In between ducking behind the desks because she was not allowing herself to get attacked by this flying food, Layla kept peering out to take a look at the absolute mania that had swept out across the classroom. Her eyes were focused over by the door, an escape from the carnage. She was sure that no one would even care if she left or noticed and she thought she had seen Eden exit earlier anyway. Girl had the right idea only she wasn’t sure how she could get out without looking like she’d been rolling through the kitchens.

Just as she was about to make a dart for it food flew inches away from her face and headed towards the Professor. Eyes narrowed the fifteen-year-old turned to see where exactly it had come from only to see a small boy pretending that he was Peter Pan or something. He got a deep glare and Layla grabbed a load of vegetables from the nearby desk.

“Francesco” she spoke collating the food into a puree that she could target towards him, which she did using her wand straight at the boy and being a hockey and netball player Layla usually had pretty perfect aim. Hoping that she’d of got his attention she hissed through her teeth at him. “Seriously?! Mind where you’re throwing that stuff. You almost hit ME!” And she wouldn’t have been happy if he had. Might’ve aimed for his face instead. “And stop encouragin' him!”.

In fact they should ALL stop encouraging him because this was getting ridiculous! This wasn’t a lesson this was complete and utter stupidity!

Grow up.

Norah looked up from the lettuce she had summoned when she heard Hooksteed's shouting above the rest of the noise. MERLIN, he was a loud one. She eyed him, taking note of the mush coating his clothes. Waaaaait. They could hit Captain Meanypants too? The second year pointed her wand at the lettuce and said "Francesco". Turning to face him again, Norah took amount to position herself at the perfect angle to hit him right in the back before he would notice. Lunging forward, she launched the lettuce puree at him and watched at it smacked him right in the center of his back. "THAT'S for yelling at Marigold!" That's right, Hooksteed. Nobody got away with that.

Yeah. Marigold was just kinda standing still and trying to avoid getting hit, though she really appreciated Norah's gesture. She went over and ruffled the girl's hair, then grabbed another food and turned it to mush with a "Francesco." But she held it, just in case Hooksteed came her way, so she had ammunition.

Peter was still laughing and now had some older kid mad at him. Why was she still here if she did not enjoy a fun food fight. Peter just started laughing at her now too, as she got more mad and with an amusing accent started blaming him. For what almost hitting her. He could hit her with this stuff if she wanted. It would be fun.

Though before he even stopped laughing. She hit him in the face with the stuff he threw at Hook. He just started laughing. This was funny. Though he would have to try and hit her in retaliation.

It was only fair.

Peter had one last piece of food and this was the perfect time to use it. He already got Hook. “Francesco......Dodge this Lady"

Peter threw it at her.

She had to hit somebody. It wouldn't be a food fight without Ophelia actually throwing food. But that required a wand, which the first year did not have right now. Where was it? In the middle of the room, where she dropped it when the fight began. Perfect. This was going to suck. Having to go in the middle of the war to find her stupid wand and be able to do literally anything in this stupid food fight.

But she needed a plan. Just going out there would be like a death sentence for her actual clean body. Well sort of clean. Stupid watermelon. Putting her head in her hands, the Ravenclaw began thinking. She would obviously have to crawl into the center of the room, but there was the whole issue of where she would look and how she would hide herself when the first year got there. Hiding from all of the screaming kids and the strange professor was required, by the way, as this would hopefully allow her to not get hit again. Which was important.

Taking off her cloak and being thankful she still had the underclothes underneath, Ophelia wrapped it around her head like she was shielding herself from the rain.

And after this was complete and her rain shield was protecting her small body, Ophelia began her journey. This had to be something strange to see. A pale eleven year old crawling across the floor to find her wand.

Get... that girl? Red really didn't want to fight, but she wanted her axe. She wanted to be safe. She wanted to be allowed to leave with her basket that was absolutely BURSTING with food. Bursting, really.

But those were her choices - help the Captain or lose out on her axe.

So that's why she was crawling the few feet that separated her from her new foe, and wrapping her arms and legs around one of the girl's legs. She was like lichen on a tree, yeah? Very red lichen.

"Hullo," she glanced up at the girl, but no waving. Her hands were busy holding on. "Sometimes you have to be the wolf to destroy the wolf, miss."

