Dora half grinned at West. Of coooooourse he liked it when she shared. They all did cause she had the best stuff to share. She would have said how she liked what they shared too, but there were fingers in her face again. The sixth year swatted the hand away. "I can't help that you've been sharing longer. And one day, Olivia. You're gonna loose those fingers if they keep coming near my face." Uh huh. That was going to happen. Biting.

"....... I know, but still." She sat up and reached around West with both arms, temporarily giving up her so-called hiding so she could give him a squishy hug. Because he was trying to make her feel better about this, and it was appreciated. Even if she was being a bit unhelpful about it.

Lux beamed as she hugged Addi. She was so happy that her friend was not leaving this year, because she really liked Addi and didn't want her to go like some of her other friends were. Only one term left and she would be gone... And then the one after that, Bay would be too.

Lux did not like thinking about that, so she decided to focus on summer. "I am really excited! I have so many plans for the holidays. What about you?" Addi was sure to be doing loads of fun things then!

He was glad for Olly and Dora being either side of him because West wasn't feeling particularly wanted by his housemates. Even the ones that were his mates. And teammates. Who probably weren't so fond of him being their captain anymore.

He got it. It was fine. Alice had arrived anyway so he'd just go over there.



He blinked a bit and tried to focus when Olly reached over him to prod at Dora but otherwise didn't think anything of it. Generally he was glad that they'd somehow gotten to be friends.

And then he got a Dora hug. With good timing because there was an Alice just arrived.

"Okay. Gryffindor table time. There are some really pretty girls over there you know." Yes they both knew right? He was including Schuyler in this for Olly reasons. Schuyler was a good reason for Olly to head over there too yeah?

And he gave Dora looks. "No kicking up a fuss or I'll make a scene and make you look bad. I'm dragging you whether you like it or not."

West stood up. Noted the headmistress standing too... like she was about to give the speech but then forgot about it. Senile or something? Too bad. He missed the hot not senile headmistress.

But anyway, back to tugging, one hand tugging on Olly's hand and the other on Dora's. Up! Get up! They had girlfriends to see!

Dora did see an Alice arrive, because even though she was hiding poorly, she was still looking for her best friend. But hiding wasn't hiding if you went over to where the person you were hiding from was sitting. It just didn't work that way. Did it? Nah. Nope.

West clearly did not understand this concept, however.

She made a face and stuck out her tongue. Because mature. "'m not kicking up a fuss." He wasn't really giving her the chance to. But that didn't mean she was going to rush up to her feet. No, Dora was taking her sweet tiiiime.

Not like they didn't have all night or anything.

She was going to lose her fingers? Oh really? Olly smirked at the other girl while leaning back - and away - from her again. "We'll see about that." The name-calling - literally - earned Dora a small glare. That was it though. They did have a pact and she'd just sort of broken it. Even though she hadn't technically poked Dora's face or anything.

Still, she was in no mood to have an argument right now.

Plus West was talking about pretty girls at the Gryffindor table. Olly looked back over to the table in question, nodding slowly. Ah, yes, Alice had finally arrived. Yes she WAS sort of pretty...in her own way. Of course faaaaar from coming anywhere close to Schuyler but she did see the appeal. Sort of. Mhm.

OH WAIT, that meant they were moving. Olly immediately got up upon feeling West tug on her hand and then just stood there watching Dora play for time. Really? She blinked a couple of times and managed to focus again. Even though she had things to say about this, she didn't but instead just waited by West's side for the Prefect to finally get ready to walk over to where Alice was sitting.

She glanced over to the seventh year for a moment, wondering if she was watching or not. Hi Alice!

Derry managed a smile at Addi. There, wasn't so hard, was it Ferrier? "Oh, and I think the kittens were sat in your trunk when I left the dorm so don't pack them in." They seemed to have a tendency to burrow, lately. Which was strange, but then they were kittens... kittens were strange anyway.

Derry took a look around the table, loosening her school tie just for something to do, when she noticed West...

... aaaand he was basically surrounded.

