UGH! Seriously?! It was raining now? It was bad enough that they had these crazy food throwing maniacs that Kaycee assumed were first years. She'd been able to tune them out so far.

But now there was rain. Wet. Gross. Cold. Miserable rain. She just wanted to eat and mirror chat with her boyfriend before bed. But nooooo. She flipped over a bowl of fruit on the table and held it over her head. She then grabbed a not yet soggy roll. She took a bite out of it and then huffed.

Kaycee Richards was now angsty. Which is a shame because she actually knew a routine that looked killer in the rain.

She took out her wand and aimed it at her legs. She muttered under her breath. Hot air charm to the rescue. Hopefully she wouldn't burn herself.

Genny was devouring a delicious pile of fries when her eyes caught Sharksy on their table, the GRYFFINDOR'S table. So he wasn't in Ravenclaw as he thought, was he? How did she miss his sorting?!! She felt a little guilty, but grinned at him from across the table and threw her origami crown at him to draw his attention to her. Hiiiiiii, housemate. Back to inhaling those fries, though.

Moments before the food fight, Geneva Tate was offered a tour by none other than Sir Nicholas. Let this go down in history, okay? Okay. PLUS, he actually recognized her from her father! "Okay!" She squeaked excitedly at his offer, and her feet kicked under the table a little too hard rattling the goblets nearby.

NOW there was food flying everywhere and Sir Nicholas encouraged them to protect Hogwarts' Dignity, and students were attacking professors and prefects alike. Genny didn't get under the table like those uncourageous Ravenclaws, no. She just knelt a liiiiittle and peered from about the table's edge watching everyone suddenly finding interest in throwing edible objects at each other. She did not participate. Not because it wasn't fun but because she was hungry and too tired for this.

Her hand caught her unfinished plate of fries and quickly slid it over to her so she could finish it here, where she knelt sort-of under the table. The top of her head was the only thing visible above the table and it was drenching wet. But the fries were protected.

"Thanks Haddie!" shouted Kitty and she caught the food Haddie gave her. But before she could use it, rain poured from the ceiling all over the hall - drenching Kitty and everyone else in cold water. She cried out in discomfort and hid under the table.

Matt grinned and waved at a random older girl who had given him a 'hello' nod (Candice). He made his way towards the kids he sort of knew. Well, he knew Tory and he had SEEN Chewie the other boy while they were in the boats, so that would do. FRIENDS. HI.

Nearly Headless Nick welcomed him to Gryffindor then told him he preferred to be called 'Sir Nicholas'. "Haha, okay!" Mat would try to remember that. Maybe. Anyways, Tory went off towards the staff table as soon as he reached them, but no worries, the other kid was pretty cool himself. "HEYO, alright?" He greeted Curly Top but didn't take a seat. He was too excited to sit down yet and there was SO MUCH GOING ON and Matt wanted to stay standing.

And see look, the Headmistress just told them to stand up. Matt was ALREADY doing that, WOOOO!! Bounce bounce bounce. Left, back, twirl. Oh, there was no twirl, but Matt SPUN AROUND ANYWAY because why not.

Blimey, that really old, scruffy lookin' witch was going to be a professooorrrrrr. WHOA. "'Tis Mrs Darth Sidious!" Aaaaand that was no compliment. Matt stared at the old witch and watched her be... weird and talk a LOT to the other professors. Truth be told, Matt was curious to meet her in the classroom now. "When's the first Divination lesson??? He asked whoever was nearer him.

At that moment he got a handful of mash potatoes right at his face. LOL. LOOOOL. HE COULDN'T BREATHE, LOL. Quickly wiping it off, he grabbed the first thing that appeared in front of him - some chicken wings and corn on cob - and threw it around randomly. Even Nearly Headless Nick was telling them to throw food at people!! He jumped ONTO the table and put his stormtrooper helmet back on, raising both his fists full of food up in the air. "RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

MATT LOVED THIS PLACE ALREADY!!

He heard thunder and immediately looked up. WHOA, LOOK AT THAT!!! THAT WAS BRILLIANT!!! "THUNDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!" Matt jumped up and down in celebration. But GAH the rain actually reached them and it was COLD!

...WHO CARED?? Not Matt. Still on the table, the boy threw the food he had in his hands at some other random people before scooping some more. Mash potatoes were the best, and it was now all over his hands and shoes as well.

