Ah. Yes. Well. That was not entirely over-the-top or anything. Totally normal rage there, that was, and Callum did not hesitate in his attempts to devour as much of his stash of slightly soggy rolls as he could as his apparent Head of House reprimanded them. He did watch the professor's face curiously, though, and admired the vein bulging in his neck. Callum had come to Hogwarts knowing of this man, Professor Flamsteed, who would be teaching the subject he was most looking forward to, and he could not help but wonder if he was this sour in classes, too. The eleven-year-old did not want his favorite subject ruined for him, so he sorely hoped this was not the case.

The more he scolded, the more Callum tried to hastily devour the rolls he was concealing in his robes. He had made the mistake of not taking advantage of the sweets on the train and he was ravenously hungry, and soon enough the realization dawned upon him that while the others could use magic to clean, he could not. He knew the spells, certainly, but he had never used a wand before and could not perform the spellwork itself. That meant he would have to resort to doing everything by hand, which was undesirable in the first place, but all the more unfair considering that he had not done a single thing wrong.

It was not until the man thrust a rock into the air and affectionately called it "Pebbles" that Callum faltered in his attempts to salvage the rolls, and his brows furrowed in thought. The man was carrying around a rock. And the rock had... a face and looked like... a proper pet rock. That was unexpected, and Callum blinked a few times in quick succession in his confusion before his face lit up in a smile.

Even though the man was still yelling and taking points away from them, Callum was suddenly alert and full of life, and he took the remaining roll from under his robes and shoved the entire thing in his mouth with delight. There was slight bouncing on the bench as Flamsteed finished up his shouting, and the moment he ordered them to get to work, Callum had bounced from his bench and moved over toward the professor with urgency, struggling to devour the whole roll and choking briefly on the journey over, but he was fine. He swallowed the remaining bit as he neared the professor's side, his bright blue eyes eager and gentle. "Sir? I-- I will help, but I could not help but see your..." his eyes drifted toward the rock in the man's hand, "Pebbles."

The boy smiled, digging deep into his left robe pocket and pulled out three rocks, plus one that came from his right pocket on its own to keep it safer. "I collect rocks. These are my lucky ones. Those two there are black opals - I think the one there kind of looks like it has an image of a dragon breathing fire and the other looks a bit like a nebula if you look at them just right - and then I carry around amethyst and bornite, too. The bornite is my favorite one." It was not hard to see why. The colors were astounding, were they not?

The smile only broadened as he went on, and then came the first indication that Callum Kettleburn knew this was the wrong time to be discussing such things. "Can we talk rocks and geology and planetary science together some time, sir?" Could they? Please?

Arista breathed a sigh of relief thank goodness she hadn't killed or traumatized the girl. She clapped her hands and said "Yay, I was worried there for a second. Are you excited to be in Gryffindor!?" Alice seemed like a nice person, she would have to warm her up to the whole hugging stuff, she made a note to hug her whenever she got the chance now if she remembered that was a different story.

Arista eyed Candice yes that was exactly what was funny. "Oh no I was laughing at something else don't worry about it!!" She giggled and then added, "But now that you mention it, it is a tad bit funny that you have a badge. But I can't think of anyone else Flamsteed would have given in to." Goody two shoes, her? Oh no. "Definitely not I just know how not to caught." Or found out. Where in the world had she gotten that ridiculous idea from...

Arista smiled at Abby, "I know it seems like its been centuries!!!" Seriously it did seem like it had been that long but she knew she was just being dramatic, "What brings you to this neck of the woods?" She smiled and that she when she noticed the chaos that was starting to brew around her...Oh no...

So not only was a food fight going on someone had made it rain!!! She put her hands above her she loved the rain, where had she left her purse. OH YEAH!! It was by Hope! She walked back over to the girl who was under the table??? Okay... She sat down and said "Hey Hope! Making friends? Sorry about leaving in mid-conversation." The redhead smiled noting the gloom face of her friend she would ask but it looked like Spencer had it handled, good.

SPOILER!!: FURIOUS HOH

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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.

The redhead had barley picked up her purse when she noticed a furious Flamsteed suddenly at the Gryffindor table...Oh no!! She wouldn't have noticed if not for the yelling of Gryffindors being screamed at them. So it was a go to say he was mad.

Every last drop but that would take forever!!? At least everyone would be helping.

100 Points!!! Dang...That was crazy!

Holy heck-face he was going to explode wasn't he.... She asked a little bit to loud "Do you think hes going to burst a vein...??"

Oh thank goodness magical means are acceptable. Looking down at her appearance there was no way she was cleaning when she was soaking wet she might die!! At least it wasn't raining anymore. Looking back up at the Professor she grimaced she had never seen Professor Flamsteed look so...soo..mad!!

She finally picked up her small bag and got her wand out, she quickly performed the hot air charm and dried herself off looking at Hope and Spencer she asked, "Hope, Spencer, want me to dry you off?" She looked around they had a lot of work to do, good thing she had her wand and that others did as well because if they didn't they would be here for an eternity!!

While waiting for an answer Arista decided she might as well start pointing her wand at the area in front of them she said "Scourgify." Sigh this was going to take a while.

Uh oh.

BUSTED!!

Trixie immediately put her hands behind her back in an attempt to hide the potatoes and broccoli she was holding. It didn't matter though because the Professor was going to punish each and everyone of them anyway.

