Oh, look. The rat man had decided to show up. "Hello, Professor! Were you in Hufflepuff?" She was rather curious. She was also happy because Professor Myers was going to play for them later. "Can you play a Hufflepuff song, Professor Head of House?" Esme wasn't sure what to call him, so she was rotating though all his titles.

After giving the Friar a smile and thumbs up, Esme set to work. Choosing her first pot, she carefully painted it gold before adding a black badger to it. Not the best work, but she thought it was pretty enough. She was better with instruments than she was with paint brushes. As an added touch, she added a few sunflowers. "How's this?" she asked as she held out the pot for him to see. She hoped that he would like it, but he seemed to be in a very good mood as he was dancing.

JUNO HAD ARRIVED.

Esme knew she was coming; that was why she had left a spot for her. No one else was allowed to sit there besides her sister.

She gave a small smile. Juno was not having a good day today. "I won't let anyone else mess up your hair." They could BOTH deal with the person who tried. It would be a lot of fun. Smirk. "We're painting pots, and I just did one for the Fat Friar. A Hufflepuff one with some sunflowers." She showed it to her sister.

Henric rolled his eyes at Noel. "We're having a welcoming party. Professor Myers thought of having one, if you're not joining us, there's food's over there, fill your stomach with them, okay? Be nice." That was all that had to be said before moving on to this loud-mouth child(Brady) to deal with. Should he reply or ignore his comment? ....WHAT? Stalker mode? "This is my dorm too, Brady. You're the one who is in my path and being rude." He told the boy bluntly before passing him and his friend a smile.

Poor Esme trying to diffuse his tense situation with Brady but there was no way he could do that! The boy should learn some manners first! Henric smiled at her, "Probably going to paint dragons, how about you Esme? Are you joining us?"

Henric head to the pot painting section and saw Professor Myers and a few others there too. He waved to them all before grabbing a red apron to put on. "Hey Norah! What are you going to paint?" he asked his co-prefect and peered over her work.

He was glad 'most' of them are enjoying their welcoming party so far! Even the house ghost and a new potions professor joining them! Great!

AND, OH BLOODY MERLIN! WHAT'S BRADY DOING NOW??!! NOT THE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!

"YOU LITTLE-!!!! Get your big head out of there!" Henric rushed to the scene. He grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to pull him out.

Paul laughed at Kat. "HA! A paintbrush?! Of course not! I have my hands, m'dear!" he held up his now paint covered hands. "See?" hehe. He was releasing his inner child, ok? OK?

He waved at Esme's twin, Juno, as she slipped inside. "Hello, Juno! So glad you've joined us!" The more the merrier! He turned back to his pot to finish the yellow stars...he wanted to add some bright pink stars, too. He wanted COLOR and LOTS OF IT!

At Esme's words, Paul thought for a minute, swiping the pot with his pinky since he wanted smaller strokes right now and the pinky was OBVIOUSLY the smallest finger. "If I think of a Hufflepuff song, m'dear, I will certainly play it." He had to try to remember or...something. "Er--Friar?" he asked, looking over at the dancing ghost (which made Paul chuckle a lot), "Do YOU know any Badger songs?"

Next thing Paul knew..Henric's raised voice pierced through him, and he wondered WHAT in the world could make the prefect sound so sharp like that! Well, it looked like none other than BRADY, sticking his head under the chocolate fountain.....

Paul was half appalled, half...amused...and...he wasn't sure how to handle this? Henric seemed to hurt by it! So he...cupped his hands in the pink paint and...

Casually splashed Brady with it. All down his back. "OOOOOOPS!" the professor said loudly, before standing up, SLOWLY. "My...APOLOGIES, Brady--" he quickly met gazes with both Henric and Norah..."Prefects, I think it is time."

And with that, he took another splash of paint, this time RED, and splattered some across little Esme, just on her side, not on her face or anything, and CACKLED!

...."PAINT FIGHT!"


...and then, "Why yes, Brady, I AM in a band!"

