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The Great Hogwarts Food Fight

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Oscar Sheffield

Being male and therefore having the observational skills of a loo-brush, the little kafuffle gained no attention from Professor Sheffield. “In all honestly,” Oscar explained, setting down his drink, “I don’t see what the problem is in getting one installed.” Madam Garren, sat next to him with a pained look that expressed deep and unwavering boredom, did not look convinced nor reassured that Oscar’s intentions were all that noble or for the well-being of the school. That was basically because they weren’t. “Imagine how enlightening a photocopier machine would be when the next staff party comes along. The possibilities are-”

 

Something soft, sticky and lukewarm had just smacked into the side of his face, seeping into his ear and matting into his hair. Mumbling a few choice words that thankfully only the Flying Instructor could hear, he surveyed the warzone. The man didn’t know whether to be impressed by the inventive use of the Banishing Charm, or whether he was going to smack every single one of those involved in detention until the end of the time.

 

And so in true Potter Puppet Pals fashion, but not before accidently flinging a bread roll towards Professor Lumley’s oversized head, Professor Sheffield bellowed, “What is this rumpus?!” The question went unanswered. There was a two-second window where Oscar had to make a split-second decision about what his next course of action should be because a large, hot potato was about to collide with his face. Ducking down to table-level, he heard the thunk on the wall behind him and stayed squatting, protected by the barrier the staff table offered. “What kind of idiot throws a potato?” It was a total violation of the rules which dictated conduct in food fights.

 

Peering up from his position of safety, his dark blond eyebrows rose exceptionally high into his hairline. Screaming, shouting, crying, general tom-foolery and kids rolling around on the floor together - even Slytherins – was not what he wanted to see. “Merlin, get a room,” he muttered, eyeing a pair of chocolate-covered teenagers, but thankfully they detangled themselves before he had to intervene. Still shell-shocked but recovering, he wrapped his own podgy digits around a stick of celery. The only method of recovery of course being to follow the age-old saying: if you can’t beat them, join them.

 

“Oi, Sherdan,” he called, lobbing the celery across the heads of the faculty. “Not many people can pull off a decorative vegetable.” Would Ralph be one of them even if he totally was the wrong regeneration of the last living Time Lord?

 

Of course, he should probably put a stop to this and he would... in a bit... eventually.

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Professor Sherdan

As was customary in daily routine, Professor Sherdan sat at the table with the rest of the faculty with a book held open under one hand and his fork half way to his mouth in the other. A familiar blue teapot was at his side. He was reading intently, of course, and the food slopped off of his utensil unnoticed as he gasped over the exciting adventures of one brave little muggle. “This here’s incredible. Such ingenuity, saving the world with a kettle and some string” he told those either side of him excitedly, but his gaze never left the pages. He had no idea who they were.

 

Noise around him usually went unnoticed when his nose was in a book, and Ralph had automatically been squinting with increasing intensity at the pages as the volume across the hall grew substantially louder. It was only when someone bellowed nearby that he made any recognition of other sounds. “Shh” he said absently, gesturing with his fork and disposing what little food that had remained on it onto the table.

 

A mere second later, Professor Sherdan was forced to abort his reading as the fork was knocked forcefully out of his hand by a spinning steak, and a large quantity of custard flecked over the immaculate tome. Slowly he raised his eyes to the room in front of him and took in the mayhem with polite surprise across his face. “How long has this been going on?” he wondered out loud.

 

Ralph stowed his book away carefully in his robe pocket before anything else could defile it, pushing his chair back with a loud screech and hovering uncertainly before the mass of food-coated students. Never having witnessed such chaos amongst those he taught, Sherdan was quite at a loss at the best course of action to take. Even as he stood there, his hand was already closing slyly around a plate of profiteroles, a restrained smile threatening to show his intentions.

 

Only when a banana collided with his teapot did Professor Sherdan realise what he was about to do and how, as a member of staff, he should remain dignified even if the ceiling collapsed. Cradling the item in his arms, in a clear display of that aforementioned dignity, he swiftly moved to break some of the fun up.

 

“Oi, Sherdan.”

 

He turned automatically as his name was called, and Ralph found himself staring at Sheffield briefly before a piece of celery whacked onto his lapel. He examined the feature with interest, setting his teapot back on the table. “It suits me, Oscar, don’t you think? Not that it’s a look I’m willing to adopt permanently. I wonder, though, do you happen to know how difficult it is to pull off ice cream and bananas?” he asked, scooping up a dish of the cold dessert and the banana thrown at him a second ago.