Toby skidded to a halt in front of the open """""boo box""""" and span around. Yep. YEP. THAT MAN WAS FAST. THIS WAS TERRIFYING. TOBY DIDN'T WANT TO BE SPEARED BY THAT SHINY HOOK.

He was incredibly fast for... how old was Airey again? Probably not that old, but like... weighed down with all that pirate grab... it was just... terrifyingly surprising, okay? But it worked for Toby if he was too fast to stop himself crashing into walls...

There was no time to really DO anything else. Airey/Hook/Whatever was RIGHT THERE. Just before he came within arm's reach, Toby DODGED out of the way allowing the man to crash into his own boo box, SLAMMED the door behind him and LOCKED it.

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What on earth... did he just do? WIDE-EYED, Toby stood with his back to the door, as though his small body weight would help should the man attempt to charge his way out. Except... then he had an image of that hook being slammed through the door, and he quickly moved away from the door again and back to his mutineers, eyes wide and brow sweaty. He bounced on his toes, nervous energy coursing through him along with the GUILT GUILT GUILT ABOUT WHAT HE HAD JUST DONE. Yikes.

Had someone called for a professor?????

NO.

There was absolutely no way that she was going to let him hit her with the food. The boy got a LOOK, a deep cold stare. It wasn’t often that Layla unleashed her inner south Londoner but she was about to go full on with the boy who thought he was Peter Pan. And he was making it a thousand times worse by laughing at her.

Why WAS he laughing at her?!

He threw food at her and with the millisecond warning Layla was able to duck so that it just about missed her head and landed on her shoulder instead. It wasn’t that she was scared of getting dirty, the girl loved playing sports but this was just pathetic!

“You ain’t Peter Pan, grow UP!” she spoke as she stood back up and wiped the disgusting mushed food off from her shoulder. He was far too young to be and Pan didn’t exist. And neither did Hook! Looking at YOU professor.

She was so LEAVING!

But not before she collected some more food for ammunition for protection. “Francesco” she spoke as it turned into puree mashed up rubbish and then threw it into the middle of the room aiming for no one in particular.

Grayson hardly had time to see whether his tomato purée had hit the madman that was their professor. Not when a cry reached his ears. Almost dramatically, he turned his head to see a bit of apple purée flying.........

........... straight..........

.............. at his face.

SPLAT!

Sweet. MERLIN.

It took a moment for Grayson to REALLY register what had just happened and, when he did, he wiped away some of the purée from near his eyes. Alexa Cambridge. THAT'S who his eyes settled on once he could see from the mess around his face. Jeez, guys, he understood the element of war and taking down the opponent but way to ruin his face like this. It was a good one but now it was covered in mush and was probably gonna stink for days.

"AAAAAARGH! You'rrrrre gonna pay dearly for that, me harrrrrrty!" Pirate talk. He even held up his fist and shook it at her, his face all scrunched up. Whoever said he couldn't act? PSH. (He couldn't) Grabbing a banana, he pointed at it with his wand and said, "Francesco!"

And................. THROW TOWARDS YOU, CAMBRIDGE.

And what was that? Had Toby managed to get Flamsteed into the boo box? BRILLIANT. FREAKING YES!

DOWN WITH HOOK, INDEED.

Okay, Ophelia was in the middle, where she dropped her wand. But it was hard to see with all of the food, well, everywhere. Goodness, she might have sunk herself deep there. It had to be around here somewhere, and it wasn't like she could fight without it, so it might be worth finding. Even if she had to sort through pureed food to get there. Great.

Dodging food that might hit her, the eleven year old got working on finding her wand, more than slightly grossed out. All of the yelling wasn't helping. Also, did they have the Professor in the weird cage thing? Because that needed avenging. And the whole watermelon thing needed avenging. Basically, a lot of food was going to be launched if she had anything to say about it. Because watermelon was the grossest thing on earth. As soon as she FOUND HER WAND that is.

Pan and Flamhook and the rest of those odd ones weren't going to calm down any time soon, were they? Because this whole thing was started by their detached Professor, and the others were NOT helping. Seriously, why give him a sword? It was like sane person 101 not to give insane people swords. Though she was seriously starting to doubt EVERYONE was insane at once.