In fact, he was leaving the table. Jeez, was she ever going to get a chance to talk to him? She half stood up to stop him but... well... she didn't want people to really watch the conversation anyway, and being stood up in the middle of the great hall wasn't exactly inconspicuous, so she sat down again, elbows on the table, and rested her head on her hand. She wasn't even hungry, could they just go home?

Well they DIDNT have all night actually. The feast part would start soon. After the speech. And yeah. It was already going quick, so West eagerly tugged both girls over to the Gryffindor table, obviously not taking no for an answer mhmm.

Stopping at the first open seat that was closest to the staff table, Healer Tillstorm sat sassy pants Mordaunt down. "This is where you will sit for the remainder of the feast Mr. Mordaunt." Finally letting go of his ear she pulled out her wand and placed a sticking charm on his bum. Just in case he thought he was going to get up and wander around some more, which now he couldn't.

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Stopping at the first open seat that was closest to the staff table, Healer Tillstorm sat sassy pants Mordaunt down. "This is where you will sit for the remainder of the feast Mr. Mordaunt." Finally letting go of his ear she pulled out her wand and placed a sticking charm on his bum. Just in case he thought he was going to get up and wander around some more, which now he couldn't.

With one shoe gone, Airey unceremoniously collapsed into the seat before him and began rubbing his ear like some wild beast licking their open wound. "I supposed I should be grateful that you didn't damage my suit after all that," he grumbled as be began inspecting all the seams and hemlines just to be sure.

But then she did the UNTHINKABLE.

HIS SUIT WAS STUCK TO THE BENCH. HIS SUIT. STUCK TO. BENCH. STUCK. ENCHANTED. SUIT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

"MY SUIT!"he bellowed. Frantically he began searching his enchanted breast pocket for his wand. He HAD put that in here, right? This was an emergency. HIS POOR SUIT!

What the heck was going on?? Just as Caleb had noticed that Cutty was at the staff table, he saw that Cutty was also at the SLYTHERIN table - two Cutty's?! This was like a nightmare. Caleb wordlessly watched as their Head of House brought the Cutty from the staff table to sit with them - did she not see the other Cutty there?!

Maybe her eyesight was going like his was...

Just as he was about to speak up in Cutty's defense (oh Merlin this really WAS a nightmare) he noticed that two people had entered the Great Hall. Two people who were very VERY familiar looking...

IT WAS THE HEALERS!

What was in those buckets they were carrying? CALEB WAS CURIOUS! He sat up straight and STARED right at the healers and the staff table, holding his breath and waiting for what he hoped they would announce - that this terrible disease had been beaten and it was all over!

Christmas walked up to the slytherin table and sighed at least she had made an apperance at every house table but she knew very few slytherins and now she was leaving she had been wishing she had got to know more of them

...and where was the reply from Cutty v.2? Because there was obviously a v.1 up at the staff table. Sophie had been chatting away with Pilliwickle, but she'd been almost sure Cutty would have a sarcastic remark or two to squeeze in.

She chanced a look in his direction, and Merlin was she grateful to fate than she'd turned to look at that exact moment.

BWAH HAHAHAHAHA!



"Caleb," she half-hissed. "Look!" She was gesturing toward Cutty, who was being dragged down the table, but Caleb was busy looking somewhere else. "Ca--..."

Pause.

"Ohh, is that those Healers? I heard it from someone who heard it from someone else that they've been frequenting the castle," she said, watching the staff table with wide-open eyes. "I wonder if they've found something..." Like, a cure maybe?

His suit? He was worried about his suit? Since when did Cutty Mordaunt care about things such as a suit?

"Oh stop your whining. There's nothing wrong with your suit." Yet. "Just sit there and behave yourself for the rest of the feast. I'll be back to get you once it's over." So he could serve that detention. "And don't even think about trying to get up. Only I can unstick you from that spot." That's right. He was stuck there until she seen fit to let him up. "I will be watching you."

Seeing that the St. Mungo's healers were at the staff table, Cece left the Slytherin table to go back to her seat. She really wanted to see if those other healers actually figured anything out.

Ascanius looked wrung out. Even for his pretty face. It'd been a rough couple of days, what with finals and sorting out what he was doing for the summer. Luckily, he had a place to sleep, nothing fancy, but now he didn't have to stress about that. No floor sleeping for him, yeah?