What a mess, what a mess, MATT LOVED IT!!

CHAOS AND MAYHEM. THROW AND TOPPLE STUFF. AWW, YASS!

...and Bentley had earned himself a brilliantly pretty smile. 100 POINTS?! That was so many...but yes, Liv had to agree. She obviously DID deserve them. Had he seen her nail that Ravenclaw girl?!...AND THAT BADGED MEANY FACE?! HAD HE HEARD HER GRYFFINDOR BATTLE CRY?!

Also, Blaise, who'd been looking at her in a playfully challenging way, lightly threatened due to her jello cube......buuuuut before they could start attacking one another, THE RAIN CAME. RAAAAIN. Olivia, who was not the least bit perturbed by the cold wetness, CEASED everything she'd been doing and flung her arms outward. Blonde hair plastered to her face from red spaghetti sauce and water, she twirled expertly...kinda...Haha, the floor was so slick from the combination of smeared food, rain, and tears that her foot almost gave out on her, causing her to stumble over herself a bit. HAHAHA. SHE STILL DIDN'T CARE ONE BIT.

"DRIP....DROP.....DRIP....DROP....."

...and she was STILL sloppily twirling. There was a Disney song for this situation, as there usually was. FROM BAMBI, TOO!

"....DRIP DRIP DROP, LITTLE APRIL SHOOOWERS....BEATING A TUNE AS YOU FALL ALL AROUND...."

Also, the water was serving to rinse her off a bit, so...who was losing here?! No doubt they were ALL in trouble, but that was simply another day in the life of Olivia Phillips. So....BLONDE HAIR, DON'T CARE! In fact, as she liked to allow her actions to emphasize on these things, she twirled closer to Bentley and grabbed his hands, urging him to dance with her.

She would've grabbed Blaise...but he suddenly looked so serious. Liv thought he might've needed a moment.

Utter madness this whole thing was. He could just imagine how dissapointed Headmaster Botros would be if he knew about this. Yoongi held his wand at the ready, ready to protect himself because he wouldnt dive under the table for protection, if there was one thing that the yearbook got wrong was that he was NOT a coward! But so many different kinds of food were being thrown, especially at him, that he wasn't able to defend himself from all.

He felt rather than saw green gob of something hit his forehead and next some other unidentified food was stuck in his hair. From head to shouders, the Head Boy was covered in food.

His hands trembled, he was angry, seriously angry. He still did not get why he was targeted. Or was it BECAUSE he was the Head Boy? It was lucky for the trouble makers that a loud thunder could be heard, shaking the hall and for a second, Yoongi thought that in his anger that he had caused it. Magic beyond his knowing. But one glance at the staff table and his Head of House he realised that it was him causing the rain to pour down from the enchanted ceiling.......
..........
................wait.

THIS meant that not only the troublemakers but also HE would get soaking wet! He couldnt let that happen, no way. With a quick wave over his wand, the Head Boy non-verbally casted another shield over himself this time to protect himself from the rain. And then he just stood there, covered in food, anger getting down but he was still glaring at them all. WHAT had he done to deserve this? Thats what he wanted to know.....could he lead the detention please? Ahem...

Hope was making her rounds saying hi when the food fight started. FOOD FIGHT! at Hogwarts?? On the first day? She couldn't believe it!

But everyone looked to be having so much fun. She was hit with gravy as it was being thrown around. Right on her butt. Seriously?? As she was about to pick up some peas and toss it in the direction the gravy came from lightening and thunder stopped her. She was NOT about to throw something now that every one was involved. Especially the professors.

She sat down, feeling the gravy oozing into her robe. GROSS! She thought to herself.

She didn't want to be rude to Jessie who was talking to another girl and Arista had a bunch of people talking to her so she gave her a wave and let her mingle. She grabbed some food (what was left) and began to eat. Spence had gotten quiet so she leaned into and grabbed his hand. "aren't you excited about being here?" she noticed some pie shell with sauce in it on his shoulder so she gingerly picked it off.

Hope was soaked now. Apparently the rain wasn't letting up until every one stopped. She looked around at her fellow Gryffindors and gave them a smileand wave. She saw Haddie and Mason, who she met at the robe shop. She waved to them somehow they had missed each other on the train. Just like she missed Noelle. Her face fell. Here she was in school and her cousin was no where to be seen.. It devastated her. Getting sad and not wanting to ruin the mood and feast(even tho the rain was doing a good job of that), she crawled under the table to get away. She couldn't wait to get to her dorm..