She opened her mouth to argue about the one hundred points the man was taking away from Gryffindor, surely a little food fight did not constitute that many points, but she noticed the vein pulsing in his neck and she quickly swallowed back her words. Not a good idea to anger someone that far gone, it could turn very ugly.

Awww maaaannnn!!

They had to clean AS well as losing points?? She HATED cleaning. "Oh come on! Not fair! I don't know how to do any magic yet." The whine in her tone was very clear and she tossed the broccoli she was holding, onto the table which unfortunately landed with a splat in the gravy bowl sending splashes of the brown liquid flying in all directions, hitting those close by.

Mumbling to herself Trixie started to eat her potato while she bent down to pick up a corn cob from off the floor. Obviously now was NOT a good time to ask the Professor about winning a year supply of chocolate frogs.

"You can all of the. I don't eat chocolate." She told Blaise. Its better she gave it to someone because she most definitely not going to eat it. "Sorry. I only have chocolate frogs." She's not the kind of person who liked to carry around candies with her. She didn't even eat those stuffs.

Then he said something about her being nicer than Yoongi. Well, that's a first. "Thanks." Take that Nicolei! Someone was calling her nice.

She's hoping that Moxley going to give the speech soon because she's pretty hungry and not to mention welcoming the newly sorted students was kinda hard especially when you have to deal with people shouting around at each other. Thank Merlin she's all the way down here not in the center of the table. But then one of the new firstie (Genny) was talking to her asking her name. "I'm Candice. You're Geneva Tate, right?" In case the girl was wondering how she knew her name, she watched her sorting earlier.

Candice turned her attention toward Colt "There's so many people in my house?" Snort. "Hate to break it to you, Colt but you have a lot of people too at your table." Just look at that Slytherin. There's so many of them. "Its okay. I was busy patrolling too. So no biggie." Shrug. She's not the kind of person who need to see her friends 24/7. Nope. She know everyone have their own lives too. She's the popular one? "Please I don't need the badge to be popular. I'm already are." Or she'd like to think that she's. But the badge did help. Sort of. "Nerdy? Excuse you! Its scream POWAAAH!"

The Sixth year noticed a new sorted girl who looked like she's her age (Genevieve Marie) . She must be a transfer student. "Hello there. Welcome to Gryffindor. Are you a transfer student?" She wondered where did she transfer from? Definitely not Durmstrang because she'd know her. "I'm Candice Messer." When they got back to their dorm she need to do some face exercise. She never been this nice to anyone since forever!

After welcoming the transfer student, Candice attention went back to Trixie. Oh! Her grandmother was a Hufflepuff? She got a brother who was a Hufflepuff too but that wasn't important.

"Ancient runes? Yuck. I never understand that subject." No offense for her uncle of course. She just didn't get that subject. Too many weird symbols. Her brain wasn't made for that stuffs.

Yes, thank you so much Sir Nicholas. No pressure at all.

Oh! Moxley finally going to give her speech.

ABOUT TIME!

She hoped this one going to be short because she's starving. Candice listened to what the Headmistress was saying in her speech. The speech was mostly introducing the new Professors. OH! Now she knew McSteamy, McDreamy and McVet' name. Professor Hirsch, Finch and Draper. Okay. She definitely going to remember their names as for other Professors she'll learn their names later.

FOOD! Finally!

One minutes she was enjoying her vegetables and the next there's commotion going on with Blaise and some of the younger students. Wait. Were they throwing food? Didn't they know that food meant to be eaten not throwing around? Kids. She saw they're aiming towards the Prefects. Yoongi was now covered with foods. She almost didn't recognize him. Almost. She heard Yoongi was saying something to Blaise and Bentley and because she's too far away from him she couldn't hear what he's saying. Probably asking them to stop. Didn't he know that kids HATE being told what to do? Just let them be and when they're finish that's when you take action.

Why couldn't she eat her food with peace? Guys, please!

Well, at least she's WAY over here so she's kinda safe from the food fight. Or she thought she was. Suddenly Colt was throwing food too. Not just any food but spaghetti. And some of the sauce went to her face. "COLT!" Seriously. She thought he's more mature than this. The Lioness tried to cleaned her face from the sauce when she heard Sir Nicholas saying something about hitting someone. Really, Sir Nicholas?

She looked over the Hufflepuff table and was considering to throw some foods towards the Hufflepuff male Prefect when the rain started pouring from the ceiling. Great. Just great. Now she's soaking wet. But it didn't stop there, one of the Ravenclaw (Haddie) was throwing a handful of soaked rolls and some of the rolls hit her. Now she's a complete mess. And top of it she just did her hair before she went to the Great Hall and now its ruin.

Candice quickly took out her wand from her robes and casted the drying spell. There. At least she's somehow presentable. Her eyes went to Trixie and used drying spell to dry her robes. No one wanted a wet robes at their first feast. Well, this was a HUGE mess.

She was about to clean her seat when she saw Flamsteed was coming towards their table.

WAIT. WHAT?!

They have to clean ALL of this?! And 100 points from Gryffindor?! But the term haven't even started yet! So much for winning the house cup again this term. At least she got her wand with her. Flamsteed didn't say they have to clean the muggle way so......