Trudging into the Great Hall, not looking his best BUT it was still better then the average person 'cause he had a nice face, yeah?, he slid into an open seat. Jeez, was it terrible that he wanted to just load the train and get on with it. Very sad that people were graduating, blah, blah.

Honestly, the people that were graduating that he wanted to see....he would. There was nothing to stress about. It wasn't like life ended after school.

But life might end if he didn't get any sleep soon.

Leaving the Staff dais Andrew steered his steps towards the green robed table sitting under the serpent banner. Taking care not to spill his buckets Andrew narrowed in on a familiar boy among all the other students. Wasn't that the boy he had disappointed in the Hospital Wing?

Shaking his head he walked up and sat down the bucket on the table beside the boy before he gave him a small wink. "We found a cure." Letting his eyes drift over the snakes he raised his voice to be heard all over the length of the table. "Hello everyone! I'm Healer Wombley from St Mungos. We've finally found a cure against your aging disease." Beam.

Gesturing to the steaming bucket he continued. "The bucket holds the steaming cure potion. Everyone should drink a full goblet of it for best effect. I highly advise you all to mix the potion with pumpkin juice or another beverage of your choice. It smells and tastes terribly unfortunately." No remedy that Andy could think of at the top of his head was pleasant.

Grabbing for the boy's goblet (Caleb) he said demonstrating. "What you do is that you take the ladle inside the bucket, scoop up a generous amount of the potion and pour it carefully into your goblet, mix it with a beverage and then you drink it up!"

Instructions given Andrew left the table to go to the Ravenclaws.

When the healer announced that they'd found a cure, Caleb started grinning from ear to ear. Just what he had been hoping for!! They'd meet their parents at the train station and be their normal, YOUNG selves again! He had been watching with interest as Truebridge and the rest of the dying professors took their drinks and immediately started to look better. Oh, hopefully he'd be back to his normal self by the end of the feast!

He watched as the healer took his goblet and poured the potion in. He grinned and took it back but didn't have time to thank him before he had wandered off to the Ravenclaws. Well at least the healer had measured it out for him! Now it was time to mix it...

He took some pumpkin juice and swirled it in there, and then without giving it another thought, he grabbed it and chugged it in one long gulp. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! That was DISGUSTING! It had been just as gross as he'd warned them it would be, and Caleb immediately grabbed another goblet of pumpkin juice to wash it down with. He burped softly, the nasty taste coming back up to make him gag once more. Gross. BUT totally worth it if this worked...

Caleb started to feel at his face. Sure enough, just a few moments later, the wrinkles started to tighten, and the stubble on his face started to vanish. He had kind of hoped that bit would stick, cause of puberty and stuff, but if that meant this awful disease was being cured, so be it!

Stuff was happening. Yes..., yes, it was. Sophie could tell that something important was going on the moment she saw the Healers making their way to the staff table. She saw them handing a potion to the Headmistress, and at one point, Sophie considered tackling one of them and taking the next vial for herself.

She didn't get past the thought process of that plan, because one of the Healers was making their way to the Slytherin table at that very moment. She rushed toward him, and even though her brother got there first, Sophie was a proud second place.

Pumpkin juice. She needed pumpkin juice. There was some at the table, right? She grabbed for a goblet, and sure enough, the juice was already present. Sophie listened to the directions then followed them perfectly. Pretty soon, she had a goblet full of the cure.

Was it nasty? Who cared?! If youth could come back to her, she didn't care WHAT this stuff tasted like. She tilted her head back and gulped it down. EWWWWWWWWWW. Okay, yes, she did care what it tasted like. It was awful. Awful, but...hopefully it worked. "CALEB!" she called out. "How do I look?!"

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His suit? He was worried about his suit? Since when did Cutty Mordaunt care about things such as a suit?

"Oh stop your whining. There's nothing wrong with your suit." Yet. "Just sit there and behave yourself for the rest of the feast. I'll be back to get you once it's over." So he could serve that detention. "And don't even think about trying to get up. Only I can unstick you from that spot." That's right. He was stuck there until she seen fit to let him up. "I will be watching you."