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Ellery was back at Hogwarts and she had made a decision on the train ride over - that she would actually try to be social. Yes, she didn't really like meeting new people, but she WAS good at creating a spectacle, so she had crafted red and gold origami crowns and was wearing one to model it. She had a huge pile in front of her (sort of BRIBING others to come talk to her, yes) and she noticed her dorm mates seated nearby. She wanted to talk to them, but when she opened her mouth, her throat constricted and her tongue got all dry. Why was she so scared?

There was a boy there, too - Slytherin, she had just watched him get sorted. She tried yelling over at him: "I can make you a green one, if you want?" while gesturing at her crown, and was surprised when her voice worked. Why was she so strangely anxious??

Anyway. She slid her lipgloss out of her pocket and smoothed some more on. Fake it til you make it, yeah?

This girl had on a paper hat, and it had Bastien perplexed. Was this a thing that Hogwarts did, or just gryffindor? He glanced around at all the kids around him and decided it had to be a gryffindor thing.

He examined her (and her hats) for a moment before nodding his head. "Sure. Can you make one for my sister as well? She's also a Slytherin." No way he could return to his table without having a hat made for her.

No point in introducing himself, Char had done that for him.

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Speaking of family, HERE WAS FAMILY.

"Bast!" Charlotte shrieked excitedly and wrapped her arms around him. "Look, Katy got Slytherin TOO!" She pointed over at the younger blonde Toussaint girl and then sat down and just generally beamed all around at everyone, making sure they saw she was claiming family right here.

"I don't know! I don't know its so exciting I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE!" Not true, she was breathing just fine, but DRAMATICALLY. This was A BIG EXCITING DEAL.

"You have to visit MINE actually because mine is UP in the towers really high aand yours is in the dungeon and there are no fat Gryffindors because you have to walk up a LOT of stairs and you don't want to get fat so you should walk up them and come see me." Obviously, Bast.

"I saw!" There was no one more proud of her than him. It was the best house, and it also made it much easier for him to watch over her. No needing to sneak into other common rooms. He gave Char a good old squish, and sat down beside her when she did, happy to be claimed.

Her excitement had him grinning a little. She fit in with this whole easily excitable house. "I'm not worried about getting fat, Char. I'm the fittest person here." All those miles he ran in the morning and his daily workouts kept him in top shape. "You need to come and see me because dungeons sound much cooler than a tower."

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Char was beaming at Ava and all big eyed eagerness when Nearly Headless Nick showed why he was NEARLY headless, and smiles when the prefect welcomed her brother and then Blaise was EXPLAINING THE FUN.

..... a food fight? After the speech?

OKAY SURE!

And then the speech was happening an there was food and Char DID want to eat it but also she was instantly caught up in things and therefore smooshed BOTH HANDS INTO A BOWL OF TOMATO SOUP AND FLUNG HANDFULS AROUND LIKE CRAZY, especially at that yelling boy (Yoongi) because he was yelling and because Blaise was targeting him and Char DIDN'T actually know who he was but he was OBVIOUSLY a party pooper so HAVE SOME TOMATO SAUCE, BIG PARTY POOPER!

She jumped up on the bench seat and roared.

Zander Adair would be SO proud of her!

There was a ghost at their table, and a speech was given that put food on their empty plates, which was nice, except for the fact that some lunatic decided now was the time to have a food fight.

Didn't Chloe warn him about this?

He probably should have taken her more serious, considering he was sitting beside his cousin and her housemates who were ALL into wasting food.

Soup got flung on him, and he pulled a face, wiping a bit of it off his face.

Bast would just put up a shield and then he would be....

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It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall.

Bloody. Hell.

It was raining on them. Because of a food fight that he wasn't involved in? First night at Hogwarts officially sucked.

Soaked, and smelling like tomato soup, he inclined his head at Char and the other girl who was going to make him a hat. "Maybe I'll get that hat later." Was all he said as a way of goodbye before he rose and stalked over to the Slytherin table to retrieve his little sitter, and leave the hall.

Madness erupted. Like a baking soda and vinegar fountain. Even the GHOST was getting in on it. Target the Professors?! Was he MAD?

...Most certainly. He'd already lost his head.

