Order right. Torrance stood straight still hands to his sides which were pressing against all the now squished food lining his pockets.

"Thank you Uncle Julien. I won't disappoint you, or have to Owl Grandpa for wrong doings promised. I can help yout bring order to the Scool Too!"

It seemed he wasn't the only one taking Sir Ghost Nick's words to heart. Torrance had planned to come up and see Uncle Julien as a Cover to attack the Ugly Hag with Food, but now he was stuck with giving his Uncle his word of Honor to keep order.

Blasted words!!

What was he to do now? "Maybe I could help wake up the not really dead guy? Mister Sir Nick said he was my Head of House?" if he couldn't exact revenge on the Ugly Hag the best next option would be to help his Fallen Leader as food began to fling all around them.

Peaceful. Everything was so peaceful where the astronomer was. Floating in space and looking down at Earth through one of the windows on the International Space Station. And look at that! Europe was coming up soon so he could be a complete doofus and wave down at Medea and their ch---

DROWNING! HE WAS DROWNING! WHY WAS THERE A LEAK ON THE INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION?! WHAT IN ORION'S BELT WAS GOING ON?!

Sputtering and making all sorts of disgusting noises that resembled a horde of toads being thrown into a muggle wood chipper, the Astronomy professor opened his eyes and tried to regain his bearings with something horrendous smelling was shoved under his nose.

"GAAAAAAAAAH!" he roared, slapping away at whatever it was that was filling his nostrils with that foul odor. Things started coming into focus, although the dull throbbing coming from his head was making this a little more difficult to achieve, but the man just found himself confused. Why was he lying down? Who was....oh...HELLO ...er...Cece...

Averting his eyes, ears turning another shade of red, all the sounds of the Great Hall began filling his ears - including a certain battle cry coming from. "Sir Nicholas?"

Sitting up, Airey held his head in his hands for a moment until bits of food here and there found there way to his side of the floor. OH LOOK, PEBBLES! Gleefully scooping her up, Airey became a bit woozy again at the sudden movement but eventually looked out to the Great Hall.

HAD HE KNOCKED HIS HEAD AND TIME TRAVELED?!

Looking down at himself, he found temporary relief in that he was NOT in fact wearing a pirate costume...but soon was rigid again at seeing the SPOT on his suit from that WOMAN who was not apparently on staff. AND NOW HIS SUIT WAS WET TOO!

Crawling to his knees, Airey attempted to stand up and only managed to knock his head on the under side of the table. Cursing and muttering under his breath, his eyes dilated as he looked out to the Great Hall again and saw Mr. Bellaire throw food TOWARDS THE STAFF TABLE. Not to mention all the students on tables, under tables, throwing this and that, crying, and MERLIN knew what else.

HE HAD BEEN THROUGH THIS ONCE BEFORE! EVEN IF HE HADN'T REMEMBERED IT! AND WOKEN UP LOCKED IN A CLOSE! NEVER AGAIN!

Throwing Meri-berry a wild look, he searched his enchanted breast pocket for his wand and thrust it upwards towards the ceiling of the Great Hall. "UMBRELLAS UP, PROFESSORS!" he instructed, giving very little warning before a jolt of blue light shot out of his wand and towards the enchanted ceiling.

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.

Ursula. OF COURSE. "Ever heard of the Little Mermaid..." Just saying, there were some definite similarities there. Ahem. Now to act like she wasn't about to vom over the disgusting smell of cat fo-

OH. HECK. NO.

It had to be on her first feast as Headmistress. HAD TO BE THE MOXINATOR. And truth be told, she was having all KINDS of inner turmoil because the ghost of little Meredith Moxley, Gryffindor, was ROARING with pride and okay, she KIND of wanted to cheer for the little jerks who'd starting throwing food. WE SEE YOU, BABY LIONS. But she ALSO realized that this was NOT acceptable behavior from an adult AND from students meant to be following RULES in a school environment so the STRUGGLE WAS REAL but responsibility was winning out. ...Almost.

