Grinning at Yoongi, it was easy to be happy for him. Afterall, they had been friends for a year and a half now and the older man was amazing - especially with Charms. Yup. Besides, the man was so kind and nice and helpful that it was obvious he would try and help everyone that he could.

He had helped her to feel safe when they were getting attacked by acromantula’s after all.

…. With a hug much like this one and she had only been about two inches shorter then too. Sigh. Would she ever grow? Probably not… but at least her friends were all tall. That would help… a little. Oh well. ”Of course!” She told him as she pulled back. Did he realise how proud she was to be his friend? Did he know that she knew he would be amazing? No? Well, there was plenty of time to get that sorted and to tell him over the year.

For now he had to BE the Head Boy and go and talk to…. Blaise. Oh well. Looking around the Common Room, she tried to find Lance or AJ, before making a beeline for one of the comfy arm chairs. Might as well be comfy if she had to listen to a lecture… right?

Of course he tried, he was all sorts of generous and thoughtful, wasn't he?

But that wasn't the best bit. No, clearly Frankie's reaction to his skin took the cake.

It wasn't quite the response he would have liked, but it was a response nonetheless. Honestly Frankie, Prefectship has made you boring. Zeke chuckled lightly as he watched his friend struggle with his breakfast. It was a magical thing, the way his body could have such profound effects on people. Ahhhhhhhh.

Sipping his coffee, he wasn't the least bit perturbed by Frankie smacking his hands. Sheesh. "Okay! Okay okay! I'll behave..."he conceded, for now. But the first years? Pfffttt, that was perhaps the least of their concerns because apparently a particular fourth year enjoyed his presence.



The compliment didn't surprise him in the least, but who the compliment had come from certainly did.

AMUR LIKED HIS ABS!!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA.

Zeke laughed out loud this time, extending an arm out to smack Frankie a little. "Hear that? That's why I should be allowed to be shirtless, I'm doing the school community a service," and at this point he pointed to Flamsteed's giant banner. See. It's what HE could DO for the SCHOOL. Everyone won.

"Goooood morning everyone!" This went for friends. Not-friends. AND BROTHER!

HEEEEERE she was! HERE WAS CHARLOTTE! Dressed and awake and SO READY FOR BREAKFAST! Oooooooooooh


OOOOOH BREAKFAST YES.

... were they allowed any yet? Were they? She inched closer and closer to the table and made adoring eyes at the pancakes.

Hope was dressed in her pjs. She had been up since 630. It wasn't uncommon for her to already have all her chores done by the time her dad had gotten breakfast on the table. She didn't know what to do with her free time so she had started looking through her books. But then got bored so she unpacked her things and wrote a letter home. She intended to go to the owlery to send it later.

As she came down the stairs, the smell of food hit her face on. Bacon! She thought as she made her way to the table. She grabbed a piece of bacon and a hot chocolate. MMMM. She passed her fellow Housemates and gave them a warm smile. Some looked awake and some... not so much.

Spotting Arista and Thomas she waved at them. "Good morning! It's a bit nippy today." She started to walk towards them and then spotted Spencer. Her smile grew bigger as she sat down beside him. "Good morning handsome. How are you feeling this morning?" She had remembered that he seemed to be coming down with a cold last night.

She smiled at the professor as she waited for the meeting to begin.

Tenacius, now that was an epic name. Smiling the redhead said "Nice to meet you Tenacius, wicked name by the way. Are you a first year?" It wouldn't be the first time she had completely bypassed a person for an entire year...Poor Dora...It was a shame he was eating normally she passed out free hugs but he was busy with sausage heck she couldn't blame him, bacon and sausage was pure goodness.

Arista numbly smiled at whomever said hello. Wow wait that voice sounded familliar, Spencer! "Hey Spencer!!" She gave him a hug and said "If I were you I wouldn't trust Thomas he is way to cherry this morning." Looking over at the boy she shook his shoulders "How are you so awake!!!!" She demanded to know what was his secret for now she needed coffee... "And I'm awake I just need some coffee..."