But, she didn't really want to loose hers, and so Amur kept her focus on the Head Boy, and the slight disappointment that he didn't have a powdered nose.

Then, she was blinking at him incredulously. He didn't want to use magic on the Boys? The words 'then WHY did you draw your wand' were on their way out, but it was the crack and roll of thunder that had them sticking to the back of her throat. For a moment, she thought maybe the Head Boy was getting rather serious, and then, the great hall ceiling decided to open up on them all.

Well that was.............it could have been worse? Except, a glance at Blaise and it looked like it was worse. Why? Why did he look like a new addition to the ghosts of Hogwarts?

Turning ever so slightly, Amur followed his gaze and then, she saw it. The LOOK. The Starman LOOK. And then that whole thing about tangoing with Head Boys and Girls and Prefects being somewhat like tangoing with Professors came suddenly, and blatantly, true.

A glance back at the Head Boy showed that he was more preoccupied with keeping himself dry than trying to retaliate against the boys. But, he also looked quite miserable, standing there in soppy food and clothing. Sad. He looked like a drenched puppy, and Amur could never help herself around those. So, for a moment, she felt a twinge of guilt. Just a twinge.

After all, he could have chosen to have FUN with the whole thing. Take Blaise for instance. That was pre-ghost-Blaise.

Leaning over, she hooked her finger around Blaise's sleeve and tried to tug-convince him off the table and to the seat beside her. If he didn't come, she was going to have to stand up there beside him, wasn't she? Cause, how terrifying and scaring would it be for the the boys to face Starman's wrath on their own? She really didn't want to herself, but she had practically promised to have their backs. so she gave a more insistent tug.

Ugh. Never. Again. NEVER.

Her eyes caught his dancing notebook and quill from the corner of her eye, noting the pages and feather getting just as soppy as the hair of their owner. With her wand hand, she gave a quick flick and accio and summoned them both too her. It was a challenge to stuff quill and book into her robes while they were still trying to scribble, WHILE still trying to get Blaise off the table.

Was this what being a nanny was like?

Char didn't notice her cousin escape, she DID notice the rain and tipped her head up to ooh and aah. If she was honest she still didn't know WHY Blaise wanted a food fight but he HAD been right about it being fun. She raised her tomato soup covered hands up in the air and hopped excitedly from foot to foot from her position standing on the bench seat, the paper crown she had got from Ellery the only thing keeping water and food or of her hair.

There was almost no time at all to react, the rain was getting into a heavy dousing fast and the Gryffindor would be damned if he let his notepad and quill that recorded all the brilliance get soggy and out of use. The pages were already starting to show signs of water-ware and make no mistake, he would CRY so it was good that Amur grabbed them when she did. Not yet soaked, still perfectly salvageable. To be safe, he would re-write it all when he got to his dorm later onto a fresh notepad where it could be read without trouble.

Her tugging didn't register to him at first and even after she saved his most prized possessions, he was still looking around at everyone; Liv singing and trying to make Bentley dance...that firstie still throwing food....the resistance that kept up at other tables and his own....they had to stop....that's what the thunder and lightening meant--that's what Airey meant.

Maybe no one else saw why he'd suddenly gone stone cold but he was the first out of his seat. He threw the first metaphoric stone. AIREY WAS GOING TO KILL HIM AND SHIP HIS BODY OFF WHEN WONDERFUL HEADMISTRESS MOXLEY WASN'T LOOKING!!

The tugging at him continued but he just stood there, gaze transfixed on his Head of House who'd brought the rain. In an instant, his expression changed once more, now looking more resolved. He wouldn't regret it. The Prefects were wrong and he was making a statement and he wouldn't be sorry. This was for his cousin and they had done it and there was nothing to un-do no matter what they did. He turned from the man and looked to Bentley again, forcing on his widest grin. "We did it!" He turned to face Amur, keeping his dimpled grin in place while he tried to forgot the mountain load of trouble he'd be in in the next few seconds. "Don't suppose you know any drying spells?"

But he was done throwing food. Kid knew when he was doomed and wouldn't aggravate the situation further.

The rain had clearly ended the fight, but oh well, it had been fun while it lasted. Haddie hopped down off the Gryffindor table, a wide happy grin on her face. "Thanks Blaise. That was fun!"