Noting the little renegade tossing food at the Hag, Moxley casually turned her back to the woman and tossed JUST A LITTLE bit of mashed 'taters over her shoulder. LITTLE BIT. Not noticeable, OKAY? And moments later she turned to the POOR WOMAN and gasped. "KIDS THESE DAYS!" ...Was she stealing the cutlery? "That um.." She ducked a roll that had been horribly thrown, btw. No athleticism at all. "Belongs to the school. You can't take that."

Oh look, Airey was up! Good, he could be responsible for craziness and she could...help. Yes, she had to help. Just in time for CAPTAIN OBVIOUS the kindly Ravenclaw to alert them of the drama. NOOOO KIDDING!

...

Standing up, the brunette raised her wand and squinted.

"I did NOT leave the south side (of London) for THIS!"

And umbrellas up indeed. Lucky she always came prepared. Staff drills, you know.

Things were just out of control, he couldn't not ignore it anymore. It was getting crazy out at the tables and no one was doing anything up here to stop it. Points needed to be taken from all tables doing this and detentions, full house detentions needed to be served. This is how we showed leadership? Julien could not even process any of this. He looked back to his nephew, "Good and by the looks of things, I think you need to collect your cousins and tell them to get near their prefects to head to their common rooms. I do not expect to have to deal with any of you three in these issues going on."

With that he got up, the Gryffindor head of house just made it rain where a feast was going. The food was ruined, the students were more like animals then children, and he had enough. Turning to the headmistress he couldn't help but shake his head. "I hope this isn't a norm for this school. I have expect a bit more order." He really wasn't trying to be disrespectful but this was beyond out of control and was she just putting up an umbrella.

He assumed the heads of house could handle their own houses, it was their job and the prefects, merlin help them, could help with that. He was not ruining a suit or dealing with chaos any longer. "I will walk you to find your Prefect Torrance so that you don't get caught up in this mess." He would do that and then he was going to be done with this disaster and hope the rest of the term wasn't like this or he might be asking for his job at the prep school back.

Merlin....

Why the Emaciated Santa Man was scooting away from James was beyond him…. House warming gift? ”Thanks?” though his tone indicated no thanks all. This one was a nut too. ”I never have unwanted animal dandruff on my clothes,” who did this man think he was? The lint roller would be tossed the moment James made it back to his office. It was ridiculous and insulting. And the man was definitely a nut.

Which was confirmed after his high pitch shrieking commenced and the man fell right to the ground. Good. Honestly, James liked him better that way.

It was too dramatic for James' taste, but at least the shrieking was put to an end.

AND finally the speech. And food. But before James could even reach to grab anything, he heard it. THE GRYFFINDOR BATTLE CRY. And he was NOT amused. Of course, back in his Hogwarts days James probably would’ve been one of those behind the food fight plan in the first place. Though uh, there was quite a lot of growing up he did between then and now. And now, adult James was angry. Angry because there were kids running up to the table and there was food being flung everywhere and ah, here comes the migraine.

Was it too early to quit? Because clearly he had entered the nuthouse here. Though he wasn't a quitter and he had every intention to whip every single one of those hooligans into shape.

But before he could even start yelling, because he wanted to yell believe him, Father Christmas shot back up in there and continued with the dramatics. Though this time, it was almost appreciated.

….. Umbrellas up??????

UMBRELLAS UP????? ….. If he was meant to bring an umbrella to dinner, he had no idea. Which meant now he was wet. That’s right, Professor James Draper was eyeing EVERY SINGLE PERSON from his raised seat at the dais. He was angry. He was still suffocating thanks to that horrid smell coming from the hag perfume that had attacked Santa Claus over here. And he was soaking wet.

Not okay.

It had all happened so fast, Ansley wasn't sure how any of it even started. Chaos. Ridiculous chaos was the only way he could describe it. He had just turned to Paul to talk to him about his banjo when his attention had been diverted by screaming at the other end of the staff table. What.. was going on? And then the Astronomy professor was down.

Paying little attention to the conversation on either side of him, Ansley leaned back in his seat a little to watch the scene unfold with concern. Others eventually came to the man's aid, so he saw little need to do so as well, instead turning his attention to the Headmistress as she made her speech, giving a half-wave to the students as his name was mentioned. He couldn't help but notice how terribly unwelcoming some were being to the um, new Divination teacher. Sure she was weird, but it was rude to point it out. To each their own, right?