Getting up she walked over to the table and got out a cup thank the lord she needed this, she didn't add anything to the coffee and just took it black like her soul. Taking a big gulp she walked back over to the two boys sitting down she said "That's better." Just in time to cause at that moment Hope sat down next to Spencer. "Morning Hope!" She gave her a one-handed hug seeing as the other was occupied by the cup of joe. "Nippy? I wouldn't know I have been in bed all day if it weren't for this ridiculously early meeting I would still be." She looked over at the Professor someone should have told him that before 9 was tooo early. Heck before noon.

Bella yawned as she slowly made her way down to the meeting. A lavender robe wrapped around her pajamas and ballerina slippers on her feet. She usually was a major early bird and would have been dressed already, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed this morning. I guess you could say she was a little home sick… well maybe more than just a little bit. Yes, she was happy to be at Hogwarts, but she missed being home.

“Good morning,” she said softly as she made her way passed a few people to find an empty seat. She was actually surprised at how many people was already up and waiting for the meeting to start.

Mel watched her new housemates mingle with their friends and just stood there for a bit. It was early man, so early…and hey look there was coffee! Oh and Ace and Tory were there already. Mel slipped closer to her friends in time to hear just how fast Tory was speaking…what on earth happened to him she thought as she made her way to the food.

Okay…so….there was coffee she was never aloud to drink it at home India was always complaining that she’d never sleep if she drank it…but who needed sleep…taking a mug she filled it with the dark liquid and took a sip. Nope.

NO.

Never.

It needed sugar…and cream and sugar. Taking the sugar she began to pour some in enough that her cup once the cream was added was rather heady in her hand and the drink was as sweet as coffee icecream. “This is delicious” she muttered and grabbed a bit of food before sitting next to Ace and Tory. “The food smells so good” she grinned as she bit into the bit of somewhat greasy bacon she had snagged and took another sip of her coffeesugar.

Taking another bite from his danish, Airey licked the bits of icing stuck to his fingers off and turned over another page in his notes as the first few students began trickling down from the dormitories.

"Good morning," he saluted, pleased to see that two of the three student leaders were already awake. "I did," he nodded in reply to the Head Boy. Out like a light the moment his head at hit his pillow, to be specific. But students did not need to know about his more intimate moments. "Those look...warm," he noted, pointing vaguely to Miss Burton's choice of sleepwear.

Miss Jenkins' proposal was met with a knotted brow and purses lips, however. "I'll see if I can find somewhere in the castle that would appreciate your tastes." Unless she had already taken to painting her dormitory. He wouldn't know if she did and likely never would. Not unless Marion were to inform him of these things since he had requested the ghost assist him with...ahem...things.

"If only we were so lucky," he chuckled in response to Mr. Salander. "I am simply borrowing his infamous words." With some noticeable changes. Well, noticeable for those familiar with 20th century muggle history.

"Good morning, Miss Umbridge. Miss Royal" he saluted the young women as his blue eyes fell on Mr. Moore. It went without saying that he was still very much expecting to see the young man and Mr. Blaise in his office today, yes? Just to be safe he would offer them a reminder at the dismissal of the meeting. "Good morning, Mr. Moore."

And he was oblivious to any and all vein staring. For now.

And...that was...interesting. Airey was not entirely sure what was going on with Mr. Spades at the moment...but he was going to casually pretend not to notice and instead offer Mr. Zeke a salute as the fifth year entered. "Live long and prosper, Miss Hanover," he smiled, obviously returning the Vulcan salute as well.

"Quite well, thank you Mr. Windsor," he replied to the young man with a slight wave of his danish. And it was a good thing you had been muttering, Mr. Blaise, because the man may have indulged your theory just for his own amusement. Maddox's influence, sorry kids. "Good morning, Mr. Blaise."