Where was the stupid wand?

Ewww, her hands smelled like a compost bin.....

Okay, she was about to go hide behind the desk again....

Groaning in frustration, she went from kneeling to sitting and continued looking, picking some watermelon out of her hair.

"Where is- GOT IT!" She picked her wand from the floor and started looking towards the desk. Gross, her hands smelled like a kitchen and she was sitting in the middle of a food war. This was not a good place to be But that whole avenging thing. And sitting helpless in the middle with her wand was a dumb idea. It was time to fight back. With a deep breath, Ophelia stood up and jumped onto FlamHook's desk. Because that was a thing that happened.

THWACK!

What in Merlin’s name…?! Mashed potatoes? “HEY!” Ethan exclaimed and spun around trying to catch who the culprit was. Whoever the perpetrator was, s/he was fast! The thought and plan to retaliate escaped his mind as soon as he saw Hooksteed and Tobias running. Wait.

What was he? Oh. OH. Trap the crazed man inside the thing!

Brilliant!

As soon as Hooksteed was close to grabbing Tobias, Ethan held the oblivious Hufflepuff’s robe, casted the freezing on the floor to make Airey slip, “GLACIUS!” and immediately backed away.

Well?

She still had two more vegetables left in her artillery before she would need to restock, so Soph quickly pointed her wand at the carrot in her hand and cast, "Francesco," and only got ONE LAST launch at Hooksteed before TOBES GOT HIM IN THE CUPBOARD. HA.

She laughed aloud in victory. Suuuuuuch sweet triumph.

But then two arms and two legs were suddenly locked around Sophie's legs, and she raised an eyebrow as she peered down at... Dot?

"Dot, y'know you didn't ACTUALLY have to capture me, right?" Wiggle, wiggle. "Your captain's just been captured himself anyway, so... m'pretty sure it's game over." Even though it hadn't REALLY been a game, but Soph would use the light terminology to keep from startling the girl too much. Though, she seemed... surprisingly calm at the whole charade.

Was she gonna let go?

Dot was clinging to Sophie Brown okay and for some reason Marigold was thinking to PROFESSOR BEARD hahawhat. Why...probably because CR-AAAAAZY PROFESSORS MAN. Maaaaan. Of course, when she's actually in a position of power, weird stuff happened. She weakly threw her pulverized some-sort-of-food at Sophie Brown and Dot, watching it fall several meters short. Oopsies.

She looked confused, or pre-occupied, and that was legit considering ALLLLLLLLLLLL that was going on, but then, there was a response! She HAD a first mate? BOOOOOO... but he'd claim second, that was pretty awesome in itself. "Second mate it is then." Or Mini Smee... Mini Smee had a ring to it, but second mate was GROWN UP and mature and stuff. So, he'd go with that for now.

Puffing out his chest, he saluted the New Smee.. though... anyone and everyone was fair game as far as he was concerned. Heheh.
"Sure thing, New Smeee!" Hehehe... ahem...

AND TO WAAAARRRRRRR!!!



Hehehehe. Hady was funny, he liked that, and really all he could do in response - aside from chuckle, was to agree with her. "Okay, I'll be sure not to hit your head along the way too.." you know, cause he was nice like that. When she turned her pear to mush, he was both pleased and disappointed that she didn't get revenge on him, opting to hit another target. "Good shot."

And while he was at it, he ought to do the same. "Francesco." The potato mush didn't have an intended victim, but he saw a cluster of what he thought here Hufflepuff's and so that's where he aimed.

SPLAT!

He heard the impact, but didn't look to see how good he'd gotten them. IF he'd even gotten them at all.

"Definitely. This is... AWESOME," he replied to Hady, still beaming.

Was it really bad that there was purée zooming across the room before Dima had even secured himself a piece of food? What could he say, kid was slow. He stood up to grab some sort of edible thing, ending up with the first thing he saw- a very red, very hard apple. Soon to be applesauce.

Was he allowed to eat it too?

"Francesco... Francesco...... Fran-CES-co..." Easy enough, right?

All right, he was ready to cast this thing. Bring on the applesauce.