"Scourgify!" There her seat was now free from mashed potatoes. But she still has many places to clean. Gah! This was not how she imagined her sixth year going to be. Cleaning the Great Hall.

They're gonna talk about the plan later... Okay! She just gave Candice a small nod. Nervous? "You must be." Ava said to the Head Boy. Especially that he's replacing Zander... Wait, he's NOT REPLACING Zander. Remind that, Burton! Zander Adair was irreplaceable, at least for her.

"You want to meet my twin brother? Sure, he's in Ravenclaw but... not really a people person." She turned to Jessie. "Nice to meet you, Tenacius." It's a funny name, Tenacius. And she just nodded when the curly boy said that Tory had listened too much rock and roll... Maybe that's why her mother had never approved her to listen some muggle music. And when Genny asked her about the tip, she just said "Just be awesome and don't be afraid to speak up. And also, befriend with some cool upperclassmen." Hehehe.

"I dunno if we should help or not." She said to Trixie. "Maybe the healer would help...." Or not. Darn, you evil healer! That's her Head of House and why on earth you didn't do anyhing??? But at least the other staffs tried to help him...

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And now the speech happened. EEEEEEK!!!! That ugly hag was the Divination professor? Glad that she didn't really care about that subject. But she's gonna missed Professor Cassie and all the fun, like wearing pajamas to the class and the food. And as Blaise had planned, the young lioness started throwing mashed potatoes to Yoongi's hair and pudding to his face. HEHEHE. Don't take it seriously, okay? It's just a congratulatory note from her.

AND ALL THE MADNESS HAPPENED!

Ava just couldn't help but laughed at this. Seriously, this was FUN! But.... Why why.. Why there's suddenly raining here? And then Admiral Flamsteed, the one who just came back from the death came to their table and deducted 100 points from their house.

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What a good way to start the term.

And now Ava and her housemates have to clean up the mess, and a mandatory house meeting tomorrow.

Torrance was left in the dust err...well the puddles by the Head of House guy. He must be a surprisingly fast angry Olympic power walker. He slide on a Rain puddle and skidded to a halt before bumping into the rear of the Angry Man. He fell on his bum making a bit of a splash. Catching just the tail end of his Loud Lecture. 100 points gone, and they all had to clean up the mess of a food fight. They were allowed magic but Tory didn't know how to do any of that Cleaning Magic mumbo-jumbo. He never really watched his Aunts clean. Maybe save Aunt Charlie. She has 3 babies so there was a lot of....mumbo-jumbo... for her to clean from them. He was with her and Uncle Saul all summer so he had to help take out stinky diaper trash. "I can take out Trash." He just kind of said out of the blue. Maybe it was to the Head of House maybe it wasn't. He just sort of said it since Sanitation work was on his mind.

You should see him. Tory could lift at most 2 big bags of hefty garbage outside and them push one big trashcan to the curb. No trash could be not-lifted by Torrance Ugo Spades.

Then his stomach growled. He looked to the Table and it suddenly occurred to him. Bentley and Blaire's food fight Retaliation against the Prefects left him starving. He ran up to go hit the Hag with food only to be thwarted by his Uncle's talk of keeping Order. He patted his pockets that the spaghetti ammo was still in. No that would be a last resort.
He began peering at each of the different food items. Something must be salvageable...like soup. Soup would be unharmed by rainwater, and hey if some bread got in it it would just be matzah ball soup right?

Torrance could help clean by clearing the table of any and all foods that could be eaten. So he sat up from the puddle worked his way around the Professor guy, and sat down.

Aha! Lucky!! He looked at a dish which had a lid sitting over top it. He lifted the lid and.......NOTHING!?!

Oh this is just as bad as putting an empty carton of milk back in the Fridge!! What kind of Monsters!?!

Yoongi hadn't been this angry since his sister had broken his first wand but he couldn't compare the emotion with Professor Flamsteed who had marched towards them, a vein popping. He braced himself for the points loss as he was sure it was about to come after the speech and he found himself nodding his head in agreement that 100 points was a good number.

He would have taken down more though if he could cause not only had they been a digrace to the name of Gryffindor, they had also insulted an humiliated him.

Apart of him wanted to sit back down and eat the good food that was left over because he hadn't eaten a thing yet and cross his arms over each other and bark commands at the troublemakers BUT, Their Head of House had said every Gryffindor should help clean. Even the ones who didn't do anything and it was with those students in mind that he pointed his wand at himself to clean.

Looking as good as new, Yoongi glared at Blaise and Bentley as they were the biggest troublemakers right now and he hoped they realized what trouble they had cost that they ALL needed to pay for, innocent or not. And he did his best not to laugh at the kids remark of not having a wand. Good, let him scrape off the food with his bare hands.

And so, despite having been one of the main targets, Yoongi pointed his wand on some tomato soup on the floor and cleaned with a quick and easy spell. Because he was the Head Boy and he'd be damned if he didn't help out the innocent ones.

Feeling terribly proud of himself that his diverting of energies had worked, however temporarily, it was clear that Gryffindor - and the entire climate of the Great Hall for that matter - simply could NOT be tamed. The ghost's only lament was that he did not posses that capabilities of joining in the merriment!

But it all seemed over FAR too soon. Even though it seemed as though not even rain could dampen the lion's, and a few scattered members from other houses, fighting spirit. Quite admiral, really.