She gave the Gryffindor table a wave good-bye and skipped off to the Ravenclaw table, making a point to splash in every puddle she encountered on the way. Rain and puddles were still fun novelties to the Southern California girl.

Laughing delightedly as they shared an enthusiastic hug, Callum pulled away and laughed even more when Char announced to the entire hall that he was her brother and he was a Gryffindor now like the others at the table. "Thanks for that," he remarked in good humor, ruffling his own floppy hair a bit sheepishly as he slipped into the spot she made for him on the bench, grinning around elatedly at everyone who was giving him attention. Too much attention, yes, and it was hard for him to keep up with all the excitement, but he just grinned puppishly and smiled around at everyone - especially Bast, and Liv who had just joined them, too.

Waving back to his yearmate, Callum replied brightly, "Yeah." Exciting, overwhelming, a whole lot at once, but absolutely good. He felt welcomed and accepted, and he would have completely forgotten the Ravenclaw-parental dilemma if Liv had not mentioned her own dad, but of course his thoughts went straight to his parents. How... would they feel that they, two very brilliant Ravenclaws, had birthed two Gryffindors thus far? Would they be disappointed in him? Would they feel sad and wonder where they went wrong? Would--


His worrisome thoughts dissipated as more people greeted him - a younger girl, one who could have only been a year or two older than him, and one of their prefects was waving his way, too. Returning the wave first with a smile before turning his gaze to Ava, he gave a little nod of acknowledgement to accompany his boyish grin. "Thanks." Not a boy of many words, but surely his expression conveyed just how comfortable he was already with all of them.

But then there was a ghost! Addressing him as Sir, and Callum's eyes flickered to the ghost's neck in scrutiny before smiling with recognition. "Thank you, Sir Nicholas. Happy to be here." His bright eyes turned from the ghost to Char beside him, who was unsurprisingly being a social butterfly, and Callum gave his sister's hand a brief squeeze beside him.

They did it. They were together.

And Genny had been sorted there, too! "Hullo, Genny," he chimed back brightly, his shiny eyes conveying far more of his delight than his demeanor. Looked like they had a long seven years together ahead of them, and Callum could not have been happier. Genny had always been sweet and fun to be around. "Can't wait." For all the fun they had to look forward to, naturally.

Another very friendly girl was addressing him, and Callum had a smile for her as well, though his head cocked slightly to the side as she spoke very quickly and he had to take a moment to process it. He giggled, then, and nodded, "Friends." Yes. He would like that. "I'm Callum. Callum Kettleburn." As if Char had not just told the entire world.


...Merlin's beard. Was this what he was going to be living with for seven terms? Housemates like this? Were they ALL as over-the-top as Char, then? Was... was the Sorting Hat sure that it had made the right decision?

Despite his alarm at the chaos that ensued mere seconds after the food appeared, Callum threw his arms up over his head as stray food flew his way, free laughter taking over any apprehension. He did not know why there was a food fight, nor did he particularly care, but as Char in particular went on to make an even bigger mess of things, there was no chance at Callum getting out of there moderately clean, and he accepted it in good humor. He lifted his arms so he could see who the main culprits were - there were two boys in particular over there, then Char and Liv, and another girl who was pointing a wand at an upperclassman with a badge who was pointing his wand, too--

But before Callum could make sense of why the food fight was instigated in the first place, there was a sharp crack of thunder and lightning accompanying the changing ceiling above them, and soon cold rain was pouring down upon them.

Well. At least that would wash off the tomato soup that was covering his side nearest to Char, and he lowered his arms to let the rain fall upon him properly, not minding the rain in the slightest. He was not going to stand up on the bench like Char was to enjoy it, but instead he reached to save a roll from complete soggy doom by devouring it quickly, then taking a few more and hiding them under his robes so they would not get ruined either.

...Would they still get to eat proper food? The professors would not send them to bed with no dinner or soggy dinner, would they? He stuffed a few more dinner rolls inside his robes just in case.

Before the speech and food fight



THIS WAS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!

She had just been told that she was wise. Trixie felt all grown up all of a sudden. She BEAMED at the Prefect.

"Oh yeah. I think my grandmother was a Hufflepuff though." She placed a finger to her lips while she thought about something. "And I guess if my mother had of gone to Hogwarts,I reckon she would have been a Gryffindor as well." Nod. Uh huh, yep. "Oh Uncle Oliver used to teach Ancient Runes. He's all into that spiritual stuff." She had lost count of how many times he had bored her with it.