Okay, this was TOO ridiculous. Food fight in a LESSON? That was just wrong. What were they learning from that, hm? That's right, NOTHING. Absolutely NOTHING.

Maybe how to act like animals, but people didn't need to learn that. It was already some people's speciality and they needed no training.

Honestly. No. Just no. Agatha Hapgood was so above that. Food fight... honestly. The Slytherin had to dodge MANY mushed food balls and she was already very annoyed when she found herself near the food table. That was simply disgusting. Such a waste of food, too.

She used her wand to poke one of the vegetables and decided to try the spell, at least. She wanted to take SOMETHING out of that lesson. Morgana...

"Francesco." She said with no enthusiasm. The next thing she knew, the food was all mush! Brilliant, an easy spell. Agatha approved of that. At LEAST something good out of this silly lesson.

By the way, Francesco was totally an Italian name. Did they know that? What a silly incantation.

Just a simple point. A POINT. Come on, Toussaint.

Dima shook himself out, as if preparing for some great athletic event, before raising hia wand to be level with his apple. A point, okay? "Francesko!" He must have waited for a display of results for at least five minutes, just staring down his apple to the point where it could have been pureed just by his intense stare.

Nothing? Nothing at ALL?

Stupid spell. Hmph.

Little did Dima know the beginning if his third syllable had been pronounced a little too hard, unlike the soft way it sounded when others pronounced it. But when he tried again, he seemed to have gotten it right. "Francesco!" And then there was applesauce-y looking stuff. 'Cept... what happened to the core? .... and the stem........? He definitely wasn't eating THAT.

Agatha was pleased that she had been able to get that spell right so quickly. It ws a good thing it was an Italian name; it made a lot more sense that way. Probably why she had gotten it right the first time she tried.

Huh... so it was a pronunciation problem she had? Maybe? She considered that for a full minute before turning to something else ont he table. A nasty looking meat. Ew, that would probably look disgusting if mushed. She wasn't doing THAT.

Another veggie was better. "Francesco." And purée. Brilliant. She was amazing. And now there was a pile of mushy food in front of her. That was kind of gross, but at least it wasn't ON her.

He tried to examine the mush for any brown spots, seeing as the seeds and stem where all that color, but there were none. Hm. Did the spell make stuff into an EDIBLE purée or...?

... the second year sneaked a finger in there just to check.

It TASTED like applesauce, except a little less sweet. Maybe he'd just caught an applesauce-y PART? Either way, he wasn't meant to be eating it, and Dima didn't want to be expelled from Professor Captain Top Hat Hook's crew (or WORSE, forced to walk the plank). So he carefully tucked his wand back into his robes and scooped up about half of the applesauce in his hand.

And... who was the closet Hufflepu...

There! A Slytherin, but she wasn't on his team either, so Dima hurled the purée at the back of her head. Hehehe. Gotchu.

Agatha got bored of that already and didn't feel like avoiding flying purée either, so she was ready to leave the classroom now. It was nice getting the spell on the first try, but it wasn't like it was an amasingly useful spell anyway.

She was about to turn around to leave when she felt something hitting the back of her head.

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What......... or more importantly, WHO had done it?

The ballerina turned around to see a young Ravenclaw. Well, of course it was a Ravenclaw. Eye roll. She could complain and throw a tantrum right there but even Agatha knew that would be inappropriate since the eagle was way younger. He needed to be taught a lesson in a way he would understand.

Without a word, the Slytherin scooped her own mushy food and didn't think twice before throwing it right at the boy's face. There. Lesson learned. RIGHT?

Dima giggled at her obviously annoyed reaction, still giving her the benefit of the doubt that she was just an impatient person with good sportsmanship.

Until she threw food in HIS face, that was.

Normally, he would have laughed more and then tried to become friends with the girl and then finished his applesauce.... but that wasn't the case this time. She'd thrown some kind of meat, sure, that was no big deal. But a VEGETABLE? His face was coating in the icky stuff, and if his tongue so much as came an inch out of his mouth, he would TASTE it. Which he did. Elgck.

Vegetables meant war.

He selected THREE foods this time- a squash, a bell pepper, and a stalk of celery. "Francesco!" Dima pointed at each one, casting the spell. And then it was hurling time.

