After spotting her in the courtyard, Frankie led the way to the Great Hall. Hattie wanted to get some food before he took her down to the barrels so she could rest in her common room instead of on a bench, and he himself was in need to a second lunch after walking the grounds. Once they made it past the doors, he eyed up the four House tables. Which one should he pick? Instinct told him Gryffindor or Slytherin...

But he did the unexpected and found themselves a good spot at the Hufflepuff table, where both of their parents used to sit back in the day. It was strange being in one of the middle tables under a gold and black banner instead of red and gold or green and silver. "So this is what it's like over here," he commented after sliding into the seat.

At least the food looked just as delicious, which is all that mattered to Frankie at this point. Grabbing a plate, he started piling on the food.

Harriet was kind of surprised that Frankie had sat on the hufflepuff table. She knew it was her table, but she thought he'd sit at his table. But it was a nice surprise. She liked her table. It was homey, and it was the best obviously. "Thought you would have sat at your table" She mused as she looked up at him. She didn't mind obviously, but she had been surprised. Maybe next time they'd go to his common room.

She smiled as they sat down. She had missed the hall from the great hall. She loved the food that was here. She loved the hogwarts food. "It's the best here. I bet Mom and dad would agree" She mused with a little laugh. She was biased, but they were too. It was okay though, because Hufflepuff was the best table. Grinning, she helped herself to come food.

Looking over to Hattie, he grinned when he noticed the look of surprise on her face. Did see that one coming, did she? He ruffled her hair a little, nodding his head. "You really are delirious," he joked, rolling his eyes. "You should know better than anyone in this entire school that I always keep everyone on their toes." Obviously not as much now in comparison to his earlier days at Hogwarts. Frankie had grown up quite a bit in that amount of time, literally and figuratively.

"I was curious, really. Never actually sat your table before until now," the blond admitted, stabbing a piece of chicken with a fork before placing it into his mouth. Second lunch was just as good as the first. Those house-elves were miracle-makers. He wondered if he could just take one of them home with him at the end of the term...?

Swallowing, an eyebrow rose. The Hufflepuff table was THE best table in the school? "I beg to differ, little one." Their mum would definitely agree; their dad was likely to have a different opinion (or he'd agree with their mum to stay on her good side). "Besides, Gryffindor is where the party is always at. Everyone knows that."

"Don't mess my hair up" Hattie pouted as she looked at her brother. She liked her hair as it was, and had spent time making it look pretty this morning. So she didn't appreciate her brother messing with it. She patted it back down, but made a mental note to go and look at it later. It had to be perfect. "That is true..." She mused, smirking at her brother. She liked keeping people on their toes too. It was a Paton thing. Though she wasn't into it as much as her brother was. But that was because she was a good girl.

She put some pasta onto her plate and started to eat it. She was starting to get her appetite back down, and she was glad. She had missed being able to eat the good food. "I like my table. Though I've only sat here and at the Slytherin table" She mostly sat here and with Sky. But maybe she needed to expand, see what the others were like. But she wasn't so sure.

"I'll have to go and sit with you to find that out..." Hattie mused with a little laugh. She didn't really care where she sat to be honest. As long as she got good food then she was happy. Like she was right now.

You're in the middle of eating your lunch when...

SPLATT!!

a large glob of green slime lands in the middle of your plate. It's not the only one either; now it's raining all over the Great Hall, covering all the tables and students alike.

Where is it coming from?

Owen was enjoying his lunch, thank you very much. You could even hear him moaning if you listened well. Meals at Hogwarts were always terrific and the young badger was one to savor every bit of it.

He was about to introduce another spoonful of the delectable food into his mouth when -

SPLAT!

"What the...!" Owen REARED BACK in surprise. Too late, his food was now all over his clothes. Was somebody from the Gryffindor table throwing food again? He looked around to see where it might have came from - and possibly scold the perpetrator - when instinct told him to look up and realized that the slime wasn't coming anywhere horizontal but vertical instead. "Holy..." He muttered, just in time for another glob to hit his face.

YIKES!!

The blond couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction his sister had to him ruffling up her hair. He loved how it was always the same whenever he did it. Never mind the simple fact that HE didn't like anyone messing up HIS hair. But that was different. He had an image to uphold. "Why? Is there a boy you fancy that you're keeping it nice for?" He smirked.

More and more chicken went into his mouth, followed by some beans and potatoes. "You'd love my table," he stated, eyeing the jello sitting there in front of him. He reached for it and plopped some on his plate. "Tons of action always goes on there when everyone is there. Your table, well, there isn't much action going on--"

SPLAT!

The Head Boy's eyes widened as a glob of green slime landed on his plate ... and he shouted when the goo landed on the top of his head. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? WHO DECIDED IT'D BE FUN TO RUIN MY MEAL AND HAIR? NOT COOL!" Whoever it was had better be ready for a good scolding. One does not simply waste good food and mess with his hair and get away with it.

Harriet was about to open her mouth and talk back to her brother when a drop of goo landed on his hair. And it was coming down all over the place. "Ewwww!" The second year murmured, quickly ducking underneath the table so that she too wouldn't get covered in goo. She did not need to get any goo into her hair, or into any of her clothes. So she was going to stay nice and clean underneath the table.