And all conspiracy theories being discussed between the two boys did not reach the astronomer's ears, which was a shame because it would have amused him greatly. But as it was he was currently muttering to himself while picking up flakes from his danish off his tie and trying REALLY hard not to flip out about that.

Mr. Paton received a nod of acknowledgement when he appeared and took a quick look at his sundial watch. "Mr. McWitty," he saluted the second year. Hopefully he would receive no complaints this term about smells coming from that boy's part of the dormitories. The professor still hadn't figured out WHY he had in the first place!

Miss Neverwinter received a small nod as well, oblivious to any reservations she may have about the food - IT WAS THE ONE TIME, YOUNG LADY. Wasn't it? Or was it more? Suppose that depended on how long one had been at Hogwarts...there HAD been the ice cream incident as well.

"No need to be shy, Miss Tate," Airey called to the first year, beckoning her over with a small wave of the hand. "Come grab something to eat and find a seat." In fact...maybe he should get himself another danish. His was all gone now. Even all the flecks that had fallen on to his tie. "Good morning, Mr. Criswell. Quite well, thank you."

Sweet solstice....what were...

"Boys," Airey warned, eyes locking on the two fifth years. "Can we keep our hands and abdominal muscles to ourselves?" Or would it be another trip to Lover's Lair for you, Mr. Zeke? Only this time with more masculine company.

Sweet solstice. Teenagers.

"Not hungry, Mr. Kettleburn?" he inquired of the first year. "Those are for the taking, Miss Kettleburn," he chuckled, pointing towards the pancakes in question.

And then there was Miss Summers. Airey knew that the subject would need to be breached at some point, but perhaps not at this meeting and certainly not in front of everyone. "Good morning, Miss Summers," he smiled gently at the first year. "I wonder if I may have a word with you some time today? Whenever you have a free period will suffice."

Good Merlin.

"Miss Royal, do I need to remind you about your tone?" he called casually as he got up from his seat and strolled over to grab himself a coffee. Contrary to unpopular belief, the man was not deaf. He had heard that and was incredibly unamused. "Perhaps taking up one of your weekends would be more appealing for next time?" Hmmmmm.

Rhetorical question, of course. Well, unless the majority would rather that then he would not deny them the opportunity to have additional school on their days off. Heh.

"Good morning, Miss Miklos, Miss Johanson," he nodded to the first years with a small smile.

Coffee in hand, and another danish, the Head of House made his way over to the fireplace and stood beneath the banner to look at the entirety of the common room.

"GOOD MORNING GYRFFINDOOOOOR," he roared with his usual chipper tone. "Thank you all for waking up and attending our breakfast meeting. Please feel free to move about to grab more food and drink during its entirety. I personally guarantee that nothing here will turn you into something emulating a werewolf." Because that much had become apparent to the man after catching the various questioning looks. "As you may or may not know, I am Professor Flamsteed, although you may call me Professor Airey if you prefer, and I have the honor of serving as your Head of House." He was also their Astronomy professor, but he was not acting in such capacity right now and therefore superfluous information.

"As you are all well aware, I called this house meeting in light of the events of last night," he continued, his gaze not falling on any one Gryffindor in particular but rather sweeping over he entire crowd. "Now, some information has been brought to my attention as to what and why this food fight was initiated in the first place and I will echo the words I shared with those who orchestrated it. Feeling slighted is never a reason for retaliation in the form of bullying. Gryffindoring for the sake of Gryffindoring is not constructive to anyone, and my challenge to you all this term is to turn that you channel that energy. Too often Gryffindors are placed into boxes and written off as this or that, but when I look out at all of you I see a generation ready to not only not conform to those stereotypes, crush them. CRUSH."

He paused for a moment to take a sip from his coffee.

"And sweet solstice, if you want to have a food fight then do so in a manner that is not disrespectful to the house elves who spend all day preparing for feasts like these as well as the countless other deeds they perform on a daily basis that go unnoticed by most. Which is why ALL of you will be required to show some sort of appreciation for the house elves."

