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Juliet Montague

This thread is conditionally open. The first seven posts are already taken up for plot purposes, but after that one of us will post in BOLD at the bottom of our post that the thread is open for chaos, and then anyone is welcome to post :3

 

Please direct all questions/comments/threats here <3

 

-~&~-

Blah, blah Charms. Why couldn't they ever learn anything really interesting in the lesson? And by really interesting, she meant something that would help her maim other people in the Dueling Chamber, because Juliet Rosier was a lovely little girl like that. At least this spell sort of had potential, she supposed, as she flicked through her textbook, only half paying attention to what was going on around her at the Slytherin table.

 

It had all been Evie's idea, of course. Juliet liked learning things and Evie liked eating things, so why not combine the two?!?!?! Evie could eat whilst Juliet learnt, and if Evie was happy and satisfied with her hunger, then she would be more likely to pay attention to Juliet and learn too. Evie had also be insisting that she 'fatten up', but so far Juliet's dastardly distraction of the roast chicken with all the trimmings was working wonders.

 

"I wonder if we can banish people," Juliet said wistfully, as she turned over a page. Was it really too much to ask? Really? If anyone with any sort of sense spent a few hours in the company of the people Juliet had to on a daily basis in class, they'd want to run off crying too. Not that Juliet ever cried, of course. Juliet was fierce.

 

People were definitely a more interesting prospect to banish than pillows, at any rate. What was the fun in banishing a pillow across a room? Wrinkling her nose up at the thought, Juliet finally closed her textbook and turned to her best friend, but not before stealing a gulp of her pumpkin juice. "Right, so," she said, swallowing, "The Banishing Charm. The incantation's Ablegatio, and if you don't successfully banish something, you can't have dessert."

 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Juliet Rosier was officially just that evil.

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Evie Brazington

Evie was brilliant. She could learn better on a full stomach, so her idea to take the lesson to the Great Hall had been a brilliant one, fueled by the fact that it was dinner time. As Juliet flipped through the Charms text trying to figure out what they were supposed to do (Evie had already read that chapter, without anyone knowing...she couldn't let everyone know just how smart she was. It would ruin her rep, yo. So, she simply pretended that she had no clue what was going on, satisfied with stuffing her face with whatever the House Elves had magically popped before her eyes.

 

"Ah beh ruuy wrooud," she muttered, her tongue wrapping itself around a bread roll. She swallowed the remainders in her mouth, coughing slightly and continued on. "It would almost be like the knockback jinx, though, wouldn't it. Although, I guess with the knockback jinx you don't have as much control as to where it--oh, bum." She said too much. She needed to distract Juliet. Mayday, mayday!!! "Bubbles. I like bubbles." Phew. She was safe.

 

Evie continued to stuff more food in her mouth, moving from the mushy peas to the pork sausage. She wasn't much in the mood to practice her magic. There were more pressing matters: her stomach. "I think you should eat something," she managed to say between bites. "You're far too skinny. You need to bulk up for quidditch this year." Not that Evie had much say in the matter; she was far too skinny as well. And she needed her dessert to make sure that she stayed all strong. And if Juliet was going to threaten her with it, then Evie was sure as hell going to fight back. Stuffing another bite of sausage into her mouth, Evie pulled her wand out from the front of her shirt.

 

Still muching, she attempted to do what she was told. "Ahblgesrooooh!" she said, giving her wand a sharp flick. She was aiming for nothing in particular and sending it nowhere in particular. All she was worried about what getting some dessert. The sparks flying from her wand did startle her slightly, though. "Oops," she said, finally swallowing her food. "Didn't mean to do that."

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Juliet Montague

Juliet really needed to pay more attention to her BFFL sometimes, instead of just nodding serenely and letting whatever she said fly over the top of her head. That was the way their friendship worked, though; they both existed in the same place, rambling on about their own issues, happily content with not understanding anything about the other one at all. Which is probably why Juliet had not held it against Evie that she had kissed Julian. Bros before hos, afterall.

 

...Or should that be sisters before misters?

 

Huh.

 

Grinning at Evie's attempt, Juliet pointed out that it sounded like the other girl had just sneezed (and, indeed, someone sat a little bit further down the table than them had had the same idea, violently jerking his plate of food away from Evie's nose), and then pulled her own wand out of the much more conservative place of her skirt pocket.

 

"So, you have to focus on sending things away from you," Juliet recited from memory, giving her wand an experimental flick in the air between them, one that sent a shower of sparks tumbling down onto the table. "I swear, there's got to be a way to use this on people." Oh, how she would love to see Ryuichiro's face as he was banished into the lake and eaten by the Giant Squid. It would be the stuff legends were made of.

