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Simon Reed

Simon was no Chaser but he had considerably good aim for being a Beater on the Quidditch team and after not being taken seriously and bearing witness to Prom's second attack, the teen took it upon himself to show how serious he was about protecting Jeramie. His eyes narrowed as he determinedly reached for two rolls, throwing them one at a time in quick succession and with slightly greater force towards@Prometheus Saintcrossface. "I know you're not deaf!" he countered with what he hoped to be an intimidating glare. 

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Prometheus Saintcross

The rolls hit Prom in the side of the head in the vicinity of his ear. “Ow!” He said even though they were pretty plush. He winged one back at Simon (and missed). “I might be now!” 

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Jeramie Slater

Jeramie didn’t know how it was happening, as daintily as he was now eating, but the sight was all too uncomfortable. He was almost too stunned to apologize but then a roll bounced off his forehead. (A roll! Seriously!)

 

He was no longer a boy who would take such things and so he scowled at his roommate. “Stop throwing things at me!” he demanded, simultaneously angrily chucking his scone in Prom’s direction (because an eye for an eye and all that).

 

But there was a reason that Jeramie didn't play Quidditch and his jam-covered scone instead smacked right into @Ollie Celeste instead. 

 

....Oops. 

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Dale McQueen-Trengrove

Ever since Julian and him had "broken up" for lack of better terminology, he had wanted to avoid the Great Hall again for fear of seeing him there and catching his eye. Nonetheless he was here and trying to keep his head down although from time to time he was glancing @Honorine Nott. He was simply eating his eggs and trying to ignore all of the commotion when he too got squirted. 

 

"Bloody," he muttered. "What is this?" he glanced around and his eyes narrowed onto Julian whose own shirt was clean. But he didn't dare keep his gaze there too long.

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Willa Henry

Willa had opted to sit at the Gryffindor table that day, mostly because she hadn't had a chance to bother @Prince A. Charming in a while and it seemed overdue. Verity's words were still bouncing around in her head from their tournament duel where she had agreed that Willa and Atticus were friends. So when she plopped next to him, she didn't expect for something red and sticky to squirt into her face moments later. 

 

"What the hell, Atticus?" She demanded, pouting as she wiped the jam (?) off of her face and reached for a croissant instead. "I thought you had better manners than me!" 

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Aster Darling

Aster arrived a bit late. The look of confusion crossed her face as she noticed people covered in Jam. Was it another food fight? Taking her seat, she grabbed a crumpet and no sooner did she sit down that it squirted her. "Woah." She said softly looking around. "What's going on?" She asked @Willa Henry

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Jack Dare

Jack was writing an essay on how the pressures of lycanthropy in the young might contribute to a slow descent to delinquency. Which was another way of saying that throughout breakfast Jack had been staring creepily at his roommate Jeramie while taking notes. 

 

He was therefore quite aware that Jeramie had not thrown the blood red jam. He tried to tell Prom as much, but was too late. He appealed to Prom to stop, then to Jeramie, then to his own mentor Simon who ought to have known better.

 

Jack was now trembling with anxiety over all this rule breaking when he turned to Julian Prichard to intervene. That was when Jack saw the blood red jam bespeckling Julian’s table mates as well.

 

Now Jack believed his intelligence was greater than Jeramie’s, Simon’s, and perhaps even his best friend Prom’s,  so it was no surprise to him that he had deduced the correlation between werewolves and mystery jam long before anyone else.

 

”It’s not what you think!” Jack shouted. “You’re being manipulated! They only want you to blame the—-“

 

Jack trailed off. What was he doing? The chaos of the food fight was conveniently hiding a racist message. Why would he want to bring that to light?

 

jack closed his eyes which were now swimming with tears of anxiety at the sacrifice he was contemplating. He took a deep breath before resolving himself.

 

”The things I do for love...” he murmured, before lifting a bowl of marmalade and hurling it into the crowd. “Food Fight!” he screamed (in case this was not already obvious).