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The boy didn't look like he had learned a lesson. And he was using the spell on more food and... then throwing it at her AGAIN? "OI!!" She exclaimed, using her wand to cast a Shield Charm before any more of that disgusting food could touch her BEAUTIFUL hair. "Quit it, child!!" She said as she threw some more of her veggie purée at him. She gave him a stern look from behind her magic shield and used her wand to clean the apple mush he had thrown at her hair earlier.

She would probably be more annoyed at the kid if she wasn't feeling oh so proud of herself for getting somany spells right in a row. Did everyone see her amazing shield? Morgana, that was brilliant. And the way she cleaned her hair so perfectly too? See? SEE?? Agatha was good at magic, thank you very much.

Angel had this piece of food in her hand and she didn't know what to do with it. She would have aimed for Ian but the boy had left the room she thought about the Professor but he was away with the fairies in cloud cuckoo land.

Angel decided the best thing to do would to throw it towards a yellow shirt though hang on a minute in star trek didn't the red shirts normally get hurt first.....

O__________o

She was in a red shirt, could she swap with someone? though it was too late now she had thrown the food at a yellow shirt, hopefully they wouldn't hurt her.

............A LOT was happening...and despite Gabriel's best efforts, the food wasn't coming out of his hair. He was FED UP, okay? SO FED UP...and frustrated!!!! Ruby had LEFT HIM.........and CB was looking at him weird.........and CLARA was under attack now....and the Toby guy (along with his girlfriend?) had literally just went to war with the teacher....

Gabe was SCARED.

OKAY. HE HAD TO LEAVE. NOW. He wasn't a fighter and he couldn't deal with all this anymore. LOUD NOISES. COMMOTION. WAR...

He'd....fight to run....if he had to...YES. It seemed likely, as well...because....Well, there didn't look to be a break in the flying food. What had that spell been again?!....Francesco?....and he could PROTEGO...if the need arose.

Looking around for CB....and grimaced at the expression she was giving off and ACCIO'D his bag, notebook, and quill...DESPITE the flying food, his notebook was in good shape. Food had somehow missed it completely...and his bag had been under the desk. So...Yep. TIME. TO. GO.

Slinging the strap over his shoulder, Gabe had his wand clutched in the one hand as he pushed his way out with the other. He was slamming into people...but he didn't currently care. He needed OUT. Smells...and noises...and sensory overload. Gabriel Banner could not DEAL.

Seeing an apple, he picked it up...pointed at it....and shouted the spell. "...........F-francesco!........FRANCESCO!" Watching it turn to the gross mush currently sailing through the air around the room, he aimed his wand and flung it at an obsticle person....on his way towards the door. "DEPULSO!"

OUT. OF. MY. WAY.

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Hehehehe. Hady was funny, he liked that, and really all he could do in response - aside from chuckle, was to agree with her. "Okay, I'll be sure not to hit your head along the way too.." you know, cause he was nice like that. When she turned her pear to mush, he was both pleased and disappointed that she didn't get revenge on him, opting to hit another target. "Good shot."

And while he was at it, he ought to do the same. "Francesco." The potato mush didn't have an intended victim, but he saw a cluster of what he thought here Hufflepuff's and so that's where he aimed.

SPLAT!

He heard the impact, but didn't look to see how good he'd gotten them. IF he'd even gotten them at all.

"Definitely. This is... AWESOME," he replied to Hady, still beaming.

Hady had made him laugh, she'd heard him chuckle. That was a good sign right? Making someone laugh usually meant good things. Unless he was laughing at her cause of something she'd done like make a fool of herself, which she hadn't. Had she? She didn't think so. "Thanks for that, I'd much rather not be hit in the head with anything that would send me to the healer."

Wiping her food covered hand on her robe she then used a finger to brush a piece of her hair off her face where it had been stuck thanks to some mushed...whatever that might have been. Flinging food around was FUN! It was sure messy though. "Yeah it is, you don't think we'll all have to be the ones to clean this up though do you?" She asked chancing a glance over at him. That was the one thing she had been thinking about since the start of this 'war'. Not that she wouldn't help with the clean up of course but really who would want to do it?

Quickly using her wand she muttered a spell she'd learned earlier watching the others in the room to bring another piece of food to her table.