"Oh dear," the ghost whispered when his gaze fell upon the Head of House who was looking madder than he had ever seen the gentleman. This would not be pleasant. For anyone.

And it certainly was not.

Gliding backwards a bit after the professor's look, Sir Nicholas took it upon himself to look towards each of the Gryffindors and try to read their expressions. Good Merlin, professor! You were crushing their spirits! And they all had such fight in them!

Moving through the table, the ghost purposefully approached the professor and continued to offer encouraging - and cheeky - smiles to each Gryffindor he passed. "Excuse me, Professor Flamsteed," he said softly. "Perhaps this is not the best way to start off the term? At this rate all of them will go to bed hungry and be malnourished for lessons tomorrow." Outside of the trauma to being introduce to their Head of House's bulging vein. "Cold sandwiches, perhaps?" Because surely he would not expect them to eat this soggy meal. Not even a ghost would wish to pass through that to try and savor flavours. "And I did egg them on a little, so the fault is not entirely their own. Not to mention those that were directly involved are showing sincere signs of remorse."

Genny was still eating her food under the table with her head barely visible to watch what was going on. The mashed potatoes smeared on people's head, the rain ruining all the good pudding, the vegetables flying back and forth despite the rain, the shouts, the.... head of house's red face approaching them all. ABORT ABORT ABORT.

She rose from her kneeling position and slowly sat back on the wet bench, being scolded but actually watching the man's neck veins pop out and in alternatively as he spoke. There was this moment where she was sure he'd drop the rock... or throw it at someone's head. That was until he held it up like in lion king (she watched that) and presented it as 'Pebbles'. Ooooh, so was it, like, their deity? Should they feel shame that Pebbles shared Flamsteed's outrage? Genny felt nothing. She was ashamed of this.

The punishment, of course, was cleaning. Duh. Although to be fair it was the RAIN that made everything worse not the-- WHAT DID HE SAY? Magical means are acceptable...Magical means are acceptable...Magical means are acceptable..."Okay!" Genny jumped to her feet excitedly and snatched her wand out of her pocket. She'd be HONORED to be punished with the others if it meant finally using her wand without the sneaking or the guilt. This food fight idea was a GREAT one! Maybe they should do it more often and she'd just sweep in when the punishment is out.

She lifted her robes' sleeves and looked at all the mess with wide, a little crazy eyes. There was a puddle of pudding right there in front of her so she aimed for that. "Scourgify!" She knew the incantation and wand movement to most common spells... did they work? Errr... not so much.

Thomas being Thomas hadn't noticed anything was going on until it started to rain in the great hall.....He looked up mouth full of food and ready to yell at whomever did it and that's when he realized there was food being flown all over and then the rain was just making it worse... What in the world he had been so focused on eating he hadn't noticed the madness.

OH NO WHAT WAS GOING ON NOW!!

Oh its just Flamsteed....AN ANGRY FLAMSTEED!! He looked over at everyone at the table he had never seen Flamsteed angry and this right here frightened him...

100 POINTS!!! WHAT the semester hadn't even started!!! He frowned just his luck.

He got up dried himself off with his wand and walked over to Arista, "Hey babe." He wrapped an arm around her, what in the heck did he miss when he was scarfing down his food. He planted a kiss on her cheek before looking around at the mess..."Well maybe I should start helping with this cleaning thing..." He grabbed hold of his wand once more and pointed at some juice near Arista and said "Scourgify!"

Caught literally red handed (or perhaps nobody had noticed her involvement?) Charlotte lowered her tomato soup covered hands and looked at her head of house, and his pet rock, and blinked a few times. Why was... why was he so mad? Blaise has been RIGHT about it being fun, even if she still had no idea where HE had come up with the idea. What did Flamsteed mean about passing go? And where were the 200 Galleons that they weren't allowed to collect? (how could they have collected it before he said not to collect it if it wasn't there?). Blahblah blah festivities canceled, blah blah blah peas blah blah blah butterbeer blah blah blaaah--oh look, her little brother had fallen in love with Flamsteed's pet rock probably. This didn't come as a shock to Char. Rocks were to Callum as snails were to her -- blah blah blah fingerpointing blah blah cleanliness blah blah blah magical means acceptable blah blah blah 100 points (how did you take away 100 from nothing? Charlotte shrugged this off, feeling no particular impact from this, or concern about the points in the first instance) blah blah blah consequences blah blah blah house meeting.

... wait.... so they had to clean up? But why? They had house elves?

House elves could do it in like a snap! AND the rain had just made things worse, right? Charlotte puzzled through all this and belatedly stepped down off the bench seat. It also hadn't yet occurred to her that she hadn't eaten. TOO MUCH excitement to worry about that right yet!

She shrugged and, after wiping tomato soupy hands on her robes, pulled her wand out, the prospect of using spells to clean things was still fun and new enough that she didn't mind.

"Tergeo!" She cast, siphoning up some liquid. Heheeee. This was STILL fun. Heeee!

Bentley was positively thrilled with how everything turned out. To him justice was most definitely served and it was worth all the punishment that would follow because of what they did.

What was even more rewarding was the fact that everyone looked so happy. It was a vast different from the bored faces of last term. The twelve year old took a moment to soak all this up.

Absolutely surreal.