Edited by Jack Dare

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Julian Pritchard

Julian had been distractedly munching on toast, headphones snugly on his head as he flipped through a book on kneazle care for his Care of Magical Creatures internship, when he heard someone yelling 'food fight' in his vicinity. His last involvement in a food fight had not ended well (in fact, neither had his first), so he immediately tore off his headphones to figure out what was happening, and tried to search out a prefect or professor as he took in the scene. 

 

(Mostly) everyone was covered with red jam.

 

How long had this been going on? How had he missed it and remained clean? And had Jack just tossed some marmalade?

 

Jack Dare?????????

 

"@Jack Dare, what - ? Are you okay? Did you eat anything that didn't come from the kitchens?" He squinted at the younger Ravenclaw before his eyes took in the state of the table. It was surprisingly clean. He could only see a few droplets of marmalade. There was no evidence of any broken red jam bowls or saucers. There were not enough red jam bowls and saucers to account for the amount of red jam, period. But somehow, he was clean. Jeramie was clean. 

 

Oh.

 

"Did everyone get splashed by jam at once?" he turned to ask @Simon Reed. If it had been the product of a spell, maybe someone would've seen the caster? 

Edited by Julian Pritchard

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Ryan Dorland-Nece

He nodded at Hatty, and then looked around the room. It was curious to note that more than one known werewolf didn’t seem to have jam on them.

 

”The werewolves did it! That has to be it!”

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Prince A. Charming

Atticus nodded at @Willa Henry when she sat down. He was in the middle of chewing so he didn't say anything. His sister was always going on about how chewing and talking at the same time was rude and all. Only seconds had gone by when Willa told him off for being messy. He swallowed his food and said, "I didn't do anything." He really hadn't so he didn't know what she was going on about.

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Avery Potter

Avery wanted Ryan to graduate already. She had been forced to deal with his accusations and his generally arrogant nature for the last few weeks. She slowly stood from her seat, grabbing the pitcher of milk, and slowly moved towards the Gryffindor table. Hoping that neither of her brothers would be in the firing line, Avery decided she was accept any detention offered her way. 

 

"Not everything is to do with the werewolves. Clearly this is just someones idea of a horrible prank." Avery replied, wishing she was back with another croissant. "This? Well... this is actually the work of a werewolf."

 

She then promptly dumped the pitcher of milk on @Ryan Buratsche's head, dropped the pitcher to the floor, and stalked down the table a little. 

 

 

**with ryans permission

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Willa Henry

Willa started around her as everything seemed to be descending into more madness. Her mouth was open to answer @Aster Darling when someone dumped over a pitcher of milk nearby, and she jumped out of her seat at the mention of a food fight. 

 

“Sounds like trouble again...” She finally answered her classmate,fore head dropping into the table just in time for another splatter of Jan to hit her cheek. “@Prince A. Charming, you need to stop! Aim somewhere else!” 

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Prince A. Charming

He did not know what was happening. All he wanted was to eat his food! Why did every meal have to get ruined? "I'm not doing anything!" he said to @Willa Henry. Why couldn't she take responsibility for her own messiness? Maybe she thought she could blame it on him because he was a boy. He had missed everything else happening around them so he returned to eating because he was hungry and he was a growing boy.

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Willa Henry

“I’m not eating any jam!” Willa countered, glaring at him as she noticed someone pointing out that the werewolves had no jam on them while almost everyone else had been splattered somehow. 

 

“Atticus... do you want to leave? I don’t think the jam is the problem...” Willa asked hesitantly because she did not want to be the Great hall when things broke down again. Though she wouldn’t hesitate to throw food or hex someone who went after her friends. 😡

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Prince A. Charming

He looked over at Willa and said, "Why leave? Are those rude students going to go off on the werewolves again?" He looked around and saw that people were angry. Some of them were staring in his direction. "Fill a plate with food and let's go." He piled his plate as high as he could and then got up. He was still hungry so he couldn't leave the food behind. He started off, knowing that Willa would follow him.

 

Atticus has left the Great Hall.

 

Continued here.

Edited by Prince A. Charming

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Jack Dare

Jack began crying in earnest when he saw Julian's shocked face.