Diving in to his own meal, he didn't immediately notice the bad behavior of the students, until some exceptionally loud ones came up to the table, and he caught sight of some flying potatoes as he looked up. A food fight? Really? He looked down the end of the staff table. Was no one going to put an end to this behavior? He wasn't so sure he was up to the task, being new and not anyone's head of house, but surely he couldn't eat his meal amid all the ruckus. And then reprieve (?) came in the form of rain. He was not really expected to eat holding an umbrella?

Ansley quickly cast a shield over his head so not to get wet any further and sat, first looking out at the Great Hall, then down at his plate. Hopefully this was not a sign of things to come for the rest of the term.. but he had enough excitement for one evening. His wand holding the shield over him like an umbrella, he picked up his plate with his other hand and rose from the table. "You'll all have to excuse me," he said apologetically to his table mates, offering a smile to show his good humor though he was a bit annoyed internally. "I"m off to find drier ground." Like maybe his office. It'd be nice and quiet there too, right? Surely no one would fault him, and besides, he had already done an extra duty chaperoning the train.

What, find his cousins then his prefects...then go to the common room? "BUT UNCLE! Sir, the prefects are the enemy. They were what caused the food fight." Torrance was not going to look uncool consorting with the Enemy in front of all of his new friends. "If we want order shouldn't you start from the top and go down their chain of co...." Whoa booming thunder and lightning came crashing around the great hall along with a heavy downpour. The young newly sorted lion easily distracted as he is just stopped pleading with his uncle and watched all the lightning strike around the room. It wasn't hitting anyone which was even cooler. He has to learn that one. It was his Head of House who started it yeah? He will learn all he can from

....ooooooooh that Lightning went Horizontal. He heard that they could do that sometimes but never thought he'd get to see it up close or as produced by Magic.

Torrance was now completely silent. He looked like a drowning Turkey staring up into the dark stormy sky.

The Baron quickly made his way to the staff table. "Excuse me Lady Murdoch, but your presence is needed at the Slytherin table immediately. It seems we have a couple of rogue students down there."

Those students were in for it now. He knew how this woman was, she would not take lightly they way those brats were acting.

Text Cut: Before speech: Tiara, Ansley, Nana, Art, mentions of the Airey fainting situation, Hag, Justin

Home? At that one word, Roderik looked around him, at the pillars and the enchanted ceiling, and then back at Tiara. "Home? It seems so... fancy for that." And yet, his eyes found the plate on the table and in front of the woman. "One thing's for sure, I could get used to this silverware." Heh. He was funny.

And she was fine. Just fine. Something told him not to bug her about that so he kept quiet and gave her a nod of the head. Good for you, just fine.

And this man was squinting at him. Roderik half wondered what he could have done this time to make the man react in such a way. He did, however, keep a neutral expression while he waited for the man to gather his senses and figure out whatever it was he was figuring out. "It's nice to meet you, Ansley." Oh, if his mother could see him being polite...

Oh, so this woman (Nana) knew how to argue? Huh, this was surprising. He half expected her to be a pushover but then again, a pushover wouldn't have reacted to being dragged into the fountain water in the same way that she had. Not difficult when one looks about one's surroundings? Oh ho ho! "I imagine it's not difficult when one doesn't have one's blouse attached to someone's belt buckle?"

Soon, however, Roderik was distracted by the sight of someone (Art) waving at him. The man sitting right next to the fountain woman, in fact. His features changed and he smiled and offered a wave back at the man who... was coming to meet him? Oh, this was new. And slightly awkward, too. Was the man nervous? He seemed like it. "Nice to meet you, Arthur. Roderik's the name, Roderik Hirsch." His name wasn't going to sound the same by the end of this feast. And since the man seemed nervous, and for his own benefit, Hirsch let out a small snort of laughter. "I'm new here too. ... And not an alumni. How does it feel to be back?"

And then a lot of things happened at once.

Well, let's put it into a list, shall we?