 

“Now you’re free to sing and play” he yelled in true imitation of the Sharpe theme song above the noise, “over the hills and far away.” And then Professor Ralph Sherdan sprinted down the length of the faculty table with surprising ease, peeling the banana with one hand and his teeth, and dumped the ice cream down the back of Oscar’s shirt collar. The fruit he of course stuck down the back of the man’s trousers.

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Madam Garren

Thoroughly unimpressed by Sheffield's argument for having a photocopier for a school that functioned on parchment, Amy snorted. "There are none of my colleagues' faces – or other body parts – that I would like to receive on parchment every year, thank you." She was about to continue on, when Sheffield promptly died. Well, he would have had it been Bugsy Malone. "Oh dear," she said gravely, watching something drip off the side of Oscar's chin. "Someone should have aimed better. They only hit one side," she pointed vaguely at the clean side of his face.

 

Keeping her head low and her glare intensity high – woe betide any student who tried to get her – Garren steadfastly carried on eating, mostly ignoring the ruckus down below and the rampant Professor beside her, even as a stick of celery sailed over her head. As long as she was untouched and the noise down there didn't get too loud, Garren would remain (mostly) unperturbed.

 

Amy clutched her plate close to her too, protectively. "And you can find some other food to mess with too. Leave your grubby paws off my meal." She hunkered down, and gazed over the Hall. She would remember who was involved in this, yes she would... Amy was making a very comprehensive mental list here. She'd do something about it too, if she got splattered with something.

 

"Boys!" Amy tutted disapprovingly at the two gentlemen. She was old enough to call anyone by patronising names, she figured. She eyed the inappropriate bulge of the banana. "Let's hope that wasn't overripe," she muttered. "You know," she cleared her throat thoughtfully, "If I put everyone who is now involved into detention, I'd have enough people to keep the school brooms maintained for the whole year!" It sounded a very good idea to her; it was one very worth contemplating.

 

Ducking as three cherries and a sausage flew in her general direction, she gave Sheffield a stern look. Amy speared her chicken viciously, and took a bite. "If you get food over me, I'm going to spank you," she declared, just before he got any ideas. She leaned slightly away from the other Professor, who now had ice-cream dripping out slowly from the back of his shirt.

Edited by Madam Garren

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Annie Riles

Hogwarts had exploded.

 

Well, no, the castle was still standing, but there was chaos and riot and...lots of other stuff everywhere. There was food flying in every direction, and the whole reason she didn´t have food lodged in her hair was because...well, she had just trapised into the Great Hall, and no, she hadn´t been looking for ways to torture Maxwell Castillo´s mentees.

 

*insert shifty cough*

 

Anywho, as the twelve year old entered the Great Hall, the first thing she noticed she noticed was that food wasn´t sitting on people´s plates or in their mouths anymore, instead it was being tossed in every direction that possible to achieve. Right, left, straight, backwards, diagonal...true facts.

 

...And then she got hit by pumpin juice.

 

Really, now, pumpkin juice?! How was that even possible, peoples? The girl was completely drenched in the beverage and someone was going to pay...even though she didn´t know who had just thrust the liquid at her, however, she could easily lodge something at anyone just to satisfy herself.

 

With that, she trotted to the Slytherin table, picked up some mashed potatoes and lodged it straight a blond boy who looked suspiciously a year younger than her.

 

Then she cackled. Really, she did.

 

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Francis Barnes

Francis had always been mildly suspicious that Evanna Nevin was rarely in the right state of mind. This was in no small way because the girl had a tendency to volunteer him for ridiculous, and dangerous activities based on of some preconceived notion that he needed to toughen up. So when the Gryffindor girl spotter him and Warren cowering pitifully beneath the Ravenclaw table he became petrified with fear.

 

Francis was positive that Evvie was going to drag him out from under the table by his tie and hurl him into the throng of flying mashed potato, chocolate pudding, and general chaos, and was just in the process of coming up with a convincing appeal for his case of cowardice when a roll hit the girl smack in head. Evvie then whirled around with a blood thirsty look on her face, forgetting about him and Warren entirely.

 

Francis gulped, relieved. That had been a close one.