Seeing that the St. Mungo's healers were at the staff table, Cece left the Slytherin table to go back to her seat. She really wanted to see if those other healers actually figured anything out.

Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Cece, he wasn't some 11-year-old. He knew how to remove Sticking Charms. He was actually GOOD at Charms and even had a degree in Experimental Charms. But he was also VERY concerned for his suit, and that was the sole reason he decided to actually listen to the Healer and not attempt to remove the charm. JUST in case she had somehow laced some other enchantment in with her Sticking Charm. Couldn't be too careful. His suits were his babies.

Instead he folded his arms and huffed as he tried to slouch in his seat. Only he couldn't. Why? BECAUSE HIS BUM WAS STUCK TO THE BENCH.

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Leaving the Staff dais Andrew steered his steps towards the green robed table sitting under the serpent banner. Taking care not to spill his buckets Andrew narrowed in on a familiar boy among all the other students. Wasn't that the boy he had disappointed in the Hospital Wing?

Shaking his head he walked up and sat down the bucket on the table beside the boy before he gave him a small wink. "We found a cure." Letting his eyes drift over the snakes he raised his voice to be heard all over the length of the table. "Hello everyone! I'm Healer Wombley from St Mungos. We've finally found a cure against your aging disease." Beam.

Gesturing to the steaming bucket he continued. "The bucket holds the steaming cure potion. Everyone should drink a full goblet of it for best effect. I highly advise you all to mix the potion with pumpkin juice or another beverage of your choice. It smells and tastes terribly unfortunately." No remedy that Andy could think of at the top of his head was pleasant.

Grabbing for the boy's goblet (Caleb) he said demonstrating. "What you do is that you take the ladle inside the bucket, scoop up a generous amount of the potion and pour it carefully into your goblet, mix it with a beverage and then you drink it up!"

Instructions given Andrew left the table to go to the Ravenclaws.

Grumbling to himself and muttering under his breath, the astronomer was seriously starting to consider wiggling out of his trousers to break free of his enchanted imprisonment. Especially when he saw the REAL Mr. Mordaunt just a little ways down the table. The thought of everyone seeing his Star Trek boxers - the ones with little Vulcan salutes all over - was enough to keep him seated, however.

Until the bucket of cure appeared that is. NOW he really had incentive to wiggle free.

Buckets be hauled around was a little...primitive, however. For something as delicate and vital as a cure to be carried around in such a manner that anything - dust, thrown food, student drool, fingers, just to name a few - could contaminate it was very unsettling and made him seriously consider the methods used by St Mungo's.

No wonder Old Man River's medicine had gotten all...ridiculous. LOOK AT THEIR METHODOLOGY!

Still, he wanted his thirty-something body back...so he would try and look past the whole...contamination issue and take it. Straight. After having polyjuice potion he couldn't imagine anything else tasting so horrible.

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaching for the ladle just as the Headmistress was giving her speech, he ladled some of it into his goblet and raised it to those around him while being totally unawares that his face was already starting to look as though it was melting due to the polyjuice potion wearing off. "Bottoms up!"

And then he took a sip, drinking the entire contents of his goblet in one go. He was wrong. There were things that COULD taste just as bad as polyjuice potion, not worse though. He was pretty sure that this did not taste worst. The astronomer's face continued to look as though it were melting, but not in a bad muggle horror movie sort of way. While his features melted and contorted, his figure began to shoot up like a rocket which in turned made him feel an awful case of vertigo. Looking green in the face, he felt as though he were about to throw up the very cure he had just ingested.

Black hair fading to blonde, the Astronomy professor's true form finally made its appearance as the polyjuice potion wore off and the cure took its effect. Blue eyes shifting back to the staff table where Cece had gone. WHO LOOKED THE FOOL NOW, HUH?! He HAD been telling the truth! SEE?

SEE?!

Actually, no, he looked the fool. He was the one with the Sticking Charm to his bum. At least his suit fit properly now.

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Stuff was happening. Yes..., yes, it was. Sophie could tell that something important was going on the moment she saw the Healers making their way to the staff table. She saw them handing a potion to the Headmistress, and at one point, Sophie considered tackling one of them and taking the next vial for herself.