1) The suit was not to be touched, apparently
2) The suit was not to be damaged in any way, either
3) Was the Hag really staying to teach Divination? Really?! For real? This wasn't a nightmare?
4) Oh those poor kids
5) Was Airey in love with his suit? Did this hold a special meaning for him?
6) Was he the only one who found all of this odd?
7) Had he accepted an offer to teach at a crazy school?
8) Oh, Airey was down. Shouldn't they do something about that? Or had the Hag killed him with whatever Merlin-awful perfume she had been spraying around
9) Another lady (Murdoch) either didn't know what to do or didn't want to do anything
10) Should Roderik be concerned? He was concerned
11) This would be a good time for the food to make an appearance, please

... Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

This was probably karma for whatever Merlinforesaken task he had done in the past. Because the woman... the thing (Ursula) was touching his arm. And sitting down next to him. Which meant that any hopes for enjoying a well deserved feast was thrown out of the window. Shame, because the silverware was so nice, too.

Soup of onions and liver?! "Are you on a crazy diet to match your crazy personality?" Merlin. Could he ask to change seats? He'd sit with the kids for all he cared, he just didn't want her to be sitting there touching his arm all throughout the feast.

A believer. A. ... Done. Roderik was done. He was now looking out and surveying the tables to see which one would be the best one to sit at. Having not been at Hogwarts before, he didn't know what any of these houses stood for, and didn't have time to think, frankly. Because at that moment, the... sigh, professor was now cackling and making his ears heart. Surely, he could get compensation for this. "Of course. The vision. Not everyone can see all." What was he talking about?

Thank Merlin for a certain old Professor (Justin) of his for stealing his attention away. "Yes, we must. I have a lot to ask you, Professor Mc- ... Justin." It was going to take a while to get that just right. Old school habits, after all.

Oh, a speech! Those were always... ... fun.

Regardless, Roderik listened to what Meredith had to say, even letting out a few snorts here and there. When his name was mentioned, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor smiled wide at the student body in general, his dimples making an appearance through his facial hair. Hello.

The smile only widened when the Headmistress announced the arrival of food! Thank Merlin, because if he had to wait any longer-

... The Hag was spraying him with food. Food. On his shirt. He stared at her, aghast and not quite believing that someone could be so....... wild. It made him feel sick just to watch her go at the food as if she hadn't eaten in a while. Merlin. Not even the battle cry at one of the tables could distract him right now. Oh, there were words he wanted to say that were not appropriate for students to hear.

Because they were here. Students. Right up at the dais itself. Was this normal? At this point, the man was starting to believe that anything crazy was considered normal for this school so he just watched the kids, especially one (Blaise) in particular who was throwing something straight...

..... at...

............ the hag.

No force in the universe could stop Roderik from roaring into laughter. Sure, he was recoiling away from her but he was also doing nothing whatsoever to stop the attack. Sorry, Hag, you and your crazy predictions are on your own here.

But the food fight that had started at the tables and made its way up here? Priceless. So priceless, in fact, that Roderik had made a grab for the bowl of popcorn chicken near him - appropriate, no? - and was about to munch on it when.......

...... when had Airey gotten up, exactly? Frankly, Roderik was a little surprised at the man's sudden alertness and he watched as the man took out his wand and made it...

... uh oh. Was that lightning? And rain?

Using his quick reflexes, the Defence Professor cast a shield charm around himself and the bowl he was holding. Merlin, what a dramatic feast indeed. So dramatic, that people were even leaving the damp and soggy scene. Could he do the same? He had a date with some chicken nuggets and he certainly couldn't eat it what with the horrid smell coming from the person sitting next to him.

BEFORE

"THE VULCAN SALUTE!" Art yelled. Oops. Ehh. He held up his well-practiced Vulcan Salure in return to the.. the... whoever that man was (Airey).

Art couldn't help but grin at his golden oldie pal's laughter. He tapped his own head and said "Well-well, you know, sometimes your brain has to let go of some of the information to learn new information." He nodded, and stopped tapping on his head. He didn't want a headache. "It's okay to forget things." Well, unless it was forgetting things like the previous Headmaster. Yes, he had read about it in the newspaper. "Ahhh herBOLogy," he said, his grin spreading across his face again. He shuffled his position a bit, not wanting his joints to get stiff in the same position. "I'll uh... I'll hav-have to come by and... and uhh... and speak to you about some things." He loved Herbology, and he loved talking about it. "Me? Oh, Potions," he said with a nod.