 

"Alright, lets see," she said, turning to look up and down the table. She wasn't about to go banishing her own food away from her, or Evie's, for that matter, what did you think she was? Suicidal? Finally spotting a fine looking candidate in the form of a pathetic-looking younger boy, Juliet turned her wand on the fork in his hand, and stated, keeping her voice serious, "Ablegatio!"

 

With a flick of her wand, the spell shot across the table, but the boy moved at the last minute and instead of hitting his fork, the banishing charm crashed into his food, sending rice and chicken everywhere. Juliet burst out laughing, ducking behind Evie, for once glad of the other girl's height. Giggling, she took a moment to compose herself, hidden behind her BFFL, before she raised her voice a little, leaning past the other girl to see the younger boy.

 

"I'd watch out for Peeves, if I were you!" she called helpfully down to him. Sucker.

Edited by Juliet Rosier

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Benjamin Nece-Izepic

AHHHHHH.

 

Wait.

 

*backtracks*

 

Benajmin was having a fine day. Except for that five minutes he had to spend scourgiying his clothes clean because... well, we won't go into how they got dirty *shifts* Long story. Anyway. It wasn't really five minutes. It was more like a whole hour. Cept not really. Maybe ten minutes. He obviously wasn't very good at the spell. He finished up the spot on his shirt and slipped that on along with his trainers.

 

He would have spent a great deal trying to get those clean but... it didn't matter. *grumbles*

 

In order to have enough time to eat, he stumbled out the door with one shoe hardly even on, and hopped his way out of the common room. Yes, hopped. While trying to put a shoe on. He had mad skills. Lots of finess and all that crap. He entered the Great Hall with his shoe finally on and caught the first open seat he found and eyed the food around him. Hmmm... He picked out a chicken leg and scooped out some rice and smiled.

 

House elves rreally knew how to cook.

 

He lifted his fork and was about to take a bite when... SDJFVSJNSNJ!

 

His eyes went wider than this: O_O when his food suddenly went splattering everywhere, and some got in his hair and and and and UIRTGINKSJCN. He cursed loudly and pouted because now his food was all a mess and he was all a kind of but not really mess and and and, he would have to spend time getting the gravy out of his shirt and and, he would also have to spend time filling up his plate again.. because he was still hungry and and--

 

"I'd watch out for Peeves, if I were you"

 

"Thanks. Really helpful." He grumbled. As if watching out for Peeves could save him now. Oh, woe is Benjamin.

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Evie Brazington

Evie was fun by nature. She enjoyed life. She enjoyed good things and bad things alike. Her goal in life was simple: be happy. And take over the world. In that order. So far she had pretty much gotten through the happy things. There was always more room for happiness and more happiness, but that was besides the point at the moment. Currently she was determined to both protect her friend and also to learn some freakin awesome magic.

 

“That was bloody amazing!” she gushed, looking over her shoulder to peer down at Juliet. She hadn’t realized, yet, that there was a ton of food that had just been wasted. Evie was more concerned with playing along. Taking her wand, she gave a flick at the mess, muttered out a unenthusiastic “Scourgify!”, which only barely tidied up the mess that was on the Slytherin table.

 

“My turn!” she cried out, slightly nudging Juliet out of the way so that Evie could stand on her bench. “Abligatio!” she cried out, this time her mouth completely clear of food, causing a rush of magic to flow out of her wand, aiming directly for the Ravenclaw table. Within seconds, an explosion of food and drink erupted from the plank of wood, the summit of it focused around a fluffy little blond boy.

 

It was at that moment that Evie realized what had happened. What she had done.

 

“NOOOOOO!!!!” she cried out, taking a step onto the Slytherin table. The food! The precious food! All to waste!!! What had she done?!?!?!?!?!

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Archie Blakeney

Not having a lot in the world to look forward to seeing as the love of his life did not return the feelings of infatuation he had for her (why, Juliet, why?!), Archie only had left his love of food. Food wouldn’t let him down. Food loved him. Food would accept him. By this time next year he vowed to himself to be the size of a pregnant, beached whale or maybe even Jabba the Hut with a giant array of wobbling chins which would have grown to such a huge size that they’d engulfed his entire body.

 

If he was to be Jabba then Juliet Rosier in a golden bikini on a chain wouldn't go amiss.

 

Whoa, was that puberty knocking?

 

Archie was all for getting into the Scottish spirit of things with tartan, bagpipes, kilts (or perhaps not; too breezy) and the Loch Ness Monster (also known as Julian Trice), but he couldn’t handle the thought of haggis. It was all the parts of a sheep one wasn’t normally meant to eat, stuffed inside of a sheep’s stomach. How was that sane?! What kind of rational person would even think it was a good idea?! The Scottish were total freaks. It didn’t even sound appetizing. Not even the name ‘haggis’ sounded like something edible: it sounded like some form of medical condition.