 

Two seconds later, he heard the distinct sound of someone slipping in a puddle and falling to their doom behind him. Honestly, it was like he was a magnet for catastrophe. That would at least explain why everyone around him acted absolutely nutters all the time. It was probably a chemical reaction to his very presence.

 

Regardless, Francis wisely decided not to turn around. Any action on his part would probably just provoke more unwanted—albeit, tasty—violence.

 

Then he heard someone yell for all Ravenclaws to take cover under the table… with him and Warren. Because they were smart ninnies. Francis let out a pitiful groan and planted his face in his knee caps. This either meant that it was going to get a lot more crowded really soon, or he and Warren were going to get kicked out of their hiding spot. Neither were prospects that he could look forward too.

 

Hi Fran.” Declan greeted while scuttling under the table like some crazed sea urchin, seemingly unfazed by the overwhelming amount of nonsense going on around them.

 

“Please, just beat me over the head, and drag me back to the dorm room.” Francis grumbled. “Then, when I come to again, I’m going to try very hard to pretend this never happened.”

 

Cue headdesk 34.

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Aedan Reid

The greatest thing – wait, no scratch that – one of the greatest things about Hogwarts was the food. Bloody hell, it was just so good and scrumptious and delicious and every other word that was synonymous to nommy goodness. Aedan’s stomach grumbled as he quickly marched down the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, intent on his dinner and his mind already on the idea of having seconds. Aedan was not ashamed to admit that half the time, he thought with his stomach. Whatever, he was a growing boy and all that crap. Smiling, he took the first empty seat he could find, glancing around for familiar faces, acknowledging all those he knew with a broad smile and a nod of the head. The moment the food appeared, Aedan was digging in rapidly. His mother would greatly disapprove but, he didn’t let that thought stop him. She wasn’t even here now, was she? Aedan Reid smirked.

 

And that was when chaos struck. He didn’t know when it started or where or how, as he had been too focused on his food (stupid!) but there was a food fight going on. A food fight. Here. At Hogwarts. Now. For reasons beyond him, he could barely comprehend this idea. But immediately he grinned. Where was the mastermind that formulated this brilliant plan? He wanted to meet him… or her because, of course, it could be a girl not!. His food now lay forgotten, as Aedan glanced around, keeping an eye out for anybody near him, aiming in his direction.

 

That was when he felt something cold and slimy trickle down his neck, into the back of his collared uniform shirt. The eleven-year-old violently shuddered.

 

“EUGH!” Aedan yelled, beside himself. He squirmed, feeling the gooey, cold unknown food object slide down his back. The only thought that he seemed capable of forming was: YUCKY! The Gryffindor stuck a hand up the back of his shirt, flailing to grab whatever it was that was sliding down his back. Withdrawing his hand, Aedan stared at a sticky green substance that was quivering in the palm of his hand.

 

Green. Jello.

 

Someone was going to get it. Adrenaline was suddenly coursing through his veins as he grabbed a handful of some sort of custard or pudding and tossed it in a random direction. He smirked when he saw that it had hit someone, square on the back. Satisfied, he fell into a rhythm and joined the chaotic food fight. Did he mention that the best part about Hogwarts was the food?

 

Because it really was.

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Aoi Bianchi

(OOC: Let's try this again shall we?)

 

Aoi had only wanted a snack, nothing big, nothing small, but he froze when he entered the Great Hall everything had been calm, until everything turned to chaos. "What is going on here?" He had so far managed to hide behind a bench of some sort, but he was eyeing to door from his safe spot.

 

He was deciding whether or not he was safe to make a run for it, he nodded as though affirming his route in his head, and crawling out from under the table, trying to keep low at first, Aoi gradually stood more and more as he picked up speed until he was running for it, that is, until his right foot hit something slick on the stone floor, then he slipped, falling onto his back after a rather interesting slide of wheeling arms and a lost attempt to regain balance, Aoi fell hard on his back and seen stars, he was sure he seen a cat sauntering pass but wasn't quite sure. And there were students still running past him, he swore someone else tripped over his splayed form, but again, couldn't be too sure himself, his back was covered in a combined mess of goop.

Edited by Aoi Bianchi

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Professor Fairchild

Corinne Fairchild was a bit late for the evening meal.