Norah snuck another finger full of frosting and swallowed it before grinning at Brady so he'd SEE how happy she was to talk to him. "'Course I want to talk to you!" DUH. She wanted to talk to EVERYBODY, whether or not they had a rude side sometimes. Everybody had something, it wasn't his fault. "You seem like a lovely little bean." She wasn't entirely sure if calling somebody a little bean was something she was supposed to do, but it was too late now. Something about firsties just brought it out of her. If she didn't think it was the most obnoxious thing in the entire world, she might even be tempted to pat one of their heads. But she wouldn't. 'Cause if anybody patted HER head, they'd be immediately erased out of ALL her good books (there were a lot of good people, okay?), and she sure didn't want to be erased just yet. She opened her mouth again to continue the conversation, but all of a sudden his HEAD was in the CHOCOLATE, and Norah had to cover her mouth with her hand so nobody could see the absolute explosion of giggles that burst out of her. Well, they could probably hear it or something, but it was a valiant effort. Luckily Henric took over the scolding 'cause she was having a great deal of trouble getting herself together, but as soon as he put his hands on the younger boy's shoulders, she softly laid a hand on HIS shoulder. "Hey, Henric. It's okay." That was calm code for UNHAND HIM BEFORE SOMEBODY GETS HURT, but they probably didn't need a second prefect yelling.

With that disaster hopefully averted, Norah turned her attention to some pot painting, dipping a brush in purple paint as she smiled at the firstie who was looking awfully cute with her mouth all surprised like that. "Y'don't have to call me miss, Kat." MISS. That sounded so grown up. Heh. "It's nice to meet you, though! This awesome house will be even awesomer, now that you're here." She could feel it in her bones. Same went for Esme--or was it Juno?--when she arrived with her twin in tow. Another Puff (Lucy) got a grin and a wave before the sixth year looked down at her pot again and attempted to paint a flower, which ended up looking more like an eggplant, but it was good enough. She'd go talk to that firstie later, but in the mean time it was PAINT FIGHT TIME. With a loud whoop, Norah set her pot down and scooped up a handful of purple paint, which she promptly chucked at Noel and his pretty hair, and then another, which she sent flying in Henric's direction. AW YES.

Carl had seen the ghost in the feast and knew there were others around the school, but could not help but step back a little when the Fat Friar made his way over. Ghosts were scary. Actually, the Friar was not very scary. On the contrary, he was cheerful. The Hufflepuff waved back with a smile.


"Thank you!" Carl replied to Professor Myers, waving again. He stuffed his chocolate marshmallows into his mouth, managing a nod and something resembling a smile. The bit about eating was now accomplished. Now for the painting! He grabbed a little pot for himself along with a paintbrush, but ignored the smocks. He was wearing old clothes, so he did not care it he got dirty - in fact, he would prefer it!


What? Stick his head under the chocolate fountain? He grinned. He thought the girl was joking.

Apparently not. Next thing he knew, Brady had his head in the fountain and his mouth full of chocolate. Carl was tempted to join in, but with Henric yelling and pulling him out, it was probably unwise to cause more trouble for the Prefects.


And anyway, there was a paint fight! Carl watched the scene excitedly before looking down at his plain pot. He had not painted anything yet. Oh well, he was never any good at art.

His hands were not big enough to cause any major trouble, so he filled his small pot with red paint (his favorite color!) and splashed it at the nearest person - Henric! Good thing he was shorter than the older boy, because the paint only landed on his side and not his face.

This was so fun!

Juno smiled at her sister. She was always so happy and full of sunshine. She loved that about her...and sometimes wished she could be more like her. Esme was a lot like their mother in that way. She gave her sister a little wink at that comment about her hair. Juno knew that of either of them she would be the one blowing something or someone up if her hair got messed up again.

She gave her sister a small giggle at her pot. It was adorable. "It's very cute, Essy. I think the Friar will love it." She was about to start painting her own pot when suddenly her sister was covered in red paint by the professor.

Juno gasped. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING! She would not be covered in paint. She would not have to fix her hair again today. Just not happening. "Esme are you alright?" She probably wouldn't care and would laugh about it and enjoy a paint fight, but Juno was just not in the mood for this.

She gave the death glare to anyone and everyone that even thought about putting paint on her!

Tasty treats and painting. Art didn't mind a bit of painting. The thought made him chuckle to himself, before he realised it was just too good not to share. "I'm going to make an Art mural..." he laughed, and added "get it? Art... mural?" and laughed some more.

Relax? Yes... that would be good. He shrugged his shoulders up and down a few times, feeling the joints warm up. That was a good way to relax, he thought, with warm joints.

Art saw a young lady walk up to them. He recognised her from the train, but couldn't remember her name. Had she told them? "Er N-no I was in Gryffindor," he said with a proud nod. Well, Gryffinclaw. "But Hufflepuffs are an extraordinary people aren't they?" he said with a grin. The nicest of chaps, they were. Or ladies. Nice people.

Art had ventured over to the refreshments table and had poured himself a cup of tea. He enjoyed it, it was lovely, but why was he here if not to paint? Painting was definitely in order. So he put on a yellow smock, grabbed a pot, and started to paint it. First it was black. Then he added a few white shapes, some coloured squiggles, and sponged a few light splots on it.