 

And yet that option was slightly better than the bowl of gloop sat on his right which he’d been informed by an older student was ‘Tuna Surprise’ - the first surprise being that it had no tuna – the second surprise being that it EXPLODED IN HIS FACE. For a few moments he sat in shock, wondering when the world had turned a soft, creamy kind of colour.

 

“I didn’t know food could do that,” he gasped, pasty gunk dripping down his cheek and sliding into his lap with a soft plop. Good thing it didn’t do that after he’d eaten it or the explosion would have been even messier. Of course, there was still the likelihood that his insides would soon be coating the surrounding area in a matter of moments because the ‘Tuna Surprise’ had unsurprisingly spread quite far onto to a girl sat quite close to him. “Oh,” he mumbled, recognising the girl to be older and therefore probably a little psycho. “Surprise?” he squeaked, big blue eyes wide and hopeful as he blinked tuna out of eyelashes and gave her a squishy smile that was so beyond cute it hurt.

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Juliet Montague

The kid grumbled; Juliet ignored him.

 

It wasn't just because she didn't deign to talk to people younger than her, either. Evie had decided that it would be really fun, instead, to turn their Charms homework into a game, and had leapt, very dramatically, up on top of the bench she had been previously been sat on, all food forgotten. Feeling rather sneaky, Juliet quickly grabbed a white chocolate chip cookie and munched her way through it. Evie had never said anything about Juliet not being allowed dessert. Besides, she'd cast her --

 

"Evie what are you doing?!" the blonde girl demanded, mouth falling open, agape, as her friend waved her hand dramatically in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, and food erupted just about everywhere. Luckily, Juliet's shriek was drowned out by the extremely theatrical 'nooooooooooo' of Evie, as she realised that food had gone to waste. And Juliet? Well, Juliet was more concerned they were about to get into trouble.

 

For all of two seconds.

 

Grinning, Juliet stood up, deciding to throw caution to the wind - they could always blame it on Grubbly-Plank for telling them to go practice, right? - and pointed her wand at the back of Ryuichiro Takeda's head. "Oi! Takeda!" Not waiting for a reply, Juliet flicked her wand up, casting, "Ablegatio!"

Edited by Juliet Rosier

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Ryuichiro Takeda

Ryuichiro Takeda was actually minding his own business.

 

Really, he was.

 

So, naturally, it made sense that during one of the rare moments in which he wasn't harassing anyone, and was instead enjoying a perfectly friendly meal with Miles Weber, that something had to ruin it. Just a few moments ago, he and Miles had sat down at the Ravenclaw Table, discussing the latest match between the Ballycastle Bats and the Holyshead Harpies. The Harpies had a strong offense, but Ryu was of the opinion that their defensive techniques weren't quite up to snuff for professional leagues. It was this they had been discussing, when someone had called his name. The Gryffindor was in the process of turning to see who it was, when something forced his face forward and straight into the sandwich he'd just been holding.

 

For several seconds, the fifteen-year-old was merely shocked. Mayonnaise was smeared on his left cheek and in his hair. Little pieces of tomato, on the other hand, adorned his right, along with the occasional scrap of lettuce. What the bloody hell had just happened? Regaining his bearings, he turned around to find Juliet Rosier bent over double, laughing as hard as she possibly could.

 

"That----" And here, Ryu called Juliet a word that would have caused his mother to ground him indefinitely.

 

Of course, the most appropriate action would have been to use his own wand and hex her to Kingdom Come, but instead, in his fury, the Gryffindor seized a handful of chocolate pudding and flung it hard at the Slytherin's giggling face, ignoring Miles' protest.

 

It. Was. On.

 

----

 

This thread is now open for anyone to post!

 

Just to keep things straight, according to the HP Lexicon, the House Tables are arranged as follows:

 

GRYFFINDOR______HUFFLEPUFF______RAVENCLAW_____SLYTHERIN

 

Happy Food Fighting!

Edited by Ryuichiro Takeda

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Astrid McManus

Immersed as she was in the book she held in one hand while deftly angling food from her plate to her mouth, Astrid didn't immediately notice the commotion that was brewing not too far away at the Slytherin table. For now, she was most concerned with reading over the lesson Grubbly-Plank had assigned. Charms had been okay, but she still wished that McAmis was teaching it.

 

Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the entire side of her face was splattered with something warm and soft and she let out a startled (and rather angry) "Ohhhhhh!!!!!" That little twerp next to her had, in a completely unprovoked attack, thrown some of his food right in her face! Her head whipped to face him and she had a second to suck in an angry hiss of air, ready to tell him off, when she saw that he was even more covered in the sticky stuff than she.