"Eww... Frankie! What is this!" Because she was not moving until it was clean, and she wasn't going to get gooed on. Oh no. She just should have gone back to her common room

Oliver James Finch never got sick. That's just the way his life had been. ...well, okay. Maybe he had gotten sick a few times as a child, but aside from that, he was the healthiest teen around!

Until today, of course. Oliver and his sore throat and stuffy nose dragged himself up from the dungeons to the great hall in search of food...or help, or both, really. He really didn't know what to do with this common cold he had, but he knew food could only make things better, right?

As soon as he walked into the hall, however, he sneezed very loudly and his eyes began to water a ridiculous amount. It looked like he was CRYING and who cries because of a sneeze??? Trying to keep attention off of him, Ollie sat down at the closest table to him and put his head down so no one would look at him. Not only was he sick, but he was embarrassed too. What a day today was starting out to be.

Juno was finally starting to feel human again. That pepper up potion really helped her nasty cold. She was slapping together a sandwich, the giant sneeze not really registering in her brain, when she heard someone plunk down in the seat next to her.

She looked over and grinned. It was Oliver...and he looked like death warmed over. Good thing she still had another pepper up potion, and she could always brew some more, or you know....owl her mom. "Hey Oliver," she gently whispered, "not feeling good?" She patted his back gently, before pulling the pepper up potion out of her pocket, and sliding it next to his arm.

Someone was talking to him. Someone was talking to him? And it was a voice he kind of recognized...maybe? Honestly, he had no idea who was talking to him.

He quickly wiped his watery eyes while his head was still down and then slowly lifted his head to see who this person was. And, luckily, it was someone he knew! Two someones actually. He just wasn't sure which...

"Hiiii?" Okay, on a good day, he could kind of tell which Darcy this was. Esme or Juno. Today was just such a bad day for him. "Would you hate me if I blamed my cold for not being able to tell who you are?" He offered her a pitiful smile and glanced down at the little potion bottle sitting next to his arm. He would figure out what in the world that was after he knew who he was talking to.

Oliver looked absolutely dreadful. Poor thing. She grind ruefully at his question. He wasn't the first and would certainly never be the last to forget which twin was which. She didn't blame him. They were so absolutely identical in looks, it was scary sometimes. Except their personalities and fashion choices were completely different.

Juno gave him a small chuckle, "I could never blame you for that. Genetics...that's what I blame." She grinned and continued, "It's Juno," she pointed at the little bottle next to his arm, "and that is a Pepper Up potion. My last one. I just got over basically the same thing you have and have been living off of these. Take it." She nudged the little bottle closer to him.

Hopefully it would have the same lasting affect for him as it did for her.

"Junooo" He offered her a smile. "Genetics sucks sometimes." Not that he looked like his twin but sometimes he wondered what it was like to not be a twin and just have a proper little sister. "I'm glad you're you and no-" Ollie had to stop himself and picked up a napkin to cough into it over and over and over. He hated being sick. He hated it more than anything. Especially because people were probably giving him ugly looks for being around them while contagious. He couldn't help it if he had to eat something!

Oh and what an angel Juno was. He had forgotten all about Pepper Up potions. It was clear Oliver was never going to be able to survive on his own because he'd just get sick and give up. "Juno, you're literally the best. I owe you. Seriously." As fast as he could, he opened up the bottle and drank the potion. And while the taste of it was horrible he could already feel his nose clearing up a bit. HALLELUJAH!

No bacon? Come on! Someone had already eaten all of the bacon at the Hufflepuff table. That was not cool. She sat down anyway glancing at the other tables to see if they still had bacon or maybe the bacon thief stole from the other house tables too. No, Slytherins still had some and plenty of it. Where was her dear lovely brother? She needed him to bring her some bacon

Or a first year, they could get her some bacon from the Slytherin table. Now where to find one?

Kimi was hungry and made his way to his house table and took a seat next to Kat and said "What's up with you Kat"

Oh wow, was this one of those ask and you shall receive moments? Or perhaps it was at the right place things. But whichever one it was she was possibly getting some bacon. "Hello Kimi, I'm great besides not having any bacon this morning." She gave Kimi the saddest face that she could, even poking out her bottom lip. For show. Then turned her blue eyes over toward the Slytherin table and all of their bacon. If she could only have just one piece this morning.

Kimi looked over at the Slytherin table which had plenty of bacon left and said "Well if you want Kat i could sneak over to the slytherin table and bring you back some bacon"

Oh, well if Katerina know it was going to be this easy. Well she didn't know but she didn't expect it to be that easy. The third year stopped to consider the younger boys offer for a moment. She didn't won't to give the impression of being easy. 'No. No. It's fine." She frowned. "I can just eat my oatmeal." More frowning. She would be fine with that. Katerina what are you doing?

Kimi looked at Katerina and said "Are you sure Kat, cause i just happened to pass the slytherin table to get some bacon for myself so i do have plenty of bacon to spare"

Katerina could definitely get a bit overly dramatic, especially if it was used to get her way, she done this with everyone, her parents, Phillip and even more with Cornelius. And Brady occasionally. She went on and dug into her oatmeal still fake pouting as she ate.

Hearing Kimi she looked up and grinned. "Really? Are you sure?" She should really stop messing with people to get stuff. She couldn't help it though.

Kimi smiled at Kat and said "Yes i am sure Kat, i mean i love bacon but i stole a bit too much so i have plenty to spare"