The man was no house elf activity, but the creatures DID help keep the castle clean and that was to be respected and appreciated.

"And no, that was not an invitation to start throwing your breakfasts at each other," he clarified. JUST to be safe because Merlin help him if they did not make it through this meeting because the prefects had important things to discuss.

"Now, I am sure you have all noticed the banner behind me, but that will be addressed later. Until then, does anyone have any suggestions for what can be done?"

And he supposed questions about the feast were allowed as well, but such thoughts went unsaid. He would rather they dwell on that no longer.

The eleven year old wasn't very sleepy, she was used to the early mornings. That didn't stop her from sleeping in a little today, but she was up now, because TODAY WAS HER FIRST DAY AS A GRIFFINDOR. Also, she smelled breakfast. Yummy yummy breakfast. She hurried down to the common room to find her friends already there. Others to of course.

“Morning.” she grinned to her friends and paused, staring at Torrance's hair.”You got all fluffy.” she said made fluffy afro hair motions with her hands. “Its cool.” Heading on to the buffet, she filled her plate with pancakes and yummy bacon, and a huuuuge glass of milk. Milk was her favorite. Sitting down beside the others, she took a couple of bites of the pancakes. “Are you guys in the same room?” She asked, before taking a big gulp of milk. Ewww, Spit it out, spit it out. She forced herself to swallow it. From the face she had made one would have thought it had soured. “Why's this taste funny?” She asked holding it out in front of the other three, waiting for one of them to taste it.

She sat quietly st Mr Head of House spoke. Nodding her head at the sage advise, even if she wasn't entirely understanding it. At the end of it, she raised her hand, and waved it about. "I have a question, what's Gryffindoring. And why would people be that thing you said? Slighted or something?" she asked, just a little too loudly.

GRYFFINDORING? Gryffindoring was probably fun right? But the bullying thing that didn’t sound like fun. Mel took another sip of her coffee and then remembered the Professor had said her name….right…they had to come up with ways to appreciate the house elves?

That sounded challenging right? The only house elves she knew hated her and called her a menace. “Good morning Professor Flamsteed,” Mel smiled up at him before raising her hand and trying to come up with an idea. “Could we make a sign up sheet for people to say…do a chore for a house elf? Like make the house elves beds for them?” She offered smiling. “They do have beds right? Not nests?” She asked curiosity getting to her.

Hope was laughing at Arista. "I take it you're not a morning person? That's a shame... I am. Being raised on a farm you are up at 4:30 most mornings." she snickered and was going to comment further but professor flamstead had called her name saying they needed to speak later.

Oh no! She hoped she wasn't in trouble. She started fidgetting. A habit she had when she got nervous. She wondered what it was about.

But then professor flamstead started talking. She would most certainly be getting to know the house elves as she had planned on or rather hoped they would let her cook a little. So she would have to get on their good sides anyway. Gryffindoring??? Okkkkayyyy...

Arista looked at Hope did she look like a morning person and speaking of the farm her eyes instantly lit up she had already expressed her wanting to go to such a place. Noting how fidgety the girl had gotten once Flamsteed had told her they needed to talk later she put her hand on her hand and gave her a small smile she was there for her if she needed it and if she needed to go all crazy on Flamsteed she would, but that was already being shown.

Arista mouth dropped seriously what tone, she'll show him a tone. She rolled her eyes before smiling and saying "No thank you Professor." She was going to ignore the tone comment because she didn't have one. Urgh. She wanted to tell the Professor that she didn't have a tone but she knew now was not the time nor the place.

She was tempted not to listen to Professor Flamsteed, tempted. Okay yada yada chipper tone...Werewolf.. What!! Maybe she should have been paying attention....She looked around no one looked concern so maybe he was just joking or maybe?? This time when she went back to listening to Flamsteed she was a hundred percent listening. She took a sip of her coffee, her mouth instantly forming a smirk at the mention of last nights events. That was a fun night. Gryffindoring, wicked word.