 

Her words caught in her throat when he squeaked at her, and the way he batted his sauce-dotted eyelashes just about killed her. Instead of launching into a tirade, she suddenly found herself laughing so hard it hurt. "Surprise, yourself," she replied, passing a napkin to the younger boy as she swiveled in her seat to find the source of the attack.

 

And she spotted that nasty blonde snake of a girl who had tortured Astrid's sweet roommate in Fortescue's. The other one she really didn't know except that it was obviously a minion of Evie's, which meant BAD! With an evil little grin (and a look-around for Professors or Prefects), she checked her notes from Charms to be sure she had the right incantation, then flicked her wand at a bowl on the Slytherin table that happened to be right between the blonde girls. It exploded satisfyingly in a burst of whipped cream and green Jell-O, most likely full of fruit lumps like the one on their own table.

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Evanna Nevin

There was something to be said about chocolate pudding. It was really soft and squishy and it felt funny on your tongue when you tried to swallow it. That and the fact that it was murder to get out of light colored clothes if you were ever, Merlin forbid, to get it on that. So, after a few, ahem, well-learned lessons about chocolate pudding on white clothes by Mrs. Nevin onto the little brunette girl, Evvie had no plans of going near Hogwarts' chocolate pudding...but apparently someone else had other plans for her.

 

It may or may not have been on purpose, but she was surprised when flecks of chocolate pudding landed on her clothes as she was enjoying her meal. Unsure as to where the chocolate pudding came from, Evvie figured it was safe to toss it in a random direction. More or less, a random kid that seemed to be her age. That way, if they decided to retaliate, she wouldn't feel so intimidated. Grabbing a handful of mashed potatoes and a mischievous smile on her face, Evvie chucked the smashed vegetable as hard as she could towards the other end of the Great Hall...more specifically a blond boy who looked ready to choke on his own laughter.

 

Take that!

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Evey Valentine

Evey Valentine was minding her own business, chatting away with one of her close friends Beckha Peterson. Well, Beckha was actually was doing more of the chatting, which was a bit surprising on Evey's part. "So there's the hi-shine polish, the mid-shine polish, and the matte polish. There's also glitter, metallic, pearl, florescent..." The brown haired Slytherin nodded as the red head continue to explain to her the different kinds of nail polishes she collected. She feigned interest only because she valued her friendship; she could hardly give a damn about nail polish. Evey stuffed a spoonful of vegetables into her mouth right before something exploded nearby. Two blondes were giggling as someone had chicken and rice all over themselves. She turned back to her conversation, ignoring them.

 

"So what're your fav--?"

 

BOOM. BOOM POW CRASH!

 

Evey spat out the horrid jello that somehow landed in the mix of vegetables in her mouth. Gross. She picked at her hair. "Oh. My. Merlin--" she trailed off, staring at the mess of jello in her hair. "WHO'S RESPONSIBLE?" She yelled, her voice cracking and squeaking as she stood up from the Slytherin table. If it was anything she didn't lke, it was being dirty. And messy. And having jello in her hair. Fuming, Evey picked up the gravy boat and tossed its contents nearby, drenching everyone that was in the proximity that wore black and gold. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!" She yelled, shaking her fist in the air.

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Oliver Fulton

If Oliver ever thought that he would be able to have a normal day in Hogwarts, he would be thinking for a very, very long time.

 

Ollie was sat at the Slytherin table, eating his chocolate pudding quite contently. His tray had consisted of, chocolate pudding, chocolate cookies, chocolate milk and just a standard chocolate bar. Yes, he was in heaven.

 

At least until his insane mentor started casting spells he was sure he would never get a chance to learn. He snorted as the older Slytherin a few seats down from him got coated in his own food. Yeah, he loved his mentor. Ollie held the spoonful of chocolate pudding, bringing it up towards his mouth. He watched warily as food flew over towards the Gryffindor table. No way was he getting hit.

 

Oh hell. Oliver watched as a mushy, glob of white chunky stuff came flying at him. It landed square on his chest, oozing down onto his pants. Ew. Ollie cursed loudly, any laughter from before was abruptly stopped. He turned his attention towards the giggling Gryffindor. His eyes narrowed into little slits, oh Evanna, you are so done. The blond remembered her from the boat ride into Hogwarts, yeah...she was totally the type to peg him with mashed potatoes.

 

He glanced down at his chocolate pudding, longing not to see it go. But revenge was revenge, the chocolate would be a lot sweeter once it was coated firmly in Evanna's hair. Oliver grabbed a handfull of the muck and launched it at her, grinning all the while.