 

"I'm s-so sorry," he sobbed. "I couldn't help it. C-conspiracy." He was hardly intelligible through his crying, but pulling himself together as best he could he tried again.

 

"You're being f-framed-- you and Jeramie-- for jam-jam-jam-ocide," he finally managed to get out.

 

Jack's lower lip trembled as he looked at the chaos around him and then down at the Ravenclaw table where his duty lay.

 

"I'm so sorry, Julian," Jack repeated. "But this is for your own good." He picked up one of the remaining bowls of red jam and emptied it down the front of Julian's pristine jumper.

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

Edited by Jack Dare

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Richard Stafford

Ringo, sat at the Ravenclaw table and watching the steadily increasing chaos develop all around in, hadn’t had that big of an issue with the jam that sprayed him. He’d simply wiped it off and continued eating. However, there was no shortage of students at school who had a huge problem with being sprayed with the jam, and soon the Great Hall embarked on a journey full of anti-werewolf accusations, anti-goblin accusations, jam spreading, and just all around chaos.

 

He’d managed to steer clear of the whole thing, even as the other Ravenclaws at his table got involved. When @Jack Dare declared a food fight, though, Ringo quickly snapped to attention, his mouth falling open in a dumbstruck, unfinished “Wha—?” This was the last thing he expected out of Jack.

 

“Jack, what are you doing?”

 

Jack always seemed not the sort to engage in anything that smelled like trouble or disobeying the rules.

Edited by Richard Stafford

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Ollie Celeste

A lot had happened since Ollie's puppeteer had embarked upon a social life. Food had been thrown (good, she adored a food fight), as had insults... Ollie herself had ended up in the firing line with the unexpected attack coming in the form of a scone. Upon seeing it had been a first year who had thrown it, Ollie played it friendly as opposed to her usual approach of screaming 'food fight' then punching Juan at some point. "Cheers mate," she said with a warm grin in @Jeramie Slater's direction, picking up the scone which had thudded onto the table and taking a bite out of it. "I'm starving, mad appreciate it."

 

She would have joined in, but there were crying first years and her conscious just couldn't enjoy the pure delight of a food fight if people were crying. Especially @Jack Dare who, from Ollie's limited knowledge, seemed nice if a little quiet. He had supported Julian in Quidditch anyway, which was enough to make her turn to the boy. "Listen, we will get to the bottom of it. Maybe if the staff started TRYING TO PUT A STOP TO THE PREJUDICE we wouldn't be here right now. Screw 'em. If they are gonna fight dirty, so are we." 

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Simon Reed

It probably wasn’t something to be proud of, but Simon couldn’t help the satisfied grin that stretched upon his face once he’d hit his target… perhaps Jeramie standing up for himself was something really worth being proud for. “Yeah!” he cheered, though @Ollie Celeste ended up accidentally being his unsuspecting target. She probably wouldn't mind it much, she’d most likely pick up the roll and eat it given the chance. He saw Prom’s retaliation from his peripheral and simply leaned in the opposite direction to dodge the flying roll. “Don’t be so dramatic…” he chuckled, this coming from him was probably slightly hypocritical… maybe his boyfriend would have made a comment had he been there. Where was @Radueriel Benson anyway? Had he been ‘jammed’ as well? He straightened up and looked towards the Slytherin table, sadly unable to spot the raven haired boy, but spotting something different instead.

 

Jack.

 

Their Jack.

 

Throwing a full bowl of marmalade towards the masses. Simon puffed out his cheeks, eyes wide from complete and utter shock. What would have possessed the normally condescending yet perfectly proper boy to do such an out of character thing? Maybe he’d just snapped, and for that he couldn’t blame him. He pushed the breath out of his cheeks and began laughing at the scene before them. He hadn’t been in the middle of a food fight in so long, and although wasteful, it was kind of a fun way to relieve stress. “Nah, I don’t think so… I think tha—Oh dear baby Merlin…” he ended up trailing off unable to answer @Julian Pritchard, having to cover his gaping mouth at having witnessed yet another Jack Dare first.