"Well Professor, maybe we could make up for ruining the meal they worked on so hard and make them one instead, showing that we did appreciate all the hard work they put in we just got a little carried away."

Kaycee was perched on the arm of a chair slightly eyeing some of the younger kids. They definitely wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for them. In fact, they'd have had a party last night AND she wouldn't have ended up SOAKED.

"Professor, not to be rude or anything, but, like, wouldn't helping them be an insult? Or offering to help? Like... when I go to visit my grandparents, they don't want me to help them cook or clean and they don't want me to do anything for them either. They just like knowing I was there and I enjoyed it."

AKA... couldn't they just have a better makeup meal? And possible strap the younger kids in booster seats and bibs to make sure they behaved?

Timmy decided not to eat food just yet. It was best to wait till after the meeting, in case she had to spit something out in surprise. Holding her fleece blanket around her tighter and using Zeke as a human pillow, the blonde yawned a bit and wiggled her nose. Gryffindoring? Seriously? That term was one of the most annoying things to ever have been created. Like who even start it and made it into a thing? They should get hit with a shoe. Sadly, she'd just have to explain to the first what the term actually was.

"Gryffindoring is just a lame excuse for when Gryffindors act stupid and 'brave'. So if someone tells you a Gryffindor was Gryffindoring, it just means they did something dumb without thinking about the consequences. It's highly not recommended," Yup, that was pretty much it. Not that Timmy didn't fall under the term; she had her moments. But it was still just another word for stupid and so on. She kept listening, shifting a bit to be more comfortable. She didn't deny that Timmy had enjoyed the food fight. She needed a bit of fun lately and that was a goodish start to the term. "How about we cook a meal for the elves? Y'know, those of us who can cook at least. Don't need the elves to be poisoned from food that's not edible," Because Tim was sure there were more than a few people who probably couldn't make a hard boiled egg.

Spencer looked at Hope and gave her a soft warm smile. [B]"I'm ok, I still have a fever, but it'll be ok, nothing that I can't handle. He couldn't believe that he gotten sick because of the stupid rain last night, it completely sucked, now he had to go to classes all sick and feeling like crap. 'What a great way to start your first day sick with a fever and not feeling good! 'Spencer thought to himself. Spencer looked at Arista and laughed. " Not a morning person either? I hate mornings. " said Spencer yawning. Spencer felt horrible, he didn't know if he looked horrible, but his head hurt as well as his throat.


Spencer sat listening to Professor Flamsteed, and couldn't help but wonder what the heck was Gryffindoring, was that even a word? Okkkayyy...he would have to get used to their head house weirdness, Savannah did tell him he was a bit weird, but he was extremely cool. Although he learned that Professor Flamsteed was someone that you didn't want to make mad, he was scary when he was mad, he made sure to try not to get on his bad side. Spencer took a drink of his hot chocolate resting his head against the couch, he wanted nothing more then go back to sleep, but he was a Gryffindor so he was here for the meeting. Spencer held Hope's hand in his and kept listening to Professor Flamsteed and looked around at his fellow Gryffindors who were around him, some he knew, some he didn't know but knewthat he probably will soon.

Blaise was going to sit and focus on his food. He knew what this meeting was for in a nutshell and knew he wasn't going to like anything the Professor said. Even while others gathered, he picked at his eggs, moving them around and around in his plate. The boy supposed that if he didn't eat it, it'd be bullying the poor elves that worked so hard to make it so finally he got some into his mouth and did the chewing thing.

It was the movement that drew him to the curly haired kid (Tenacious) that was grinning and giving him a thumbs up? Oh, was that for the food fight too? See? Not EVERYONE hated it. Feeling somewhat better, the 12 year old managed his own dimpled smile and a salute.

It had been fun, no matter what the sticks in the mud had to say.

