Truebridge. If you give Gryffindor five thousand points then I'll make sure you're spared from getting a pie in the face." He was the only guy here, he was sure he could take these girls.

The redhead audibly sniffled when she was addressed by the baby Gryffindor. He just looked so young, she couldn't help it.

"Fff-five THOUSAND points?" the Headmistress repeated the boy with hoarse astonishment. "Bbbut that would bbreak the house pppoints counter!" Did she sound sniffly enough? "What about 500 i-i-instead?"

Just to be sure she was really selling the pathetic!Headmistress routine, Annie leaned into Kirby and wiped her nose on his sleeve. That was the highest part of him that she could reach, anyway.

Hiccup! Take pity on mee, see, woeee is meeeeee I'm too beautiful to be pied!

It was totally working. Cosgrach would probably throw himself in front of any pies aimed in her direction any minute now.... once he started this thing.

So... only a few good men brave enough to face the pie-eye? Huxley turned when the Headmistress joined them, initially thinking she was there to observe the proceedings. And then suddenly, she stood right beside the Mountain Troll Groundskeeper.

Whoah what what? Headmistress is part of the line up?

Dark eyes blinked in delighted disbelief. Of course there was more of that happening when Tillstorm and Bellaire with their precious sour puss mugs joined the line up too. Wasnt this a Halloween event? Looked more like it was Christmas morning.

Sycophantic whisperings echoing around certainly didnt distract her keen hearing of the Gryffindor boy's offer to the Headmistress. "Five thousand points? Thats your price tag?" Yeah trying not to chuckle!snort here. But as her gaze shifted back to the meek and damsel-y Truebridge a cheshire grin teased across her face.

Weak old man... Weepy little ginger....suddenly the selection got even more delectable "Do we get to choose?" Oh yeah she is now figuratively licking her chops.

Oh look, the Healer and the Transfig Professor was here too. Michael looked up and down the line of Professors trying to decide which one he wanted to throw a pie at. Which one would give him the least amount of trouble?

His gaze went to the Headmistress when she spoke and he gave her a slightly disbelieving look. Really? She was the Headmistress, surely she could do whatever she wanted. Five hundred though would still put Gryffindor in first place. "Five hundred it is then."

Don't go back on your word Bunz or you'll find flobberworms in your next meal.

Michael's gaze went to the Ravenclaw that was laughing and he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a LOOK. "You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first." What kind of Ravenclaw was she?

"But then trying to get Ravenclaw into first place would definitely require a lot more than five thousand points."