Waiment...eh? Oh Liv!

Hahaha..Bentley figured why not join in the dancing, (Rooney singing in the background)...in the rain..covered in food and Merlin only knew what with his new awesome friend, on top of the gryffindor table a midst all the chaos. There was just something absolutely beautiful about it all....

until....

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerlin he looks unhappy...." Bentley looked between Blaise and Olivia, then at their head of house.

Bentley smiled as the man raged on....he wasn't half as scary looking as he bet he hoped he looked, but then Bentley knew scary adult...his grandma was something to behold when she got angry.

He gave the man an exaggerated bow with a pretend hat.

"As you wish Sir Head of house." He hopped off the table and began swiping the food from the table to the ground.

Spencer appeared from under the table and shivered and nodded. "Yes Arista, that would be nice, I'm freezing!"said Spencer letting out a small sneeze. Uh-oh, he was starting to get sick, on the first night at Hogwarts he was sick. 'Stupid rain!'Spencer thought to himself as he sneezed once again. Maybe when he's done, he'll ask Thomas and Arista where the Hospital wing was to get something to tak before he gotten to bad. "Hope are you ok, not getting sick or anything? "Spencer asked her.

Spencer stopped and looked at what appeared to be a very angry and various man, who was he? It was obvious he was a Professor, but was he their head of house? Spencer's question was all the sudden answered, and he was right, he was their head of house. Wow...he was scary when he was mad, and was that a vein popping out, how often did he get mad like this was it often? Well...this wasn't the way he wanted to meet his head of house, but none the less, he finally met him at last. Spencer heard from his cousin Savannah, that he was cool but a bit weird and taught Astronomy, one of Spencer's favorite subject.


Spencer had a look of shock and horror on his face. Gryffindor just lost a hundred points and the term hasn't even started yet, well...good thing they could win them back right? Spencer sighed when they were told that they were going to clean the whole Great Hall. Well...this was how he really wanted to spend his first night as a official Gryffindor student, what was he suppose to do? He didn't know any spell. Well...help in the muggle way, he knew how to do that, being raised by the muggle way he knew how to do things the muggle way. He gotten some pie out of his hair and set it down on the table.


This was going to be a long night, good thing most majority of the Gryffindors knew magic to clean this up, Spencer was gathering the food in a big pile so Thomas or Arista could clean it up he couldn't do much, but he could help some. He was glad that they were able to use magic, probably would take them forever to clean it the muggle way, it was freaking huge! Spencer was hungry though, if they ate some of the food would that help? He was just kidding on that, it was ruined and touched by others, yuck! Maybe they'll eat later, more like cold sandwiches, not what he wanted but hey it was something to eat. Once again, NOT how he pictured this night, not at all.

Alice turned back to Blaise, still unsure what his quill even did.. Hm "So it makes up a story when people say stuff and junk?" the ever the eloquent eleven year old asked.

Then Callum spoke to her, who seemed instantly very popular. But maybe that was because his sister was already a Gryffindor? "Good! it's nice to meet you, Callum!" Alice was all smiles, making friends was the thing she'd been looking forward to the most about school. "Do you like climbing trees?" Because that's what she wanted to do once she could walk the grounds, climb a tree and find some friends to do so with.

Arista spoke again and Alice just nodded. "Yes, i'm very excited.. My brother and my dad were Gryffindors too! I cant wait to tell them." it would be wonderful to get their reactions. Arista seemed like a nice older student.. Alice just had to be prepared for the hugs.

The next moment some blonde guy who Alice assumed was the Professor she was told would have lots of space puns to tell seemed very angry about the food fight? Was this not a normal thing here?... Oh.. apparently not... and now she'd have to CLEAN... Alice Lupin had never cleaned anything more than her own room a day in her life! This was an outrage! She was tired and soaked from the stupid rain, had food on her clothes and hadn't thrown one bit of it! And now she had to clean.... Now Alice was grumpy. She couldn't even clean with magic because she didn't KNOW any magic... because that's why she was here.. to learn magic now be some kind of house elf, Thank you Very much Professor Cranky Spaceman.

As Colt was finished throwing the spaghetti, he shrugged at Candice and didn't think he did anything wrong. "What!? Might as well join them! I mean this had been a dream of mine since I was a kid! I always wanted to be in a food fight." Well at least his dream had come true. He laughed when food got on Candice's face. He grinned and wiped it off her. "See now it is all better.." he smiled. "You got a little something in your hair though..." he teased. When he was finished and splattered with lots of food, he looked around and it was so filthy with the rain that happened and all the food on the ground. He looked at Candice and she looked angry. "Oh come on don't be such a goody two shoes, you wanted to throw food too.." he grinned. Then he saw the teachers come down to the tables and he went over to his. "See ya later.." he muttered to Candice.

Busy with cleaning mashed potatoes and even a chicken leg from the wall, Yoongi had decided to ignore each and every single one of the troublemakers even if they asked for help. He would help the ones who had nothing to do with it but not THEM.

His anger still hadn’t subsided as he walked back to the table and started to clean up the pumpkin juice with a wave of his wand. He couldn’t wait for the meeting tomorrow, he hoped he could say his word there. Oh he had already began planning his speech! Just wait you disrespectful , annoying little…….

……..WHAT?!