Unfortunately, the smile was short lived as he saw the Head Boy making his way over to him. Blaise lowered his gaze to his plate again and began the ritual of shoving the eggs around on his plate once more. If he was coming to tell him off, he would have to wait because the Professor already had first dibs on that thank you very much and he could only be reprimanded so many times. The boy didn't look up, not even at the calling of his name. The mention of another meeting (because that's essentially what it would be) however, had him glancing up. Blaise might have responded but in the next second, the Professor was speaking and he hardly even had time to greet Amur who'd taken the spot on his other side. Not wanting to be disruptive, he gave a simple nod of his head and a brief, "Where?" before his attention turned fully to his Head of House.

Suffice to say that after the first minute he'd stopped listening. It was all just a continuation of the scolding from last night and if he didn't want to hear it then, he wouldn't want to hear it now. Perhaps he would read the embellished version later when he found himself with nothing better to do.

The young Gryffindor sat with his hand on his jaw, silent through the discussion. What could he do for House Elves? It was like that one girl (Kaycee) said; they didn't typically want things done for them. Didn't know what he could do for Hogwarts either. Everything around here was bullying apparently so he would do nothing--unless THAT was bullying too.

Gryffindoring. She felt that in her SOUL. It made her feel PROUD to be a lion. And like... the other stuff he said made her feel... like she was getting scolded for something she hadn't even participateD in, but okay... she understood. They were a TEAM or some such. She got it. She did. Mhmmmmm. WE ARE FAAAMILY!

She bopper her head a little to the song now playing up there in her noodle, a smile on her face. Heheheh. But okay... time to get serious! Raising her hand slightly, unsure if she could speak freely or not... she finally spoke, "We could all offer to make them some little shoes for their feet. It can't be comfortable to go around barefoot all the time in this drafty old castle! " Yep. They would SURELY appreciate that, right?!

Going by the look on Flammy's face it was apparent that he didn't like the colour purple. Well he obviously had no taste at all. Trixie thought the castle would look awesome painted purple.

She wanted to disagree about the whole Gryffindoring thing. They were all Gryffindors were they not? Why shouldn't they do the whole Gryffindoring thing? Psshh.

As for the house elves...

Trixie went to to put up her hand but an older student beat her in saying the exact same thing that she was going to say. "I agree with her." (Kaycee) She pointed at the older girl. "They don't like when we do their work for them. Maybe we could make them something. Like that girl said." She pointed her finger at (Dora) the second year.

She was just enjoying her toast and sipping her tea when more students showed up. She saw Dora was trying to give her a thumb up and waving at the same time? Err...She gave the young lioness wave in return. Then there's her roommate. "Royal, you woke up early." She raised her plastic cup and nod towards the girl. And look who finally showed up. Her other co-prefect. "Frankie. Morning." She gave him a nod before went back to her toast and tea.

Candice tried not to snort when Flamsteed mention about the food and werewolf but she failed miserably. So she tried to hide it with a cough instead. Hopefully her Head of House didn't notice. She listened to what the Professor was saying while sipping to her cup of tea. She should have choose the coffee instead. Did he notice that he used a LOT of Gryffindoring word there? And she liked the way the man said CRUSH!

Appreciation for the house elves? "I agree with Kaycee, Sir. They might see us offering to help them as an insult." Even though they didn't mean that way. "Maybe we can make something for them. Not food. More like a token of appreciation for them. Or something like that." And a 'Sorry we ruin the fest' kinda thing?

Thomas nodded towards Spencer and said "Morning Spencer, how are you this fine morning." He was about to respond to him again when suddenly he was being shook by Arista and she was screaming at him. "Because I don't get the chance to sleep in, I go running every morning." Good Arista was getting coffee.

"Good morning Hope, how are you this mornin?" He chuckled at Arista's response was it her goal to make Flamsteed upset or despise her? "Oh no Hope she is definitely not a morning person!!" Not at all. He nudged Spencer, "Come on Mornings aren't that bad." Chuckling he said to Hope, "Looks like we might have some bad moods every morning haha."