But...

Paint Fight??

Yes, it was a paint fight! He scooped some of his black paint out and chucked it at whoever was near him, all the whilst laughing with glee.

"Nice to meet you Katerina!" Kay said happily. "Are you enjoying this party? The curly haired girl asked before grabbing another sandwich
and started to munch on it

While waiting for Kat's response she watched as the paint fight start, she can't believe that the professor start it! She started to giggle at the craziness of it all when she got hit with black paint on the front of her shirt. She was startled but recovered quickly and scooped up some yellow paint and threw at the directions the paint came from. She gasped in horror when she realized it was aimed straight at the other professor that arrived earlier. She winced when the yellow paint went flying straight into his face.

Scarlett knew they were supposed to wear old clothes, but just because they were painting didn't mean she had to be all gaudy and whatnot. She had just thrown on some cute paint splatter leggings - if she got paint on them, who would know??

Scarlett didn't know where to start. There were SO MANY people here, and she wanted to talk to ALL of them, but it was kind of overwhelming. The professor who was running it all seemed pretty cool. The atmosphere was fun. She decided to just start painting, and eventually, she knew someone would wander over and start talking to her. That was a good start!

Grabbing a pot, she sat down, crossed her legs, and started to think about how she wanted to decorate it. HMMMMM.

POP!

Toddles comes in and helps with parties. Yes Toddles does. Toddles is good elfs. Toddles helps. Toddles sees studenties happies. Toddles likes happies studenties. Toddles has foods yes Toddles does. Toddles helps get bad foods. Yes Toddles does. Toddles cleans bad foods. Toddles gives studenties goods foods.

Toddles sees colors. Toddles sees lots of colors. Toddles not knows. Toddles is confused.

Now that the paint fight had BEGUN, Paul was in...competitive mode. Not that there was any sort of winner or anything, but STILL. He threw some yellow paint right at Art, cackling like mad as he did so.

THIS WAS SO FUN!

Poor Henric was getting a LOT of paint, wasn't he? Heehehee, Paul thought it was vERY funny, so he splashed the prefect with even more paint...some RED paint!

Was that a house elf?! Paul quickly stopped throwing paint long enough to notice that, at least.

What was an elf doing here?

"NO ONE hit the elf with paint!" he yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Unless...you would like to join us in the paint fight, Mr. Elf..." Paul wasn't good with the elf names. And he didn't much know how to deal with them, either..so he REALLY hoped he wasn't being rude.

...

She wasn't even going to ask Brady what he was doing at the chocolate fountain.

Instead, Esme turned her attention to Henric. At least he was being his usual wonderful self. "Oh, dragons are cool! I like Unicorns." Boys weren't as in to them though, but she supposed that part of the reason was they didn't seem to trust them as much as they did girls. "I just did a pot for the Friar!" she said proudly before holding it up for him to see.

Oh.

So the rat man had been in Gryffindor. That was interesting. Esme thought that House was pretty cool though a lot of the people there seemed too reckless for their own good. "Did you break a lot of rules at Hogwarts?" she asked him curiously. "I won't tell anyone. And Hufflepuff is the best House!" Everyone here besides rat man could agree to that.

Spotting Norah, Esme sent her a wave. "What are you going to work on?" she asked curiously just before all hell broke loose.

Opening her mouth to reply to her sister, Esme was hit with paint.

Really, Professor Myers? Really?

Well, two could play that game... As Juno entered dangerous territory, Esme got some black paint ready and sent it flying towards her Head of House's shirt. See how he liked them apples!! Laughing, she sent some green paint in rat man's direction.

"Juno, stay behind me and protect your hair!"

Toddles sees colors. Toddles not knows what colors are. Toddles beams and sees Master. Toddles bows to master. "Toddles likes play. Toddles loves games. Toddles plays.." Toddles sees studenties. "How Toddles plays?"

The Friar was about to tell Katerina what he wanted on the pot she was painting for him, and Esme that he liked what she had drawn so far, when Professor Myers asked him about a Hufflepuff song.

Hmmmm...

He wasn't sure! But before he could even think more on it, the room exploded in a paint war! The Friar chortled away, swooping in and out of people rather suddenly.

"OH! Throw paint throw me! I'm a moving target: bet you all can't hit me!" he suddenly began to float around the room very quickly!

"YAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH PAINT FIGHT!"