Yoongi had seen Nealy Headless Nick gliding through the table towards their Head of House and as he was cleaning nearby now he also heard him and what he had said made him break a goblet with a spell he hadn’t meant to cast. Not entirely their fault?! SHOWING SINCERE SIGNS OF REMORSE?! Yoongi GLARED at the back of the Ghost's head.

Showing sincere signs of remorse! The Head Boy scoffed LOUDLY so they did hear that he wasn't agreeing with him and then went back to repairing the broken goblet.

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Holy heck-face he was going to explode wasn't he.... She asked a little bit to loud "Do you think hes going to burst a vein...??"

Oh thank goodness magical means are acceptable. Looking down at her appearance there was no way she was cleaning when she was soaking wet she might die!! At least it wasn't raining anymore. Looking back up at the Professor she grimaced she had never seen Professor Flamsteed look so...soo..mad!!

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Seriously? S to the e to the r to the i to the o...okay, he did not have the patience to finish that spelling in his head, nor the attention span, but it took the Head of House no time at all to swoop down upon the Gryffindor with more crazy eyes.

"While your cooperation is appreciated the tone is not. 5 points from Gryffindor."

ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY MENTION THE VEIN AND NOT RECEIVE SOME PUNISHMENT.

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Moving through the table, the ghost purposefully approached the professor and continued to offer encouraging - and cheeky - smiles to each Gryffindor he passed. "Excuse me, Professor Flamsteed," he said softly. "Perhaps this is not the best way to start off the term? At this rate all of them will go to bed hungry and be malnourished for lessons tomorrow." Outside of the trauma to being introduce to their Head of House's bulging vein. "Cold sandwiches, perhaps?" Because surely he would not expect them to eat this soggy meal. Not even a ghost would wish to pass through that to try and savor flavours. "And I did egg them on a little, so the fault is not entirely their own. Not to mention those that were directly involved are showing sincere signs of remorse."

Still huffing and puffing and looking as though he were about to blow the entire Great Hall down, the astronomer nearly growled at the house ghost like some rabid dog.

Remorse? Airey gave his lions a rudimentary look over and raised a brow. He was pretty sure that remorse was not synonymous with looking pleased with one's self, and despite how positively livid the man was right now - for what reason exactly he was unwilling to share - even he had to admit that Sir Nicholas had a point.

Gryffindors DID need to eat.

"Noble as your words may be, Sir Nicholas, it is hardly as though you are capable of placing food in their hands. That was their choice," he replied to the ghost, nostrils still flaring and face a slightly less bright shade of red. "Still...it would be irrationally heartless of me to send the entire house off to bed hungry," he consented, removing his wand once again from his enchanted breast pocket and giving it a lavish wave. Soon, a silvery roadrunner was scampering about the table and eventually jumping through the wall near the entrance of the Great Hall to head towards the kitchens.

If it would not have come across as some other noise, the astronomer would have made sounds like a deflating balloon as he slouched down on one of the benches; completely unfazed by the fact that his rear end was now soaked.

Sweet solstice.

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"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.

Fingers pushed against his forehead - perhaps in a subconscious attempt to push the vein back in - he looked up at Mr. Blaise when the boy spoke. His blue eyes, while no less stern, certainly did lack the crazy Klingon level rage he had just demonstrated not 5 minutes ago.

Gryffindors could thank Sir Nicholas for that. As someone who had been at Hogwarts for centuries, the Astronomy professor respected the ghost's words and opinions greatly. Especially since he had been among one of the many Gryffindors to pass through these halls that the house ghost had helped bail out of trouble.

"What have we discussed previously about you and your wand, Mr. Blaise?" he inquired, rubbing his temples. "I ought to make you go up and retrieve it, but I will spare you that for now." Flicking his wand, the professor tapped one of the plates on the table to transfigure it into a dust pan and then a knife into a small hand held broom. "You may use these. For now." His blue eyes bore into the Gryffindor, searching for the confirmation to the question he had not yet asked. "Tell me, Mr. Blaise, before you get to work. Is there anything which you would like to share with me? About all this?"

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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?

Airey raised his hand at Miss Neverwinter's words. "No no, I will not have any of you desecrating your robes further by turning them into instruments of cleanliness. But your flexibility and willingness to sacrifice for the greater good is duly noted and appreciated."

Really....Airey was pleasantly surprised at how every Gryffindor had taken to his orders without so much as a peep. Just owning up to actions and setting to clean up the mess they had created. Perhaps Sir Nicholas DID have a point.

Hmmm.

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Even though the man was still yelling and taking points away from them, Callum was suddenly alert and full of life, and he took the remaining roll from under his robes and shoved the entire thing in his mouth with delight. There was slight bouncing on the bench as Flamsteed finished up his shouting, and the moment he ordered them to get to work, Callum had bounced from his bench and moved over toward the professor with urgency, struggling to devour the whole roll and choking briefly on the journey over, but he was fine. He swallowed the remaining bit as he neared the professor's side, his bright blue eyes eager and gentle. "Sir? I-- I will help, but I could not help but see your..." his eyes drifted toward the rock in the man's hand, "Pebbles."