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Evie Brazington

This was a disaster!!! Evie had not intended for this to happen at all! She was supposed to have gotten a dessert for practicing but had never imagined that anything at all would turn out this bad. The girl gazed in horror as moments later, as if prompted by Evie to do so, Juliet hollered out the one word that feared Evie the most. The incantation for the banishing spell.

 

“Oh, Merlin’s mother’s cooking,” she cursed under her breath as even more food at the Ravenclaw table exploded, leaving it’s destruction in its wake. And by destruction, she meant that the food had managed to cover itself on some unsuspecting Gryffindor. The same lame Gryffindor who had said mean things to Juliet last year. The food didn’t deserve that sort of treatment! Evie’s second foot managed to find its way on top of the Slytherin table along with its partner. She gazed in horror as food suddenly went flying in all directions.

 

“Oh bugger!! BLAST!! OH SHI----UGER” she hollered out, her wand flying in all directions as she tried to figure out the trajectory. Where was all this food coming from?! “Accio food!” she yelled out, flicking her wand towards some flying potatoes. “Accio food!!!! ACCIO FOOD!!!” WHY WAS THE FOOD NOT LISTENING TO HER?!?!?!

 

Within moments, the dessert that Evie had been previously denied by Juliet had managed to find its way all over her legs. She ducked down, not at all caring about decency (she was in a skirt after all) and wiped the whipped topping from her legs and licking her hands clean. This was no way for food to be treated. Evie had started yet another Dark War in her own dining hall.

 

“Accio food,” she continued to cry out, hoping that some would manage to find its way into her mouth. None of it did, though. The girl looked around frantically, hoping that someone would help her when she saw an unsuspecting Slytherin boy with potatoes down the front of his shirt and chocolate pudding in his hand. Stepping forward and dropping down onto her knees, she leaned towards him, wiped some of the potatoes from his shirt and proceeded to lick her hands. Then Evie reached for the young Slytherin’s hands and lifted them to her mouth, innocently licking the pudding off of them.

 

“That is no way for you to treat food,” she scolded, wiping pudding from the corner of her mouth. “Not at all polite.”

 

With that, the girl stood back up and pointed her wands at any one else who dared to treat food with such disrespect. Maybe she could disarm anyone else who dared to banish more food from the Slytherin table. Or the Ravenclaw table for that matter.

 

And to think...she was one of the people who started this all in the first place.

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Mallory Winchester

((… I FAIL at the concise thing. I apologize…))

 

Meal times were probably the only time of day Mallory Lyons didn’t talk. She probably would talk if it wasn’t for the fact she had food shoved down her mouth that prevented that. She wasn’t the type of girl to be rude or overly gross though. So talking with her mouth full was not an option. So instead Mallory enjoyed her meal in peace while casually chatting with Ambi and Waverly. Her two friends were probably thankful for the moments of silence they received when Mallory bit into her mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes win by the way.

 

The Hufflepuff was swallowing her mash potatoes that were made of win when Juliet’s voice was heard. Mallory, who had her back towards the Slytherin table turned curiously. Her eyes reached Juliet just to time to see the food flying across the gap in between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw table right into Ryu. Her eyes grew rather wide as Juliet, of course, looking rather smug.

 

Ryu, on the hand, didn’t look all that pleased… and the battle had begun. Ryu no sooner chucked the food right back at Juliet when the entire hall seemed to erupt. What was Ryu even DOING at the Ravenclaw table anyway? Wasn’t he a Gryffindor? Mallory was busy trying to find this out when… was that chocolate pudding? Mallory’s blue eyes got wide as she looked down.

 

Oh no they didn’t.

 

They were lucky she was done with her mashed potato. Because in whatever direction that pudding came from, mashed potato was FLYING. You don’t mess with a blondes hair. She had no desire to become a brunette.

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Rhynn Kadel

Rhynn had been enjoying her food, because food was good and... she loved it. So, she was doing what she did best (aside from scaring first years, receiving howlers and snogging anything with a heartbeat), she was stuffing her face and there was nothing that could stop her. Nomming on some yummy sandwich, she had her eyes glued across the room all the way to the very far Slytherin table. Because there seemed to be some action that was going down over there, Rhynn watched as two younger Slytherin girls called out some spells that she couldn't even understand, and nearly choked on the food in her mouth when she saw a bunch of Slytherin's food splatter all over the place. Shaking her head she took another bite and looked down to her plate, but only had her head down for a few moments before her head snapped back up to the sound of yelling, cussing and 'splatting' echoing throughout the Great Hall.