Oh now Flamsteed was talking. Gryffindoring!!! Now that sounded like a fun word!!!

Now what could they do, [b]"Why don't we throw them a party to show how much we appreciate them, there we can give them the whatever we made them as well as give them like a day off per say.

Professor Flamsteed's warning reached his ears loud and clear, and as notable as it was, he couldn't help but avert his gaze and smirk a little. Heh. He exchanged a quick glance with Frankie but then nodded the Professor's way. "Sorry Sir, won't happen again, but thanks for noticing," he smiled politely. Yes, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING OUR MUSCLES, PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED. We work out.

Setting into his seat, getting comfortable, Zeke continued to sip at his coffee.




...

It had been a little hard for the Gryffindor to actually LISTEN through all of what Flamsteed spoke of, but he managed to pick out a few things. Throwing feast food was bad, and they needed to do something nice for the elves.

Right.

He actually agreed with what Kaycee said, about the elves being touchy and how they likely would see assistance as an insult. It just wasn't for the elves. Zeke peered over in Amur's direction, he was sure she had a lot to say on the matter so he wasn't going to support the sentiment out loud. The girl was a time-bomb waiting to go off on the matter of house-elf welfare. WHY were they even starting this discussion?!

...

Zeke was distracted however, by Timmy's apparent dislike for the term Gryffindoring. Personally he thought it could be worse, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Still, he listened, blowing annoyingly into the back of her hair and ears occasionally. That's what you got for invading his space, not that she wasn't welcome. She was.

"I don't know about cooking for them," Zeke chimed in, because cooking was too much effort and he'd never done it, "but we could maybe, oh I don't know... say thank you when we se them?" There was a genius idea. "Or leave them thank you notes? Like: Hey, great job on washing my socks, you're a top notch house-elf!" ... Yeah? He thought it was legit.

There were several issues with the Head of House's speech. The first being that she didn't trust his 'personal guarantee'. If it'd been done once before, it was likely to be done again. So, no-thank-you-food. She'd wait. Wait until her stomach was nice and growly. Then, she'd find some REAL and SAFE food from the kitchens.

The second issue she had was on account of the Professor saying that they had to CRUSH stereotypes, while on the same hand beratting them for having a food fight. Wasn't that counter productive? Weren't calm and dignified feasts the NORM around Hogwarts? Weren't they doing exactly what he wanted by having the food fight? That was certainly a crush situation.

She might have said so too, had magic words not danced across the tops of the other students heads and right into her ears. Amur felt like she had turned elven again and was being introduced to the troubles of the house elves all over again. This was IT.

Her greastest passion. Her first love. Her ultimate goal!!!!

To go with her rising glee at the opportunity, Amur's mouth slowly opened and her eyes widened in uncontained excitement. THEY WERE GONNA HELP THE ELVES AND FLAMSTEED WANTED SUGGESTIONS!!!

Amur's hand shot up faster than a rocket. "WE COULD FREE THEM!!"

Yup. What better way to say 'thank-you' than freeing the elves. "Free them. Let them live and work FREELY in Hogwarts, with their own shoes and socks and real beds." Her eyes skittered to Melbourne as she shook her head slightly. "Because they only have cots all crammed together. And they'd never say they didn't like it. They'd never say they were tired. They'd never say they wanted us to do their work for them." The other students were right, the house elves didn't like that.

WHY? Because it was their JOB. Their DUTY. Their RESPONSIBILITY.

"And Sure, they might like the work and Hogwarts, but can you imagine how much MORE they would like it if they were able to do it as 'Free Elves'?"

Did everyone see? Would she get a hip-hip-hooray-ha! Didn't matter. Amur was elated at the prospect of helping the elves. She'd do anything. They were the first kind souls to her when she came to Hogwarts. They were friends, before house elves.

Piling as much food as he could on his plate, he was about to put another piece of bacon onto the stack before changing his mind and putting it back. Gotta save some for the rest of his fellow lions and all that.