The boy smiled, digging deep into his left robe pocket and pulled out three rocks, plus one that came from his right pocket on its own to keep it safer. "I collect rocks. These are my lucky ones. Those two there are black opals - I think the one there kind of looks like it has an image of a dragon breathing fire and the other looks a bit like a nebula if you look at them just right - and then I carry around amethyst and bornite, too. The bornite is my favorite one." It was not hard to see why. The colors were astounding, were they not?

The smile only broadened as he went on, and then came the first indication that Callum Kettleburn knew this was the wrong time to be discussing such things. "Can we talk rocks and geology and planetary science together some time, sir?" Could they? Please?

It was these thoughts that continued to deflate the astronomer - sans any noise - and thus made him able to look at the first year with only glimmers of his previous rage in his blue eyes.

An admirable of Pebbles? Why, the man always had time to...

OH SWEET SOLSTICE WOULD YOU LOOK AT THOSE?!

"That certainly is a fine example of crystallization process of Cu5FeS4 in the orthorhombic system," he said in awe. "Certainly an impressive collection, Mr. Kettleburn. Impressive indeed, and your black opals are quite striking, don't you agree, Pebbles?" He paused to give his pet rock an impressed look before looking back to the Gryffindor. "My office door is always open for visitors, unless you would like to meet else where. The astrophysics laboratory, for example."

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Awww maaaannnn!!

They had to clean AS well as losing points?? She HATED cleaning. "Oh come on! Not fair! I don't know how to do any magic yet." The whine in her tone was very clear and she tossed the broccoli she was holding, onto the table which unfortunately landed with a splat in the gravy bowl sending splashes of the brown liquid flying in all directions, hitting those close by.

Mumbling to herself Trixie started to eat her potato while she bent down to pick up a corn cob from off the floor. Obviously now was NOT a good time to ask the Professor about winning a year supply of chocolate frogs.

"Life is not fair, Miss Jenkins," the professor informed the girl, his tone not exactly belittling but not the most encouraging either. "I suggest you invest yourself in a helmet and buckle up, your seven years at Hogwarts will be a bumpy ride."

Alright, now his tone was light and....airy.

"You may ask an older student to teach you if you wish. I am sure Miss Messer or Mr. Hyland would be more than willing to assist you." He quickly glance towards the Head Boy and prefect with a quick wink.

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"I can take out Trash." He just kind of said out of the blue. Maybe it was to the Head of House maybe it wasn't. He just sort of said it since Sanitation work was on his mind.

"You will remain here in the Great Hall until you are dismissed," he informed the young man. "And the house elves will be along soon with proper food, so up you go and help your housemates."

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He gave the man an exaggerated bow with a pretend hat.

"As you wish Sir Head of house." He hopped off the table and began swiping the food from the table to the ground.

The over the top deliver fell on deaf ears - blind eyes - as the astronomer simply interpreted it all as meaning...well...what the astronomer wanted it to mean.

With all of their combined efforts...they may actually make it back to the common room before midnight. Maybe.

It was the first day the studentsies were back, and Beezley had already been asked to help out! Beezley was so happy to help out, yes she was! She reacted to the patronus almost immediately, and before long, she appeared in the Great Hall.

"Oh, no, Masters and Mistresses! What has happened? Beezley sees great mess, and Beezley should get to cleaning," the little elf said. She looked down at the tray of food and drink she had carried in with her. It was filled with as many sandwiches and bottles of water and milk she could fit on there.

The elf looked up at Master Flamsteed with large, saddened eyes. "Beezley has delivered food and drinks to the studentsies and and to anyone else who needs them," she said. "Beezley sees great mess. Beezley offers her services."

...and she had worked SO HARD to get things ready for the studentsies. What had happened?

First day with the studentses, and Quirly has been asked to help! She is glad to help out, though she wishes she could help young masters and mistresses in cleaning the messesses.

She rushed to give helps as soon as she heard the patronus, yes she did!

Carrying a tray with foods and drinks, Quirly follows after Beezley. She is a good elf, yes she is! She helps out by making foods. She looks at Master Flamsteed with big eyes. "Quirly has come with what was asked! She offers her service to help clean mess."

It makes her sad not to help clean. Quirly wants to do a good job and be a good elf!

Oh see? There were some house elves now! Charlotte somehow brightened up even more upon seeing them and they even had non-soggy food! She tergeo'd another patch of liquid goo that had become an indefinite brown mass of who knew what, and beamed at Quirly and Beezley.

"We had a food fight!" She told the elves enthusiastically, not adding on the part about how fun it was because that was entirely evident in her bearing, "and now we are cleaning up! Are you going to help us? You are very good elves, Quirly and Beezley!"

The only thing that could pry his eyes away from the Professor, even as Amur tried to nudge him away, was that girl pointing out his vein. Of all the times to do a thing like that. Even HE knew it wasn't a good idea and he'd just orchestrated a food fight! Merlin....The Second Year finally turned back to the man, awaiting his response because quite frankly he was sure that if he used his robes like Amur suggested then his mum's sixth sense would kick in and she'd kill him sooner than she was already going to for this mess. She didn't buy them for him to mop the floors afterall, consider him happy Airey said not to.

But then the attention was back on him and suddenly he wished he had taken the nudging and turkey grabbing like the older girl had been trying to demonstrate.

What had he been told about his wand? A LOT of things, Sir, but he would admit he knew where he was going with this. "I...it slipped my mind Professor. I'm afraid I'm still getting used to taking it everywhere I go." It was more of a nuisance than anything else but he would take this as a warning NOT to leave it when he had Astronomy. Noted.