 

Rhynn dropped her sandwich and watched the scene unfold before her. She watched as a younger Gryffindor at her table (Evvie) chucked mashed potatoes and Rhynn's jaw dropped. Ho'snap. She remembered a few years previous how much everyone had gotten into trouble after a food fight. Biting her lip, the blond tried to get off her bench as carefully as possible so that she would not be the main target point of food. She wanted to get out of there before she got in trouble, unfortunatley she wasn't quick enough because as she took her her feet, her neck, face, and hair was suddenly coated in thick chocolate pudding. "WHAT THE FLIPPING HELL?" Rhynn called as she lfted her hands to wipe her eyes. Stuggling to open her sticky eyelashes she spotted the one young Slytherin boy (

Oiver) who had apparently been aiming for Evvie, but missed... and instead hit Rhynn.

 

"YOU LITTLE EVIL, EVIL BAD BOY!" She lifted a hand and shook her finger at him. Her eyes glared down to the Gryfindor table and she grabbed the closest thing - a small plastic mustard bottle. "YOU. WILL. PAY YOU NASTY LITTLE MONKEY!" With that, Rhynn chucked the mustard towards the Slytherin table.

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Alec Berglund

With a blissful sigh, his eyes raised in quiet thanks to the heavens, Alec took a hearty, crunchy bite out of his B.L.T. The house elves had really outdone themselves with this one. It was a thing of perfection, a sandwich worthy of the Gods: hickory smoked pepper bacon on toasted white bread with crisp romaine lettuce and thick slices of fresh, juicy tomato. Gosh, just thinking about it had him wishing he could finish this one now just so he could get started on the next one. It was quite possibly the tastiest sandwich he had ever had the pleasure of eating in his entire life. It was too bad that it was not meant to be.

 

He was only one bite into his meal, you see, when food exploded all over his former mentee, Archie. Alec had been a piss-poor mentor to little Archie last year, and there was no way he was just going to sit there whilst food exploded all around him now. “What was that?” he asked, getting to his feet. Food seemed to be flying everywhere! Oh no, a food fight!

 

“Enough!” squawked Alec, attempting to put down his B.L.T. and finding that his hands refused to relinquish their hold on it. “That is enough!” he said again, giving up and stepping away from the Ravenclaw table with his sandwich still in hand. “Wands down, now! Hands, too! This is completely intolerable!” he said, his eyes wide in disbelief. “You there! Put that mustard down this—”

 

A glob of mashed potatoes hit him right in the face.

 

How embarrassing.

 

Luckily, however, though his pride was no longer intact, his sandwich was still safe.

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Warren Graham

Chaos erupted in the Great Hall.

 

Warren had been innocently sitting at the Ravenclaw table next to Francis Barnes, eating his dinner when suddenly a food fight broke out. Warren still felt guilty after what he had done to Francis in their duel together. He was trying to make it up to Fran by being his friend, and that was why Warren had decided to sit at the Ravenclaw table tonight, rather than the Hufflepuff table. Warren had never in his life experienced a food fight, and he quickly found that he did not enjoy them.

 

Warren ducked, covering his head with his hands, managing to avoid globs of the flying food. He figured it would not be long before the fight would be stopped by either the Professors or the Prefects.

 

And see there? Look! It was the Head Boy, just a little ways down the Ravenclaw table! He would stop all of this!

 

Oh.. no. Wait. he had just been hit in the face with mashed potatoes.

 

Warren grimaced. So... maybe this wouldn’t end as quickly as he had thought. He would have to take cover. There was no way he would take part in this fight, and possibly lose house points for Hufflepuff! *gasp* It was a horrifying thought.

 

“Fran!” he turned to face the Ravenclaw boy, and grabbed a handful of his robes. “Come on! Under the table!”

 

Dragging Francis along with him, Warren ducked under the Ravenclaw table to safety. Now, their only obstacle would be to avoid flailing feet. He didn’t want to add to Fran’s collection of bruises.

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Carpe Izepic-Nece

Carpe was eating his food so innocently, that it was impossible to see how he was now standing up on his table with a glob of mashed potato in his hand. And I'll tell you why. It was for the same reason that he had a mess of pudding running down his uniform front. It was rather disgusting looking once it wasn't in the bowl, I'll tell you that.

 

He had woken up that morning thinking that he wasn't gonna be in a food fight. but you know, a lot of people wake up not thinking of themselves as joining a food fight.

 

All of a sudden, mass hysteria broke out and food was flying all over the place. it was a wonder that none of the flying objects hit him before the pudding did, really. But when it did, it left Carpe in a state of mixed emotions. For one, he wanted to find out who it was that threw the pudding. And second, he just wanted to join in on the fun. So dipping his hand into his mashed potato, he scanned through the crowd and saw...-gasp- BENJI!

 

"OI! CHICKEN BOY!!" And he launched it right at Benji, somewhat praying that it landed in his newly-cut hair.