"Are you nervous? About being Prefect, I mean?"



Oh the more the boy talked the more interested and excited Trixie became. Food fight meant total chaos which was right up her alley. She knew that her father would be most disappointed if she didn't cause a little stir while she was at school.

Although she for a small second pause at the idea of throwing food at the Prefects, well the Gryffindor ones especially. She had just meant Candice and she seemed really nice and the Headboy seemed okay to her. But she didn't want the boy to think she was a chicken either.

And then he gave her another solution and Trixie grinned widely. There were three other tables in the Great Hall. "You can count on me." She told the boy while giving him the thumbs up.



Well it was certainly obvious to her that the boy loved his name and where it had come from. And why not? It was an awesome name!! "My dad likes that band as well. He blares it often and dances around the living room pretending to play guitar." Trixie giggled at the memory. "He can't hold a note to save his life though."

She grinned over at Tenacius. "Have you been to a muggle concert?"



HOLY GUACAMOLE!!

There was a ghost standing beside her. Trixie almost toppled out of her seat from excitement. She had absolutely no idea what he had just said to her because she was too busy staring at his head.

"Can you show me why they call you Nearly Headless Nick?"

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After the speech and food fight.

Trixie was still staring at the ghost when she heard a loud voice coming from the staff table, she whipped her head around to see the Headmistress making her speech. Once again the first year was not taking in a single word that was being said, she was too busy eyeing the other tables.

When the food appeared she picked up a few roast potatoes and tossed them across the room. She had no idea who the other Prefects were so she just aimed at anyone.

It was utter chaos and the best fun ever!!

Unfortunately it all came to an end too quickly when it started raining. Ah well it was fun while it lasted.

Mel had been quietly looking at everyone, which was weird for her when it happened. There was mashed potato in her hair. “Whaaaaa” the little first year looked around and grabbed a plate off of the table and began using it as a make shift shield.

“Aaaaaace, guys we need to form a strategy” Mel’s voice called over the people in her new house…”Is the start of term always like this?” Mel asked anyone near her…because if it was she was going to invest in some plastic bags and food-fight-armor.

Amur just STARED at the kid. Did she know a drying spell? A huff left her lips in something like a horse snort.

"Of course I do. But only if you get your soggy butt OFF the table." Was he TRYING to get Flamsteed to come over here faster? Cause nothing said 'continuing rebellion' like standing on top of a table.

And frankly, SHE wanted to sit down too and be out of eye-firing range of the Professors. But she couldn't until Blaise did.

She tugged again. She TRIED to keep the smallest smile that echoed his smile from her face. Right tart brat he was. Come ON.

"Might know a disillusionment spell too." Extra incentive? Hiding fugitives? Saving Private Blaise? He could call it what he liked.

Spencer was soaking wet not to mention covered in food, well...this was a crazy way to kick off the year, he'll never forget this as long as he lived. Ducking and dodging food being thrown from everywhere, Spencer looked surprised that some of the staff members were involved as well, as the world gone mad or something? He seen his brothers throwing mashed potatoes at him, he dodged and threw a pie at them. "What now suckas! " said Spencer laughing. Spencer was laughing at how everyone looked looked and died laughing, he knew that he probably didn't look any better.


Spencer looked at Hope and smiled squeezing her hand back. "I'm very excited about being here, we're going to have so much fun this year! "said Spencer giving her a soft warm smile. He couldn't wait for this year to begin, he couldn't wait to attend classes and wear his Gryffindor robe, that he was excited about. He just couldn't believe he was a Gryffindor, he was just so happy and excited that he was a Gryffindor, he was in the house he always wanted to be in. "You got some cake in your hair. "said Spencer getting some chocolate cake out of her hair. "There all good to go, although I can't get the gravy out of your hair, looks like all of us need a bath to clean up! "said Spencer laughing.


Spencer seen Hope crawl under the table and frowned before he crawled under the table himself. "Are you ok? " Spencer asked knowing by the look on her face that she was sad and upset. "It's Noelle isn't it? I know that you're missing her because she's not here. " said Spencer. Spencer see seenthat she looked like she was going to cry, Spencer wrapped his arms aroundher giving her a bear hug. "It's ok to cry if you want, it's better to let your emotions out other then to leave them in. "said Spencer giving her a soft warm smile.