Now, anger was rarely in Art's nature. But this... old hag was really doing it for him. Stupid prophesies, mumbo jumbo. He sat back down, determined to ignore her, and quite thankful that he was almost as far away from her as possible. Perhaps he could re-position himself to the other side of his neighbour? Actually, that was a good idea. He stood up, and slowly moved his chair to the edge of the table. He went back to get his plate, cup, cutlery etc. and moved it there too. Now he was as far away from the old hag as he could get.

NOW

Just in time for the speech... which was nice. Art clapped at the right moments, and felt Madame Curie clap too. Yes, she was a good clapper. "Oh Great Scott.. NO!" he said, slamming his hand on the table. That... that.. that... THING was going to be TEACHING at the school?

But... he was at least able to divert his attention from the problems, to his food. Yes, he was starving. He tucked his napkin into his sweater and started eating the delicious food... completely ignoring what was going on around him... until...

What was that young boy (Blaise) doing? He was... he was... Art almost leapt out of his seat as the little kid threw some food, directed at the old hag. "YOU GO! GET HER! GET HER!" he cheered. Wait... was that allowed?

It didn't matter. Because his stomach wasn't quite finished with the food, so he sat back down to eat it. Until... until it started to... leak. The ceiling was LEAKING. He looked up and saw that, actually, it was raining. And all around him, umbrellas were popping out? Seriously? He looked back up at the raining ceiling, letting the drops of water fall over his face. It was refreshing.

Cece didn't have to be told twice. Once she seen Flamsteed was in deed alive, she jumped up and ran down to the Slytherin table. She didn't even bother responding to the old wrinkled one.

Who was that woman anyway?

And it seemed not even an enchanted thunderstorm could stop the Gryffindors, Merlin love them. Moxley would love them too had it not been her that had to deal with the grumpy staff happening right now. She got it, she did, kids were the wooooorst but they were just that, KIDS. Also Hogwarts was far from a civilized place. Any Daily Prophet story about the place EVER pretty much attested to that. Mad house, this was. It wasn't a secret and Moxley wasn't going to apologize. She'd hired these wonderful people minus the hag lady because NO because she trusted they could handle it and maybe they should consider that, mmkay?

"ENOUGH."

Eyeing those still at the table, the brunette announced, "The Bloody Baron and I are on the same page. I'd like all the heads to please go down and try to round up the students as best you can. Airey-" He had this. She didn't need to tell the man who'd started the whole debacle. He practically had steam coming out of his ears. Or it was just something she liked to imagine because it was amusing but shh "Please let me know how you decide to deal with the...perpetrators. I'm on board, whatever you decide." She'd suggest making them eat the wet, soggy food off the floor, walls, and tables but that might make HER sick and she was all set with that. The hag had it covered. "The prefects will be HAPPY to help you all out, I'm sure." And it seemed Cece was already on a war path. She approved. Frightening woman, she was.

As for the child..."I'd advise you to go back to your table and stay out of Professor Flamsteed's way." Shoo.

As far as she was concerned, the feast was over. It was time to get this place under control so they could get out of here.

"The rest of you, please feel free to go and get dried off. I'm sure the house elves wouldn't mind bringing some food back to your offices, if you ask it."

Heck of a first feast in charge, that was for sure.

There was a crunch.

A familiar crunch of a broken banjo that Paul was TOO FAMILIAR WITH. He looked over towards where Cece had just scooted out from---

And there it was.

His banjo. Crushed. Had she stepped on it? Paul felt his lower lip trembling.........

HOLD. IT. TOGETHER.

And he did, because he was fifty-six years old, not six, and he could fix it later...possibly. With magic and love. Airey seemed okay now....but with deflated spirits (much reflected in the now raining Great Hall) Paul went to check on his puffers, as the headmistress had just...asked them to do.

A single tear may or may not have been shed. He didn't even bother to block the rain. The raindrops falling upon his head matched his crying soul, damp and wet with despair.