 

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Arsen Lanthore

Arsen was minding his own business while eating at the usual great hall. Everything seemed to be calm and he was enjoying his food. Then all of a sudden a pile of mashed potatoes flew across the room and hit the boy sitting right next to me. That must have sucked for him. He laughed for a little bit and then more food started to fly across the room. Students started getting bombarded by mashed potatoes and vegetables alike. It was becoming a complete chaso in the Great hall. He looked around for some cover while trying to get away from a piece of a burger that was lunged across the room right to him from a Ravenclaw. The burger had barely missed his faced and instead hit the girl next to him. He got under the table only to find a bunch of first years like himself under as well.

 

He took a peek above the table that was seperating him from the food fight. The second his face reached the top of the table he was hit by some jelly. He took a piece of pie next to him and lunged it into the air. It went so far that it hit a second year from the Slytherin table in the face. He in turn through his mashed potatoes at him. He had officially joined that chaos that was now known as the Great Hogwarts Food Fight. He felt both excited and embarrased for being apart of this. He was getting covered in different kinds of food and he knew that he would have to take about three showers a day in order to get everything out of his hair.

 

He went back under the table only to find that the first years that he found under the table were now also part of the battle. This was going to become very messy. He grabbed a piece of his sandwich and came up again and through it at the first person he saw. It was a Ravenclaw he did not recognize at the time. Only after the impact happened that he realized that he hit a ravenclaw prefect. Man was he going to be in trouble or what?

 

He proceeded to try to exit from the great hall by holding a plate in front of his face to defend him. He ended up making it through but was covered with about double the amount of food than when he was back behind the table. It was like everyone decided to hit him when he got up and tried to leave. Angry, Arsen ran back into the Great hall and started throwing anything he could find on the floor. He hid behind the table and looked up every now and then to throw another peice of food at someone. He did that for the entire fight. When it was over he joined his friends and talked about what they did during the fight.

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Benjamin Nece-Izepic

Hogwarts.

 

Was.

 

Going.

 

Crazy.

 

Benjamin blinked, and in that blink a series of things happened that he couldn't even explain. Food started flailing and he was being hit with merlin-knew-what and and and it, was just complete and total chaos! He eyed around, trying to figure out who had thrown pudding at him, but there was pudding--along with other food items, being thrown everywhere. Benjamin got hit in the face wtih... he didn't even know anymore.

 

He swiped at his face and again looked for a culprit, and... it was still pretty useless. Benjamin did hear a familiar voice though, before he felt another impact of food. WHY DID EVERYONE ENJOY THROWING FOOD AT HIM?!!?!? "CARPE!" He growled, not even caring where the potatoes had landed anymore (although he was pretty sure that it was somewhere in his hair) he scanned the table for something to throw back.

 

Hmmm..

 

Benjamin picked up some of the rice pudding in a bowl placed in front of him and chucked it as far as he could manage. "EAT RICE PUDDING, FISH BOY"

 

RAWR!

 

 

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Evey Valentine

Evey looked like some sort of monster from the deep. The green Jell-O that stuck in her hair gave her the appearance of some vicious sea beast. She didn't care about the Hufflepuffs that got drenched by her little gravy boat incident, but as her eyes roamed the Ravenclaw table she noticed a certain boy that used to be stuck in a vanishing step. Grinning mischievously, Evey grabbed the other gravy boat on her table and strolled over to Warren Graham who cowered under the table.

 

All around her, chaos erupted, food was flying everywhere and even the Head Boy was getting involved. Too bad he was a perfect target for a load of mash potatoes. Giggling, she found the dark-haired boy. She stooped so that she was eye-level with him and his friend that she did not recognize.

 

"Helloooooo there, poppet!" she sneered, the green Jell-O in her hair adding to her menacing appearance. "I brought you something! It looked like you were missing some gravy at the Hufflepuff table..." and with that, Evey threw the contents of the boat right in his face, cackling at his face. Oh, what a witch. She got up to skip off back to her table when she got a handful of mashed potatoes right in the eye. "OWWWWWW!" She howled, scraping the mashed potatoes out of her eyes. "GROSSSSSS!" Evey stood vulnerable on the spot, wiping the potatoes that dripped down her cheeks.

Edited by Evey Valentine

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Miles Weber

When dining with Ryu Takeda, there are certain things one must come to expect.

 

1. Much talk of Quidditch.

2. Arguments over Quidditch.

3. References to Juliet Rosier's disfigured face.

4. A distinct lack of sandwich dressings.

5. Full-fledged riots.

 

It had become customary for chaos to be served as a side dish when the Gryffindor took up a spot at the Ravenclaw table, though it was safe to say that nothing of this caliber had occurred since Second Year, when James Scott-Spencer had attached a Quaffle to Miles' arm, leading to fish being smeared onto sweaters and a subsequent detention. This event would be getting shorted by a good amount if it were labeled anything but a complete an utter melee.