It was hard, but his grin was still in place when the Ravenclaw thanked him for the fun. See? That's all it was, a little fun for them and simultaneous revenge on the jerks with badges. It wasn't meant to get so serious that the ceiling made an attempt to cause the next great flood and it certainly shouldn't have had the Professor looking THAT mad.

His forced grin vanished as he spotted the Professor storming down the dais and toward the table. He was still resolved in his beliefs but that didn't make the man with his nostrils flared any less terrifying. True enough it wasn't even Airey but rather everything Airey represented--like an owl to his parents in short order and the howler to be expected in the next few days.

Hadn't the man heard the new guy cheering him on?

Quick as that, the boy hopped off the bench he'd been standing on, skidding just a little because of the slippery wet floor beneath him. It was a sure thing that if he hadn't grabbed on to Amur, he might have face planted.

Blaise turned to look at the approaching Professor even as he replied to the girl's offer. "It'll only make him mad." The realization left him frozen where he stood. "He's already seen me. Going invisible now will only make it worse." But at the same time...this...this take it like a man foolishness, it was HARD.

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"Thanks Haddie!" shouted Kitty and she caught the food Haddie gave her. But before she could use it, rain poured from the ceiling all over the hall - drenching Kitty and everyone else in cold water. She cried out in discomfort and hid under the table.

Penelope had come over to the Gryffindor table to search for the missing Ravenclaw girl. She looked around the table and didn't see any Ravenclaws. Maybe the girl had gone back to the Ravenclaw table? Wait, there she was under the table. Penelope crawled under the table to sit next to her. "Are you okay? We're going to go back to the Ravenclaw common room now. Come with me." Of course there was also the issue of involvement in the food fight to address, but that could wait until they left the great hall.

Hope leaned into his hug, but she didnt want to ruin the feast for him so she pulled back and kissed him on the cheek. Of course there was some unidentified green stuff on her lips when she pulled back. So she wiped her face " I'm so sorry. I just got to thinking that she nor sabbath which is a friend, are here to celebrate with us.. But I'll be OK." she hugged him again and made her way out from under the table.

She waited for Spence to come out. As she watched the Gryffindors around her she couldn't help but feel a little excitement creep back in. Noelle wouldn't want her sulking at the feast!

She felt gross as she wiped her hair and found pie in her hair. This was going to be a mess to get out! She grabbed a napkin trying to wipe some away as the rain still fell.

Amur couldn't help the tiny squeak that left her when Blaise's descent from the table nearly tore her offer her feet. Thankfully, she managed to get her feet off the bench and firmly on the ground where the both of them were stable and a little less visible. Blaise however, still looked like he'd swallowed several raw fishes.

Peeking over at the staff table, Amur saw the Thundergod himself storming down the aisles towards him. Really, Blaise's words had her rolling her eyes. "Cause he's not fuming toasty mad already."

Though......the pet rock.....under the arm. It was....hard to take seriously. It's googly eyes looking at them all happy and undisturbed. Quite the contradiction to her owner. Now, if Flamsteed had turned Pebbles into a dragon like Amur had suggested......

That mental picture made Flamsteed's approach a little more frightening, and she wheeled around to Blaise's next statement. Her jaw, was unhinged. "Oh. I see. You're one of THOSE conscientious troublemakers."

Well wasn't that. Just. PERFECT?

So now what? He was just going to stand in front of the oncoming storm? A Gryffindor moment at it's finest. She had to admit, he was brave. Or stupid. Or both. "You do realize that LATER he might be LESS mad?"

But there was nothing for it. No where they really COULD hide. Unless Amur turned Blaise into a dragon and tried to hide him in a sock. But there was an extreme difference between turning a spoon into a dragon and a boy into a dragon. So, she stood beside him, mind racing at a mile a minute as she tried to think of something, anything that could be done.

Brain stalls were so much worse than brain freezes.

If looks could kill....well, actually no. No matter what look the astronomer wore he was incapable of eliciting THAT level of fear into the hearts of anyone. BUT if looks could kill he was awfully close to achieving that effect.

