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Professor Althaus

#SubsAgainstGawk. New club. Member count: 2.

 

"I'm not trying to. It's the dinos," he mumbled, pulling Kay out, because she was the one being the most disruptive and placing her on the table. Hopefully she behaved as he waved at Seles, who was enthusiastically greeting them from the Puff table. Thank you, Miss Pichardo<3

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Desmond Potter

"Seeley, you didn't have to move away." He told his friend, "this is Cap, we grew up together." They had been friends since babies. Then before he knows it, since he was next to Rowan, there was spagatti all over him. "Okay, that's it." He picked up bus pie and threw it behind him at the gryffindor table. Not knowing who it hit.

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Wyatt Lazarus

The sorting was over. Wyatt had cheered as new lions joined the table, wondering how they would be. It was just as exciting as the previous year, only less nerve wreaking on his part. As the food appeared on the table in front of him he started to load his plate with various options. Scooping potatoes on top of his carrots, Wyatt saw something being thrown out the corner of his eye. 

 

"Can we seriously not get through one meal?" He said, as she bought his hand to his forehead. It was apparently his years aim to be sent out of the feast, hungry and annoyed, before the first ten minutes was up. 

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Abigail Goodfellow

Was.....was Gawkrodger serious? "YOU CAN'T CANCEL QUIDDITCH," she shouted, not caring that they were in the middle of Very Important Events. 

 

It was true. Canceling Quidditch couldn't be allowed. Could it? Abby pouted, decidedly not pleased because this was gonna their year, her year. U g h.

 

She needed a bludger and a bat and a life size Gawkrodger replica to relieve some stress. Or Trish. Where was Trish. 

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Panda

It was the most wonderful night of the year. Tonight the big stone nest filled back up with tiny food-giving humans, and the huge tables would be loaded down with more people fud than one owl could eat in his pudgy little lifetime.

 

Panda didn't actually have any post to deliver tonight, but he wouldn't miss this for the world. The fat owl circled the Great Hall a few times, scoping out his prospects for scoring some sweet sweet people fud. There! With a hoot of pure excitement, Panda tipped into a dive and came to a waddly landing on one of the big tables, in front of some food-givers. Fluttering his wings ingratiatingly, the rotund owl made begging eyes and hopped up and down, hooting politely until one of the humans understood that he wanted some snacks.

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Kermit Princeley

"Do you really have to abandon me after the feast?!" Kermit cried out, poking at Rosie's arm in annoyance. "I wanted to go and play a game of exploding snap. You can't just leave me alone. Don't you love me?!"

 

#needykermit

 

It was during his little speech that something fluttered near to him. The boy rose a single eyebrow at the sight of the owl - wasn't it a little early for post? - and wondered who had let the owls out already. Without hesitation he grabbed a little plate, threw on some meat like substances, and placed it down. "Here you go lit... owl."

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Professor Gawkrodger

"I'm not cancelling quidditch?" Gawkrodger said, confused by Abby's outburst since that whole situation hadn't happened yet. Whatever. Kids were weird.

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Rowan Allard

Rowan let out a scream as pasta smacked her in the face and covered anyone sitting around her. Redwood was about to be dead-wood. In a huff, she grabbed as many goblets as she could carry, stealing them from anyone around her. She rose, glided over to the table and in one large dump dropped them on the girl. 

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Rosie Roux

Rosie pointed at Kelly and laughed.

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Noodle

Sweating.

 

Noodle's mascara, normally clumped in spots, had run down her face in streaks from all the heat. It was madness in the kitchens as house elves ran about, sometimes bumping into one another, magically preparing the food for the first night feast. Finally the first round of food had gone out and things had started to slow down a bit. This meant a break.

 

Or well. A secret break. That no one could know about.

 

"Oh--more... erm... more oil. Have to get. Be back. Yep!" Scuttling off to a corner, Noodle popped out of the kitchens only to reappear a second later in the hall just outside the large twin doors leading to the feast. She couldn't stay long and definitely didn't want to be seen. So carefully and cautiously, she slid her little skinny fingers over the edge of one door, all the way down on the ground, sprawled flat on her stomach. She only pulled so that one mascara smeared eyeball could see the happenings. From this angle it didn't look that wonderful but the excited chatter and laughter was exhilarating.

 

"OOOOOOOO!" She squeaked excitedly before her large eyeballs widened even more so at the sight of her HARD WORK getting tossed about the great hall, landing on various students in some sort of ridiculous food fight. "SAVAGES!" She screached, nails digging into the door before apparating back to the kitchens, leaving tiny claw marks at the very bottom of the left door as the only sign she was ever even there.

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Ollie Celeste

Food fight?

 

Oh, if you insisted…

 

“Rowan! Grab the potatoes!” Ollie screamed, jumping up from her Ravenclaw seat and bounding over to her friend. “I have gravy; we can do some serious damage.”

 

She proceeded to pour the gravy over Desmond before being branded a savage. To prove a point, she dumped the rest of the gravy boat over Edwin.