 

Edited by Simon Reed

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Ryan Dorland-Nece

This is the work of a werewolf.

 

Ryan didn't have a chance to react before @Avery Potter had poured an entire pitcher of milk on his head. He sputtered, spitting out milk and wiping it out of his eyes. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he roared, looking around to see if a professor had seen what one of the werewolves had done.

 

And....he couldn't see one. Typical. The pro-werewolf side could scream and throw things and act as violently as they wanted, and they would always get away with it. 

 

"I don't believe this," he said to @Hatty Hambeldon. "They can do whatever the hell they want, and they never get in trouble." 

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Julian Pritchard

Julian's initial hypothesis on Jack's strange behaviour was apparently wrong. It soon became clear that Jack had come to a similar conclusion as him except that, instead of trying to figure out who was doing it, he'd thrown the marmalade in an effort to... direct attention away from him? This would've been fine by Julian (kind of, he probably would've tried to clean up the mess), except that Jack was now sobbing, and he had no clue how to deal with that. He was also torn between going to talk to his mentee and waiting a few seconds to hear Simon's answer (once he stopped laughing).

 

The decision was very quickly made for him when a crying @Jack Dare emptied an entire bowl of red jam all over his chest. Julian glanced down, stunned, and tried very hard not to think about it and how sticky that would be, and how likely it was that he would end up with sticky skin underneath, and whether he'd accidentally brush against it and get sticky hands, or whether it'd get on the floor and give him sticky shoes. He also tried his best not to immediately cast a Scouring Charm on it. He had a feeling - considering the younger boy's reasoning - that that would only upset Jack further. 

 

"Uh... it's okay," he said after a moment, placing his book on the table and reaching out to awkwardly pat Jack's shoulder a couple of times. "I - I understand why you did it. If you get in trouble, I'll help explain." He gave @Ollie Celeste a glance as she, too, tried to make Jack feel better. He could neither promise that they'd get to the truth of it, nor was he sure that throwing jam constituted fighting dirty (except in the most literal sense), but he appreciated her help nonetheless. 

 

"I'll just -- " he trailed off and sighed as he looked around. Now that he knew that all the jam hadn't been a food fight gone awry, the sight was starting to make him uncomfortable, so he averted his gaze to his half-eaten toast. "I guess we can try to get to the bottom of it. Maybe we should make a list of everyone present, check to see if anyone's acting dodgy." It would be a long list but, frankly, it was better than nothing, and it might keep Jack distracted. Julian himself could use the distraction. "Oh, should we try to get some on @Jeramie Slater?" He did not relish the thought that his own jam-covered chest meant that his other mentee might get singled-out.

 

 

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Robin Corelli-Rose

The food fight began inevitably and without any sort of real hardship in the confusion - confusion that stemmed from a great case of Who Dunnit? Because certainly the bitten students, who had appeared just as surprised as those that hadn't been, wouldn't play a trick this morbid on their friends and classmates - even if it had been a nifty bit of magic.

 

At first, when the red spray splattered against Robin's (who was, naturally, sitting next to Kay), he'd had a momentary flashback - more feeling than memory - back to the long-ago night in November, and then encountered his newly acquired, completely uncontrollable habit of flared nostrils and an increase of saliva in his mouth at the warm, sweet scent of-- Not blood. As the screaming started, Robin had wiped a finger across his cheek and stuck it in his mouth. Jam - bright-red, sweet, and uniformly liquid - enchanted to look like blood. Indeed, as he'd looked around, he'd seen students recoiling and jumping back, some sitting still in their shock; a ripple of panic and excitement of the worst sort rolled through the Great Hall. There were students covered in the bloody jam everywhere he looked.

 

It was like a pale, ghoulish reminder of what had happened on November 8th. 

 

Robin had turned to @Kay Wickham, to make sure she was alright, and had found her with her mouth - lips, chin, cheeks - covered in the red stuff. His eyes widened: she looked like--

 

And that's when it had hit him, as the yelling and accusations started flying back and forth, right along with the food.

 

This was sabotage.

 

"Get more on me," he muttered hurriedly, leaning towards his best friend. "They can't pin it on the werewolves, that way."