"GRYFFINDORS!" he barked, ensuring that ALL of them could hear him with a well timed Amplifying Charm to himself. "STOP. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT 200 GALLEONS. JUST STOP! All the rest of this evening's festivities have been canceled and not a SINGLE one of you is to leave the Great Hall until EVERY LAST PEA and EVERY LAST DROP of butterbeer has been CLEANED UP."　And yes, he was WELL aware that not everyone had been involved in this little activity, but it mattered not. "We are a pride. A pride of lions who represent the legacy bestowed upon us by Godric Gryffindor himself and you WILL come to act that way and look out for one another to make sure that the pride acts with each other's best interests." Which certainly had NOT happened this evening. "AND PEBBLES ECHOS THESE SENTIMENTS!" he added, thrusting the pet rock into the air as if she were about to add to his little lecture. To which he had ALMOST said sediments instead of sentiments, which would have entirely debunked his entire vibe.

And Sir Nicholas? Do not even try to help weasel any students out of this one. For the first time in his Hogwarts career the man was NOT going to budge.

"There is to be NO finger pointing, just heads down and showing this school the respect it deserves from you and that includes CLEANLINESS. Magical means are acceptable." Otherwise they would be here ALL night and he rather fancied slipping into his suitjamas and sleeping, you know? And he already had an INKLING as to what had gone on here, so there was no need for anyone to gain up on anyone else. The truth will out!

"100 points will be deducted from Gryffindor and there will be OTHER consequences to follow, of which you will be hearing about at our mandatory house meeting. Tomorrow."

THE VEIN! THE VEIN WAS PULSATING! MAYDAY MAYDAY!

Also he did calm himself enough to shoot another spell up towards the ceiling and promptly ceasing the rain.

"Now let's get to work," he grumbled as he picked up a soggy roll from the floor and set it on one of the empty plates on the table. Yes, he was going to assist as well because he was also a part of that pride he had spoken of.

A con..sci...entious...trouble maker....? He didn't really know what she was getting at and might have asked after pointing out that the LAST thing he wanted was to give Airey time to cool down and THINK about ways to torture him but in the next second the man was there in all his blazing fury. The little lion's heart stopped beating for what might have been an eternity before he realized the Professor was not yelling at HIM but the house...everyone....

This was his moment to sink into Amur's side that faced away from the man and try to remain unseen.

100 points from Gryffindor. 100 points he would have to try to regain somehow and before he knew it, his term was already looking bleak. The boy dared not ask if they would still be allowed to eat, the man was on a rant that showed no end. No party? House meeting tomorrow? Over some food?

By the time the man was done, Blaise wasn't sure...how...to...well....oh Merlin he was about to be struck dead on the spot but......

"P-Professor...? I...I don't have my wand....how am I meant to clean...?" There was no cleaning equipment in the Great Hall--not to his knowledge and...and he was just gonna shrink further into Amur to avoid the man's impending wrath.

"I'm okay, just surprised that's all." Kitty crawled out from under the table, shivering as the rain continued to fall. Now all her make up was coming off. "Sorry for the food fight" she apologized to the prefect as they walked back to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Merlin's BEARD!

The closer the Thundergod got, the more imposing he was. Perhaps it was the red suit, or the fire in his eyes, but Amur could feel her courage seeping into her shoes and then out, among the puddles of food on the floor. There was no getting out of this. Nothing she could think of in quick wit.

So, when Flamsteed spoke, or rather tried to bring down the roof with his booming voice, Amur flinched. And stared. And......then blinked. All of them? Every last one of them? That was........no singling out? No pointing fingers? No......

Oh. Well that was...............oh.

For a moment, Amur just blinked at the Professor, her racing heart slowing a little bit. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. Wasn't sure how this was particularly fair or just. Her fourteen year old brain was having a hard time comprehending it. Comprehending why Flamsteed wasn't picking out the perpretators. Perhaps he didn't know? He'd looked like he'd known.

Feeling Blaise shrinking into her side, Amur wrapped an arm around his shoulders protectively. Not that....there was really anything to protect him against anymore. Except....a possible Flamsteed Fume when the kid uttered a rather meager question from her side.

Did he have to attract attention now?!

Amur blinked, looked down and then snapped her head up, babbling as fast as she could. "Errr it's alright, Professor we can share mine and I'm sure there are brooms and mops somewhere in the kitchen if not, robes work just as well, right?"

To that end, she gave Blaise a small nudge towards the part of the table away from Angry Airey. There were turkey legs and potato splatters that they could plop on plates, and to illustrate this, Amur bent down, grabbed a gob and plopped it on her plate. See?