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Desmond Potter

"Ollie, you get back here." He said, as he has gravy all over him now. He got up from the table and grabbed some bread. It was the first thing he saw and threw it towards Ollie. Did it hit her, he hoped so.

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Professor Foster

Peggy's first impressions of Professor Acting Headmaster Gawkrodger were that he was a bit of a bumbler. Grace, however, seemed rather fond of him and had told Peggy about the training in defending oneself with pencils and everyday implements when magic wasn't available. While Peggy had no idea what that had to do with muggle studies she approved of the professor's initiative to improve student defense in the light of the lack of other competent training. She'd decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, bumbler or no, and had already been campaigning to meet with him about additional school security.

 

As he began speaking, Peggy's reservations crept in again. The man really wasn't much of a leader. On the other hand Peggy despised public speaking as well, a fact she'd neglected to mention during her interview.

 

As he continued however Peggy's opinion began to change. There were cheers at the mention of the removal of the shackles. (Peggy stood and clapped at that herself.) His mention of formal disaster plans also warmed Peggy's paranoid heart and she began to think that perhaps, just perhaps, this fellow might be alright.

 

He had moved on to the Head girls, and Peggy clapped politely looking out over the sea of faces until she'd spotted who was being acknowledged: a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. Peggy smiled proudly, committing the Gryffindor's face to memory before turning to the Slytherin. Her face fell. She already knew that girl's face. She ought to. She'd confiscated her badge and wand just hours before.

 

Peggy swore. It was at that point that Gawkrodger introduced the new professors, so the first impression Peggy Foster gave as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a seething, glaring, sort of a countenance as she narrowed her eyes at the Slytherin Head Girl.

 

Not even a full day on the job and she's given the Head Girl a detention. Perfect.

 

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Panda

@Kermit Princeley. Congratulations! You have received 1 Panda Point!

 

"Hoot!" hooted Panda adoringly, and taloned his way delicately over to the offered plate of goodies. This food-giver was now upgraded to friend and food-giver. He took the meaty tidbits one by one in his beak and tipped his head back to eat them, savoring each one. Panda finished his snack, gave Kermit's hand a friendly nuzzle, made a contented cooing sound, and set off in search of other food-givers.

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Ollie Celeste

“Let’s get bread-y to rumble!” Ollie cheered as Desmond joined the fight, whacking her in the back of the head with a piece of bread. Those quidditch arms, man! They all had such good aim. Spinning on heel, Ollie grabbed a turkey leg and threw it straight back at Des. “Catch me if you can!”

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Abigail Goodfellow

Timelines aren't real and Abby doesn't know what day it is.

 

And was 100% certain it had been announced over summer break bc no one told her otherwise

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Desmond Potter

He knew that his aim would be good, he did play quidditch after all. And then before he knew it there was a turkey leg heading his way. He caught it, "you always know that I want food Ollie." He said with a laugh, taking a bit of it. It was still good, at least he hoped it was. "Here catch this Ollie." He said picking up a half eaten apple. Where did this come from?

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Rowan Allard

If Ollie was telling her to do something, she was going to do it. That's just what happened when you put those two together. So potatoes it was. The bowl had a large, fist sized hole in it from where Rowan had reached in previously, but that was fine. It wasn't like she was planning on eating them. 

 

She lofted the bowl up from the table with great effort, and with even greater effort hoisted herself onto the top of the Hufflepuff table - the same thing she'd done the last time there was a food fight. She proceeded to bolt down the table, throwing the potatoes as she went. She did her very best to avoid people's plates - she only stepped in like a half-dozen of them.

 

She did however slow down to gently step over the owl that had landed on the table, giving it a passing pat on the head before continuing her rampage.

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Lucius Cronus

Luke was in stimulation overload. First, Gawkrodger was the new headmaster, which was the BEST NEWS EVER. Now there was an owl distracting him. He offered the owl his entire plate because WHAT ARE PANDA POINTS I WANT ONE.

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Professor Foster

At the first signs of the food fight Peggy glanced nervously at her fellow professors. Surely someone was going to say something?

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Jake Morent

At the first signs of the food fight Jake glanced nervously at Grace's mum. Surely she was going to say something?

 

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Professor Gawkrodger

Gawkrodger diligently pretended nothing was happening.

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Ethan Smith

There was an owl, he wanted an owl. "Mr. Owl, would you like some food?" He said, from the other side of the Hufflepuff table, where the food fight wasn't happening at all.

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Lindy Rose

Lindy's eyes widened when the girl with the cool shoes from Diagon Alley -- Rowan -- started walking on the table. 

 

"Rowan, look we're in the same house!" she said excitedly, moving  a cupcake out from under the girl's path.

Edited by Lindy Rose

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Ollie Celeste

While Des caught the turkey leg, Ollie chose to perfectly position her to volley the half eaten apple. Hitting it perfectly with her foot, it soared across the hall. Maybe it hit Professor Foster, that would have been funny…

 

…wait, that was the woman she had yelled at during the dueling tournament right? What was she during there?

 

“Uh. Desmond, throw something at my face.” She needed to conceal her identity!

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