She didn't get past the thought process of that plan, because one of the Healers was making their way to the Slytherin table at that very moment. She rushed toward him, and even though her brother got there first, Sophie was a proud second place.

Pumpkin juice. She needed pumpkin juice. There was some at the table, right? She grabbed for a goblet, and sure enough, the juice was already present. Sophie listened to the directions then followed them perfectly. Pretty soon, she had a goblet full of the cure.

Was it nasty? Who cared?! If youth could come back to her, she didn't care WHAT this stuff tasted like. She tilted her head back and gulped it down. EWWWWWWWWWW. Okay, yes, she did care what it tasted like. It was awful. Awful, but...hopefully it worked. "CALEB!" she called out. "How do I look?!"

"Your hair is turning brown again!" Caleb said with excitement. He reached up and tried to feel if his hair had gotten it's youth and luster back yet, but it was obviously too hard to figure out. "What about me? How do I look?" he asked in excitement.

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Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Cece, he wasn't some 11-year-old. He knew how to remove Sticking Charms. He was actually GOOD at Charms and even had a degree in Experimental Charms. But he was also VERY concerned for his suit, and that was the sole reason he decided to actually listen to the Healer and not attempt to remove the charm. JUST in case she had somehow laced some other enchantment in with her Sticking Charm. Couldn't be too careful. His suits were his babies.

Instead he folded his arms and huffed as he tried to slouch in his seat. Only he couldn't. Why? BECAUSE HIS BUM WAS STUCK TO THE BENCH.


Grumbling to himself and muttering under his breath, the astronomer was seriously starting to consider wiggling out of his trousers to break free of his enchanted imprisonment. Especially when he saw the REAL Mr. Mordaunt just a little ways down the table. The thought of everyone seeing his Star Trek boxers - the ones with little Vulcan salutes all over - was enough to keep him seated, however.

Until the bucket of cure appeared that is. NOW he really had incentive to wiggle free.

Buckets be hauled around was a little...primitive, however. For something as delicate and vital as a cure to be carried around in such a manner that anything - dust, thrown food, student drool, fingers, just to name a few - could contaminate it was very unsettling and made him seriously consider the methods used by St Mungo's.

No wonder Old Man River's medicine had gotten all...ridiculous. LOOK AT THEIR METHODOLOGY!

Still, he wanted his thirty-something body back...so he would try and look past the whole...contamination issue and take it. Straight. After having polyjuice potion he couldn't imagine anything else tasting so horrible.

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaching for the ladle just as the Headmistress was giving her speech, he ladled some of it into his goblet and raised it to those around him while being totally unawares that his face was already starting to look as though it was melting due to the polyjuice potion wearing off. "Bottoms up!"

And then he took a sip, drinking the entire contents of his goblet in one go. He was wrong. There were things that COULD taste just as bad as polyjuice potion, not worse though. He was pretty sure that this did not taste worst. The astronomer's face continued to look as though it were melting, but not in a bad muggle horror movie sort of way. While his features melted and contorted, his figure began to shoot up like a rocket which in turned made him feel an awful case of vertigo. Looking green in the face, he felt as though he were about to throw up the very cure he had just ingested.

Black hair fading to blonde, the Astronomy professor's true form finally made its appearance as the polyjuice potion wore off and the cure took its effect. Blue eyes shifting back to the staff table where Cece had gone. WHO LOOKED THE FOOL NOW, HUH?! He HAD been telling the truth! SEE?

SEE?!

Actually, no, he looked the fool. He was the one with the Sticking Charm to his bum. At least his suit fit properly now.

Caleb had been so focused on the cure that he had totally forgotten about the two Cuttys at the table. There were more pressing matters at hand! But then one of the Cutty's took the potion, and instead of turning young, he turned into...Flamsteed?

OOOOOOOOH. It was starting to make sense now...WHY Flamsteed had been disguised as Cutty was beyond him, maybe he should ask...no, he didn't care enough. But he did smile at him.

"Oh. Hi Professor!" he said.

She thought she'd never get here, and with her old bones on the edge of becoming dust, it felt as if she'd walked a thousand miles to get to the cure. Grabbing a goblet with pumpkin juice - at this point she didn't care who it belonged to, it was hers now - she filled it with the potion. Bev wrinkled her nose when she sniffed it.