Obediently the boy took the mini broom and scooper that were offered and muttered his gratitude for not receiving a full on lecture about needing to use magic. Blaise moved a step closer to Amur, willing to follow her along with the cleaning that Bentley seemed PERFECTLY HAPPY ABOUT but the Professor stopped him in his tracks. Something he wanted to say? About this? He lowered his equipment and gave a quick glance to his cousin before taking a deep breath and staring the man dead on. "There is Professor but I'm afraid I'm not always as great with words as my quill and you might take this the wrong way. This could have been avoided if the Prefects, specifically the Ravenclaw ones, hadn't been right awful jerks to Bentley on the train. A badge isn't a reason to be mean to someone smaller than you, it's not a reason to be mean at all." He paused at the appearance of the elves, ever grateful one was talking about bringing food and the other wanting to CLEAN FOR THEM but then his gaze rested on his Head of House again. "I am sorry it ruined the feast for everyone but I'm not sorry I caught one in the head with mashed potatoes and got gravy in the other's hair." This was where Sir Nick needed to come in with more encouraging words. The ghost clearly had SOME effect.

Yoongi had seen the nod in his direction while Professor Flamsteed had been talking to Trixie. A newest addition to the Gryffindor team and also one of the food throwers. He would have refused offering help but the girl hadn’t thrown food at him. UNLIKE A FEW OTHERS. And he couldn’t refuse the Head of House now could he?

Face expressionless but his jaw clenched, Yoongi walked towards the two before standing beside them. “I heard you , Sir. I can help her out, I don’t think they deserves help but I will” Just a honest opinion of the Head Boy they had aimed for, had the man not seen that? oh no wait, he had been unconscious! Merlin's Beard....

He turned to Trixie, looking at her picking up food with her hands and resisted rolling his eyes. “I’ll teach you two spells that come in handy now, if you don't want my help say so now and i'll get Candice” he said without a smile but his tone was definitely softer now. He couldn't stay mad forever, he knew they were just having fun but that fun was at the cost of him and he would not forget that. "Take out your wand"

Ooooh House elves! Poor creatures. They had made this food with their hard work and it got ruined because SOME OF THEM decided to ‘have some fun’ ugh.

POP!

Nimma appeared not long after Beezley and Quirley, a large silver platter the size of her own elf body containing even MORE sandwiches balanced upon her upturned palms. There were some sandwiches piled with meats, others WITHOUT meats - Nimma had learned about the veggie-terry-ins, yes she had! - and hurried to join her fellow house elves, her bare feet splashing along parts of the floor that were still wet from the rain.

"Nimma has more foods for the studentsies!" she supplied helpfully, trying her very, very best to ignore the messy, messy hall as the Master of Stars had instructed. "Does the masters need more? Should Nimma gets more drinks?" Nimma did not want the studentsies to go to bed hungry and thirsty on their very first night back at school, no she did not!

Well...he HAD asked and really ought to have recalled that the Gryffindor was of the loose lips variety. Which actually worked in his favor right now because he almost had an entire picture painted. Almost. There were some minor details that were missing - such as what exactly it was that had been said to the two lions, but knowing what he knew of the two Raveclaw prefects...well...he had serious doubts that it had been anything too terrible.

"Nor is feeling slighted a reason for retaliation in the form of bullying and will not be tolerated," he retorted, eyes narrowing on Mr. Blaise and then moving towards his apparent partner in crime, Mr. Moore. A piece of the puzzle he was merely theorizing, but judging from how pleased with himself the latter was carrying himself...well...he felt good about his chances. "I will be expecting both of you in my office tomorrow after our house meeting to discuss this more and you both will be assigned additional punishments. Letters will be sent home to both of you families tonight."

Airey bowed his heads to the house elves as they appeared, bringing food and drink for the students. He simply gave Mr. Hyland a look, but said nothing more as the Head Boy set to work assisting the younger students anyway.

"Thank you Beezly, Quirly, and Nimma," he thanked the house elves. And did Miss Kettleburn really have to look so giddy about the whole thing? Concise as her answer had been - and an indication that not everyone had known the purpose of this food fight, which helped dissipate his frustrations with his house further. "We do not require your services further. You all have done more than enough this evening, thank you."

And the house elves would be hearing more thank you and apologies over the coming days. He would see to that.

"Alright Gryffindors, there is some non-soggy food here for you," he called, grabbing a sandwich for himself that he then began to eat while he continued his sweep of the table with his wand. "If I see even the crust of bread thrown at someone you'll get the opportunity to join detention with the Slytherin Head of House."

Now wait just a minute.

Was their head of house really going to side with the older kids? It was a good thing they got their justice for themselves. He frowned and hung his head as the man reprimanded them. Not that he regretted it or anything but he didn't suppose snickering would win them any favours.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!" Did he really need to write home to their parents? They were already being punished and were being made to do house elf work....owling their parents was a bit much.

He eyed Blaise and shook his head, while whispering "Say nothing."

Clearly they'd have to write letters of their own to their parents to cushion the blow some what or they'd both be dead.

Sigh....He supposed he ought to continue cleaning up....suddenly though, he'd completely lost his appetite.

Man...what would life be like as a ghost?