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

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Kay Wickham

It was becoming routine, almost, to be enjoying the day when all of a sudden it takes a hard right turn into the macabre. Ever since the night of that full moon, a new reminder had lurked around every corner to snap at the heels of passers-by.

 

When Kay bit into her breakfast and found her vision obstructed by a spray of blood-like something painting her friends a bright red, she almost choked on her food. Not unusual--she bit off more than she could chew on the regular--but the vivid colour of it was all too familiar, especially here in the Great Hall, sitting at a table like the one she'd cowered beneath. The short glimpse she'd gotten of her friends was enough to remind her of the other students who'd been trapped in here with her, wounded and raw, and her teeth in the softness of the bread turned her stomach as its warm red liquid dripped down her chin.

 

The Gryffindor dropped her pastry and pulled her feet back from where they tangled over the bench, tucking them beneath her butt. She could hear her schoolmates clambering again for an explanation, for people to blame, and Kay focused very hard on the taste in her mouth. As an athlete, she was no stranger to the taste of her own blood, and unless becoming a werewolf had made her especially sweet--sugarcanis lupus--that wasn't blood at all, but jam.

 

"Get more on me," Robin was saying, and she gave him a side-long look, wary to see him splattered with it all the same. When she looked back down at her breakfast, she could see no trace of the bloody substance despite how wet it had been moments ago.

 

"I can't," she said, "there's none left?" Her voice lifted in confusion, and then the reality registered. Werewolves with blood red mouths, the people around them soaked in it. This was targeted, and she knew now what Robin was suggesting. Quick as she dared, the girl turned and pressed her lips brief to his--but in quickness there was inaccuracy, especially when it came to the trajectory of faces, and she made contact with the corner of his mouth instead. Even so, it accomplished the mission--a bright red smear of jam near his chin, and with a crooked smile, Kay stole some more from his vest to add to that effect like finger-paint, before wiping some on her own shirt and licking the rest off her palm.

 

Then she reached for her breakfast again, because she was a growing girl and NO ONE would ruin brunch with friends.

 

"Look, guys, I'm a zombie!" she cried, then stuffed the whole bun in her mouth and chewed, a veritable thunder wave of jam spewing from between her teeth. "Mmm, RAAAAAAAAIIIIISHH."*

 

*Mouth full translation: BRAAAAAAAAINS.

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Robin Corelli-Rose

Kay's mouth against his was a surprise - and even that was a mirroring, an echo, of that night, when he'd pressed their mouths together in a quick something that had been more spur-of-the-moment than anything coherent - but it had the desired effect. His mouth and chin felt sticky with the jam-blood and he had to resist wiping it off (he'd never been a messy eater). On the one hand, it was grisly and sick that he wanted his scars decorated like a vestige of how he'd been that night, his face dripping with red, red, red. 

 

But this was a chance to prove how stupid the blame thrown on the bitten students was - why would anyone want to look like this, or do that to their friends and classmates, on purpose?

 

Kay wasted no time in cramming more food in her mouth and the sight was at once horrible and hilarious - she never looked less like a werewolf. She looked - like she said, a zombie. 

 

In that moment, Robin decided to take that and run with it. He held his hands up by his shoulders, fingers curled and fixed like claws and tossed his floofy hair back. His eyes rolled up towards the ceiling and went cross-eyed. "Braaaaaaains~" he growled, in much more subdued tones than Kay. He felt his skin flush; he'd never been this freely silly.

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Kay Wickham

Her friend's attempt to imitate her zombie face had her coughing up the rest of the bun--and jam--into her hands and fumbling to get it back onto her plate between snorts of laughter. It was super duper gross, but the moment eased the pressure of memory that had been hanging in the atmosphere since the splattering started.

 

This is good, Kay thought. She grabbed a sandwich and bit into it anew, spritzing Robin and the others with a fresh wave of red viscous jam. Her teeth bared, still dug into the bread as she snickered helplessly, and she knew that as long as she could still have fun with her friends, things couldn't be that bad.

 

Not yet, anyway.

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