Good thing she wasn't the queasy type, huh?

Pinching her nose, Beverly downed the contents in the goblet. UGH. UGH. Even plugging her nose didn't help. After she'd downed the cure a foul taste was left in her mouth. It was worse than her grandmother's cough potion. UGH.

BUT...she felt DIFFERENT. She felt...lighter...as if her bones didn't weigh a ton. Oh. This was great. Really, really GREAT. She was going to live and look like herself again and when she gets home she'll ride her horse Midnight for hours upon HOURS and be free.

UGH. She's missed her old self. INNER SELF HUG.

Oh my days. There was a cure! Grace needed some of that now! She wasn't even 12 yet, but she felt like she was a 111 or something. So please bring us down some cure thank you very much. They were much more important that the Professors. Ahh. Here it was. Grace sat and just watched first. Watching Caleb and Sophie turn back into their own age. She was just making sure that the potion didn't actually do anything nasty to her before she drank it. She didn't need anything else happening right now. This was bad enough.

After making sure that they were indeed okay, she found herself some pumpkin juice and added the cure to it. She wasn't looking forward to this, but with a frown, she quickly gulped it down. "Urgghh." That was not nice. She put her goblet down and quickly looked to see if it had worked. Had it? Had it? Well... her hands were going less wrinkly. Yaay.

She turned around to go back to her seat when she saw that a Professor was there. "Er... Hello Professor." Had he always been there? Or like... was her eye sight reaaaalllly bad when she'd been old.

"Twin brother? No, no, you're thinking of Sophie Newell." Cause she was the only one at Hogwarts right now with a twin brother than he was aware. Maybe there were others, but then their twin didn't go to Hogwarts.

The Healer called Wombley had shown up again and he was bearing buckets 'o cure. Cutty watched and listened to him give his instructions. One full goblet. Mix it with pumpkin juice. Cutty ladled the liquid into a goblet and floated a little pumpkin juice on top of it (seeing everyone else's reaction.) before mixing it with his finger, which was threatening to change. Quickly down the hatch, Cutty poured the liquid and UGH! It tasted like a mixture of sweat and over-brewed tea. Oh! And pumpkin juice also. So like Sweaty, pumpkin juice tannins, basically.



Cutty looked into the reflective surface of his silver water goblet, admiring the changes in them both as he gave it some thought. How did this even happen? Was it him? Airey Flamsteed? Or perhaps the romantic ambiance of his professional, yet makeshift laboratory? The thirteen year old gave a nonchalant shrug and was all, "It was incredibly easy.".

Cutty watched with amusement as darling dear Sophie Newell confused herself. And also went back to her younger self. He kinda liked her better as an old lady. She looked less like someone had animated a doll.




"Oh, hello again, Professor Flamsteed." He said greeting the older Gryffindor with a crooked smile. "Back to your normal and charming self, I see. How nice of you to join us at the Slytherin table." He took a drink from the water goblet and burped with a SCRUD! sound. "So, how did you enjoy being me?"

Patting his chest as if to double check that he was in fact a real boy back to his true self. If the physical evidence wasn't conclusive of his suspicions, then the voices of the students around him surely was. "Yes, erm, hello hello. FINE evening we are having, wouldn't you say?" he muttered as he removed his wand from his breast pocket and gave it a flick and a wave around his buttocks. Yeah, not waiting. Just gonna risk something potentially happening to his suit so he could leave.

His blue eyes fell on a CERTAIN Slytherin. One that was in serious doo doo with the man - woah there, deaging was making him think like a 5-year old. Age whiplash? Hopefully it would all settle down soon. "You, sir, will be reporting to me for detention on the first day of school next term." Seeing as he was obligated by wizarding law, or something, to not keep the boy tomorrow for said detention and make him miss the Hogwarts Express home. "Bring a toothbrush and floss."

SMIIIIIIIIIIIRK.

"Have a pleasant rest of the evening and hip hip hooray for not being old and dying anymore. Cheerio!" he said with a disgruntled hand wave as he left the table.

Yep. Aging whiplash. Had his mind all befuddled.