His eyes didn't widen when his nephew said the words, he wasn't surprised at all given the leadership he had seen already here. He turned towards the Gryffindor Head of house, "My nephew is saying that the prefects may have started this. I'm sure you will take care of it." His nephew was rambunctious he knew well, but lying, he hoped he wouldn't do. The consequences for him would be more with him here if he caught him in a lie.

Moving to the other side head to the other side of the table, he heard the potion masters loud cheers. No, this was ridiculous. He wouldn't stand for it. "Respect is taught from the adults, and no matter your feelings a staff member is a team member. You should be showing leadership to these students and respect to your coworker not helping with the harm and chaos that is going on here." Was this really how this place worked? Yes he was going to owl his old school tonight. To think he left a position that he was to be promoted in for this.

Hearing the headmistress he turned back to his nephew. "Go back to the table as she requested and if you need anything my office is on the third floor. That goes for Kaleb and Benton as well." He nodded to him, looked to the hag to see if he might be of some help, but she seemed to be doing alright on her own. So he stepped away and headed out of the hall.

Torrance unaware of his surrounding. He kept on looking at all the lightning and Rain. Listening to the Thunder and the feel of the rain on his face it was he was in a Power Metal song. He just knew he was.

Minus the food stuffed in his pants pockets. This was a dream come true, until a familiar voice snapped him back into Reality. "First Floor Got it!" that's what Uncle Julien said. At Least Through All The Thunder was what he made out. Tory would make sure to relay that info to his cousins for sure. No Failing that guy...Uncle Julien was way to scarey if you did something wrong.

Torrance waved his uncle good-bye and hurried back to the table. Sliding on a puddle formed in front of him for max speed.

Nostrils flaring and THE VEIN rivaling Hellas Planitia for visibility, Airey's blue eyes snapped to the Gryffindor table where he SAW Mr. Bellaire and THAT unfavorable expression. The expression of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar except THERE WERE NO COOKIES LEFT BECAUSE THEY WERE MUSHY MESSES ON THE FLOOR!

GUILTY!

At least the boy had the sense to stop, although the same could not be said for the rest of his house and while the man was all for a bit of chaotic fun...well...words were about to be exchanged.

E X C H A N G E D.

"I have serious doubts that my prefects had anything to do with the initiation of all this," he snorted through grit teeth at Julien. But MERLIN help them if they were because he would have their badges. All three of them. NOT LIKE IT HADN'T HAPPENED BEFORE!

Meri-berry didn't even have to finish her sentence before the suited astronomer began making his bulldozed his way down the dais with Pebbles tucked under his arm.

Twitchy. That was how she would describe this man. His eyes kept roaming all over the place, but mostly right past her, though that seat was empty. She avoided rolling her around to look for herself. "Well, you certainly had a much more professionally productive holiday than I did, Airey! Though I think I am refreshed and ready to go for a new year more than I normally am, which is something." But she still felt a bit guilty for her lack doing.. almost anything.

Oh! The empty chair! That's what he had been referencing. "Yes, that seat is empty again. Quite unfortunate, really. I rather enjoyed having company on both sides," she said, though it had been two years now. "I am very grateful to be seated right next to you on my other side, then. Otherwise I'd be left all alone with my somewhat troubled thoughts." No, she really wasn't picking up on it.

And then of course Airey had to go and be all... himself. "WHY am I getting death glares for trying to HELP you, Airey? Calm down and relax!" she said, still trying to siphon off the extra smell.

Well, he had to go and take her literally.

And faint.

Next thing she knew, Leobald was on the scene, and he was closely followed by Cecelia. Though it seemed as if the Healer were not there willingly, which seemed ridiculous. But a noise out in the Hall caught her attention, and suddenly Tiara understood the delay. Mass chaos was breaking out all around. But fortunately, at least one crisis seemed to be averted. Flamsteed was awake.


Then things began to happen faster than she could keep track of. Airey was awake, but muttering something about Sir Nick (who wasn't even here - can you say concussion?). Next a student was actually throwing food AT THE STAFF, which was surely grounds for all sorts of detention. And finally, Airey was on his feet yelling something about umbrellas.

It was official. Flamsteed had lost what few marbles he had left.

Or so she thought until she realized it was about to pour in the Great Hall. Somehow she had misplaced her wand in all the hubbub with Airey, and the first drops had begun to hit her head before she found it. "Protego!" she shouted, directing her shield over her head.