This was amazing, whose idea was it? Professor Myers? YEAH HE KNEW HE LOVED THE HERBOLOGY GUY. Paint parties were meant for paint fights, obviously this was the plan all along. Smart guy. No wonder he got to be Hufflepuff Head of House. He was obviously the most fun Professor around and fun was pretty characteristic of Hufflepuff. So with whatever paint pot was in his hands, he splashed it at a random person with a brush.

SPLAT.

And people said the Gryffindors had all the fun. Pssh. They got a house lecture and Hufflepuff got a house paint fight. Amazing. Fun. JUST PLAIN AWESOME. BEST IDEA EVER.

This could be their marketing strategy or something.

All good companies need one anyway.

The Scottish boy looked back over at Henric. "But I was just having a conversation with my best friend and there you are looking at me." Brady shook his head. "I mean I know I'm gorgeous and all but I'm a little too young for you, man. Just look at me, I'm eleven and you're like fifty." The first year rolled his eyes at the prefect. Was he even going to get that joke? "Besides, you're not even my type and I know I'm way too fun and too cool for you." He wouldn't be able to handle him anyway, look how good he was doing right now. HA!

What was up with these Prefects? "Excuse you?" He asked while blinking at Norah. "In case you haven't noticed I am NOT a bean. I am a human and some food." Brady shrugged. "I don't want to be called a bean at all." The first year just looked at the older student and shook his head. "My name is Brady and if you can't call me that then don't bother saying a word to me at all." He sounded a bit rude but he didn't mean to for once.

Bradson was being yelled at and being pulled by Henric. Seriously? How did this guy get to be Prefect? "Chill dude! I'm head was already out of the fountain." Stalking and touching, this guy was only making it worse for himself. The first year looked at Henric with his blue-green eyes. "If you EVER touch me again I will punch you." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Not that long after being yelled at and pulled Bradson felt something hit him in the back.

O_____________O

What was that? Brady looked over his shoulder and on his back there was PINK paint. Brady's eyes searched around for who could have done this. He was mad or anything, he just wanted to know who and then...his eyes fell on the head of house, Paul...Professor Myers. WHAAAAAAT? Adults were supposed to be boring and this guy wasn't boring at all? This was really hurting his brain. Adults were supposed to be boring and strict...or was that just his grandmother?

"It's alright!" He waved and smiled at the head of house. Brady walked over to the paint and scooped up some blue paint into his hands and threw it at Kat, haha best friend!

So he was in a band! "Is it fun being in a band?" Bradson asked Professor Myers with big puppy dog like eyes. This was what he was interested in, bands and music! "What kind of music do you guys play?" He had so many questions right now.

Henric stared at Brady in confusion. Did something happened to the kid's head growing up? What in the bloody dragons was he talking about? Where did all of his nonsense come from too? His head tilted, his eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkled as if he smelled something funny. "What are you talking about?! I wasn't just looking at you,y-you pompous little snot! For your information, I'm seventeen not fifty. MERLIN! You're not my type either!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. The kid was going to give him a major migraine attack. Prefect or not, he wasn't going to let the kid do and say whatever he wanted. There were rules he needed to abide!

-----PAINT FIGHT!!!!---------

A vein popped out of his forehead. He was on a verge of dunking the kid's head back into the chocolate fountain if he had said anymore. Henric's hidden dark nature was showing. Oh no...not good at all. But thank merlin Norah stopped him from doing anything further. He quickly let go of his shoulders and backed away. He didn't feel such intent to anyone since....He shook his head. Not wanting to remember. Honestly...wha-what just happened? Then suddenly, Professor Myers declared the start of the PAINT WAR! He splashed the back of Brady with PINK. PINK!!??

He didn't react as quickly because he was hit with paint from all directions. He needed to cover the food table QUICKLY! HE NEED TO SAVE THE FOOD! He summoned a huge plastic cover from under the table he had prepared beforehand with his wand. He pulled out his soldier helmet too. Noway was he getting anymore paint on his precious hair. Henric grabbed a couple of brushes and dipped them in yellow paint. "You guys are done for!" he proclaimed. Henric splattered paint back on anyone who had aimed at him.

"Toddles!! Glad you're here! Take a paintbrush or paint like this! JUST THROW AT ANY ONE OF THEM!! COME ON TODDLES! That's an order." Henric grinned and hand him a paintbrush too.

"Mr.Friar, how many points I get if I aimed for your belly?!" He laughed, ready to take on the challenge!

For Brady, however, he had a special one for him. A WHOLE BUCKET OF PAINT READY TO BE POURED DOWN HIS MIGHTY HEAD!