Speaking of fellow lions, his gaze rapidly searched for anyone he knew, as per the usual. Though with a mouthful of breakfast food taking up his attention and too many faces in one place, he managed to spot a familiar redhead before the Professor began his speech. Aw yes, he had been wondering what that food fight was all about. Not cool dudes. Not cool.

Although, he was very much proud of himself for understanding the banner now that a question was asked about it.

"Vee cud..." Hold up. He swallowed his food before continuing, "We could eat the food they make instead of throwing it."

All of it. Eat all the food. That showed manners or something.

YAAAAS PANCAKES! YAAAAS!

Charlotte resurfaced from grabbing pancakes and layering up a plate with bacon and syrup just in time to hear this question about how to make things up to elves or something. And she EVEN listened to a few people. She agreed with that dancing girl Kaycee, that its totally insulting to do stuff for elves, and why did people want to give elves clothes? Didn't they know anything???

She found a spot to sit and nommed on her pancakes while listening to people and then sort of put her hand up in the air, with fork and a bit of pancake on the end like an exclamation point.

"Professor, is that why you got mad though? Because you thought it was mean to house elves that we threw food?"

Because honestly, she hadn't reaaaally been paying much attention so... she still didn't really GET why it was such a bad thing when it had been SO FUN. "The elves would have felt happy if we let them clean up with us."

Luckily, no one seemed to mind that he was on his own, avoiding the food, and Callum was quite enjoying being a wallflower until Flamsteed addressed him. Not hungry? "Oh... sorry, sir," came his response, unsure of exactly why he was apologetic, and a hand came up to rub the back of his neck uneasily as he straightened up and shifted his weight, moving almost as if he was going to head straight for the food again, but he was still hesitating. Had everyone else already gotten enough food? He did not want to take some and leave anyone else without...

But, luckily, Char made her grand arrival, which empowered Callum and he lit up properly for the first time that morning, and he followed her over to the table. He, too, sought out the pancakes, and he stacked a fair few onto his plate in addition to a sampling of everything else, too. He was still concerned about any late arrivals not getting any, so he thought if he took a little bit of everything it was better than taking a whole lot of one thing. What if he took the last of one particular thing that was someone else's favorite? He did not fancy being a dream-stealer, so he kept it simple.

As he moved to follow Char to sit wherever she chose to lead them, Callum helped himself to a bit of toast, and just as he did so, Flamsteed began the meeting. Right off the bat, Callum was confused. Did... he need to be concerned that Flamsteed might turn him into a werewolf? What in Merlin's name was that particular comment about? He was unsure, but it was worrying, especially as he had already taken a few bites of his breakfast. At... least Flamsteed was assuring him it would not happen, but it was the principle of the matter, and Callum was incredibly suspicious. What had gone down before that it needed reassurance in the first place?

As the Head of House pressed on to the topic of the meeting, Callum continued to eat quietly and absorb his words and the sentiments behind them. There were some questions that he had immediately, such as... what were Gryffindor stereotypes? What would he be written off as now that he was a Gryffindor? He thought that would be helpful to know so he could follow Flamsteed's dream of crushing the stereotypes, but a few others chimed in seeking similar clarity, so he remained silent, enjoying an especially hefty forkful of pancake.

But then the next bit? Was he not... encouraging them to have a food fight? Of course, moments later he amended his statement considerably, but Callum could not help but wonder if the man would actually let them orchestrate a proper food fight, one that would not be insulting to the house elves. That would certainly put their Gryffindor energies to good use in the form of house bonding, would it not? Surely the man had seen how eager the majority of the house had been to take part, and those who had not taken part sure seemed to want to if the situation had been more appropriate, so really, more than anything, that was something Callum wanted to ask. However, of course, he continued to stay silent, eating his breakfast while listening to the other's suggestions on what they could do as a house moving forward.

Quite a talkative bunch they were, were they not? And quite animated, too.