 

The Ravenclaw could attest to Ryu's claim to have been minding his own business when the madness began: it would be altogether safe to say that when one placed food in front of the Gryffindor, there were very few things that could draw his attention away. One of those things, unfortunately, was being made to wear the meal he was about to ingest.

 

Miles watched anxiously as his friend, tomato decorating one cheek like a comical circle of burgundy blush on a rag doll, mayonnaise spread across the other like a blob of poorly-applied sunscreen, stood and flung a handful of pudding towards the Slytherin table.

 

"Ryu," Miles interjected anxiously, knocking a biscuit heading for his nose out of the air, "Professors. Watching."

 

Unable to gain any semblance of order over the situation, the Fourth Year pulled out his wand and began casting shield charms as food and silverware flew at the Ravenclaw table from all directions, ruing his poor timing and wondering why Slytherin's found it so inspiring to do their homework when it caused incalculable havoc.

 

Thank Merlin Head Boy Alec was immune to such vile substances as flying potatoes and mustard. Mustard that could have so easily taken his EYE OUT. FOR SHAME, SLYTHERINS. D<

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Raquel Donovan

Raquel was rather content.

 

She was sitting far, far away from people she didn't want to talk to, she had an immense load of food in front of her (AND IT WAS ALL HERS!)... everything seemed perfect. Sure, she had classes after wards, but they weren't that bad once you thought about it. Just some notes and practice.

 

Practice as in practice you need.

 

The first year eyed the Slytherin table next to Ravenclaw's, where two blonde girls were practicing some sort of charm. Unfortunately, one messed up and food splattered into the face of -- hey. That boy she met in Diagon Alley! Raquel watched in silence as a food fight ensued, splattering food everywhere.

 

Soon enough, the Head Boy stood up to stop the food fight, but only got a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

 

His poor dignity.

 

Raquel stared in curiosity as food suddenly began flying this way and that way, to this table and that table. It suddenly struck her that she was sitting between the starting house of this food fight and the end of the Great Hall.

 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," she muttered frantically to herself, ducking down and flattening herself against the Ravenclaw table.

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Francis Barnes

Warren Graham was weirding him out.

 

All Francis could do was nod helplessly as the boy rambled on about how he was so sorry that their duel had ended badly and he really hoped that his face was feeling better now and maybe he could find some good bruise paste in the Hospital Wing—

 

Really, were people supposed to talk this much in a single breath? It couldn’t be healthy. But it wasn’t so much the talking that was giving Francis the creeps so much as the lack of punches being thrown at his face. He had run out on their duel like an absolute coward. Warren had probably gained nothing from their match as a result. Shouldn’t the Hufflepuff be trying to reacquaint his face with the floorboards right about now—?

 

It was in the middle of that thought that everything—plates, drink, food, the whole lot—exploded. That’s right, erupted up and out and everywhere in one fell swoop. “Oh my god!” Francis screamed, so far in shock that he’d actually managed to kick himself back and completely off the bench he’d been sitting on.

 

Before it could truly sink in that the world was coming to an abrupt and immediate end, Warren had grabbed him by the arm and was tugging him under the Ravenclaw table. Food continued to explode and fly overhead as Francis clutched at his knees and proceeded to rock back and forth. “Warren, I don’t think this table is going to save us if the roof falls down and crushes us to death.”

Edited by Francis Barnes

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Warren Graham

“Aw, Fran, nothing like that’ll happen. Don’t worry.” he tried to make the frightened Ravenclaw boy feel better, though his efforts seemed to be in vain. He slung a reassuring arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulled his wand from his pocket.

 

All fourteen inches of it. B)

 

“Alright, ready Fran?” he said, holding the wand carefully in front of them both. As if on cue, a glob of pudding managed to somehow find its way beneath the Ravenclaw table. Quickly, Warren waved his wand as he murmured the incantation for the same blocking charm he used while dueling. A small shield flew up to protect the two boys from the incoming pudding.

 

With a triumphant grin, Warren turned to look at Fran. “You see? Dueling can come in handy sometimes!”

 

Warren turned away from the boy to peer out from beneath the table. His eyes widened when he saw a familiar Slytherin girl crouching in front of him instead.

 

“Ah!” he cried out, skittering backwards on the floor beneath the table. A foot connected solidly with the back of his head at exactly the same time the Slytherin girl splashed the contents of a gravy boat into his face.

 

“Owww...” Warren groaned, a hand flying up to his head. He decided that curling up into a tight ball would be the safest thing to do right now. “Fran!” he sputtered. “I don’t like food fights!”

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