No need to tell her twice. Normally she would stay and assist but.. she was wet, there was a hag, she was covered in said hag's perfume, and food fight. So. She was outta here.

Brady looked around, he even stood on his tip toes, he wasn't short for his age, he thought he was average but he was taller than most boys and girls in his year, well that he's noticed so far. There he was! "Hello Sir! I heard you play banjo!." Brady nodded and grinned.

"I just wanted to let you know that I think banjos are awesome! I don't know how to play one because people have told me that it's very hard but I've taught myself to play the guitar, the bass guitar, drums and the harmonica. I even do a little bit of singing as well." The Scottish boy beamed. HE WAS ALREADY IN A BAND?! So much for that offer. "My names Bradson Somerhalder. I do like being called Brady, sir."

James stopped paying attention the moment Meredith announced that other staff were allowed to leave. This was loads of fun, as you could probably tell by the scowl gracing his face, but James was quite looking forward to heading back to his office and getting some well deserved sleep. At no point in his interview did anyone mention that he'd have to sit through something as catastrophic as this.

He did, however, have to give credit where it was due. Santa Claus didn't look so jolly anymore. Actually, James was incredibly impressed with the way the man stormed down to the red table. That was enough to almost redeem him for that foolish shrieking only moments ago. Well done, Saint Nick.

As for himself, he was dripping from head to toe at this point and he was way past annoyed. So he quickly stood up from his chair, nodded at the others sat at the table and made his wait out of the great hall. First he would take a warm shower. Second he would put on dry clothes. And third he would begin planning a few lessons with the intention of shaping up the horribly behaved children. Discipline. James was going to make sure they learned about more than just Creatures in his lessons.

Talk about ending with grace. Hah.

The time for casual small talk was over with the feast as the thunder sounded on top of the food fight and other unmentionables going on. Lazily, he drew out an invisible umbrella shield as the food appeared. Justin didn't wait out this long for a meal only to waste it on the elves to clean up. "..I'll make sure everything's set up." He let out before (Cece) departed towards the table.

After all the show must go on even if it'll have less participates from the looks of things. Right before he departed though, Justin scooped up some nice bacon, chips, and potatoes, and other good food before heading away from the table.

Not a moment too soon Cece joined him and Paul by Airey's side and took control of the situation. He registered the comments she made to him but they didn't stick. He was just so relieved when Airey opened his eyes and clamoured up on to his feet. While Leo and Paul had been seeing to their fallen colleague Meredith had give the speech which was why he when he turned to get back to his seat saw all the food that made his mouth water and his stomach grumble in unison.


Leo was about fill up his plate with shepard's pie when Austin arrived on staff dais alerting him to the situation down at the tables. A food fight was not what he had wanted to hear but that was the beauty of working in a school with children. You never knew what to expect. Responding to Austin he said "You did the right thing Austin. Thank you for coming to find me and not getting involved in the food fight. I'll come down with you to restore order right away." Next minute Airey brought thunder and rain to the Great Hall. Reaching for his wand Leo mumbled "Protego!" to shield his head and clothes.

Rounding the table Leo glanced over at the headmistress before taking his leave. "Lovely speech Meredith! I need to tend to the situation down at the eagle table. Order needs to be restored and food cleaned up! If anyone needs me that is where I'll be with my eagles."

Wand in hand Leo started to make his way down from the dais to the Eagle table. He'd have to eat a late dinner in his office.

"The school has plenty of food and I bet your house elves can boil you up some new things lickety–split. Just taking these to eat later. Feast will end soon." She eyed all around as things started to turn more and more chaotic. Her cackles growing as loud as the children. The rain was even welcoming. She continued to sit and eat until she heard the words of the adult at the other end of the table. "Go my pet" Her bird left her shoulder and went towards the potion master. Landing in front of him and eyeing his rat.

She stood as the woman in charge said to leave, "Things have started, danger is here, and you can't do anything about that. You have no control." With that she exited the staff and headed back up toward the great hall doors. Stopping and turning to look at the staff with her long fingers she waved, her bird flew back to her shoulder, and cackling she left the castle.