 

Upon entering the Great Hall, she wasn't sure if this was a good thing... or a bad thing. It was good because she personally wasn't covered from head to toe in tuna surprise, nor did she have ice cream melting down her back like one of her colleagues (she was using that term loosely, with behavior like that she hoped they wouldn't be colleagues much longer!), it was bad because it seemed every student was flinging bits and pieces of food at each other, aside from the two or three that were hiding underneath their respective house tables looking scared to death. Why someone had even managed to fling a bit of mashed potato onto the Ravenclaw House banner suspended above the house table.

 

Flicking her wand at a wad of food as it came sailing towards her, the carrot and pea mixture turned into sand and fell to the floor at her feet before ever touching her purple robes. She'd not be covered in food thank you very much. Looking at the staff table to see if anyone was actually going to do anything, aside from the two grown men boys who were busy covering each other in assorted condiments and desserts (a banana down the pants... REALLY?!) Corinne only spotted Madam Garren. Garren seemed to be only concerned with her own meal, and the professor couldn't blame her, the nosh was top notch and Hogwarts but couldn't she at least have stopped the other two professors from acting like blithering idiots? No doubt the students were going to think throwing food was acceptable behavior because they'd seen their professors demonstrating it.

 

Noticing that Professor Tennyson had also just walked in to the Great Hall (he looked utterly perplexed by the happenings) Corinne grabbed onto his arm.

 

“I do say they've had enough fun for the evening, care to help me put an end to this?”

 

Smiling at him as he agreed, she directed that he should head towards the doors and block anyone from leaving. A few would try no doubt. They'd not want punished, not want detention of course. They were merely 'bystanders' caught up in the food fight, they had no choice. Boo-freaking-hoo. Tell it to someone who cared. Someone who wouldn't have to clean up this mess the lot of them had made.

 

Holding her wand to her throat, the sonorous charm in full affect, (she wouldn't want to yell and strain her voice after all) Corinne said, “ENOUGH!”

 

When her not so dulcet tones failed to do the trick, she sighed and waved her wand one final time so that all the food that was in the hands of the students or flying through the air began to hover a few inches over the students heads. Noting that a few look a bit confused, a few even poked at the floating food, Corinne smiled sweetly, removing the charm so that... SPLAT... the food hit the floor....and the tables and the benches... and the students heads. Whoops?

 

Yeah, that might have been on purpose but so what, it severed the lot of them right. They'd mucked up the entire Great Hall in a matter of minutes.

 

Current Thread Participants: You have TWELVE (real life) HOURS from the time of this post to flee the scene... after that you are stuck in the Great Hall (awaiting your punishment of course... no worries it will be 'in character' which means you'll just be RPing more, and I won't be removing any house points from you... Please note that Professor Tennyson is standing near the exit, DO NOT godmod running him over in your haste to escape )

 

Juliet, Evie, Benjamin, Archie, Ryu – only TWO of you may flee the scene. The first two to post (if any of you chose to do so) are the two that are off the hook. Decide amongst yourselves or save your own skin and leave your comrades behind, I don't really care what you do but as the instigators, you're not all getting away. ;)

 

Everyone else: If you wanted to post flinging food and didn't get too yet (but still want to roleplay in the thread) you are more than welcome to post... (emerging from underneath a table, slipping on some food, being covered in the food that I've hovered etc.) Please just keep it IC and in line with the current stream of events.

 

((Professor Tennyson was godmodded mostly with his permission... and he'll likely make an appearance in this thread very soon but that doesn't mean you need to wait on him to post))

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Julian Trice

He was left staring after her. Not even scowling at the fishy mushy mess that she’d smeared into his hair. This said a lot about what sort of changes Julian was going through. He did however blink stupidly up at June before averting his eyes as she was in a skirt and a position to burn the retina’s out of his head…good god woman, wear some PANTS!.

 

This was perhaps why the smack of the apple over his nose came as a complete shock. The pain of it making his eyes water as he scrunched up his face, hands slapping over the offended appendage while he rolled to the side, thus mucking up his hair even more with pudding and non fish product tuna…whatever the hell it was. Sodding pachinkafink. Sodding Juliet and her ‘you’re a prat’ shrieking. Why was he a prat? Cause he tried to help her?! And June…where in sodding hell had she come from?! Was she not only a pasty, patchy, stank face twit but a ninja too?! Should he be watching his back for mortal kombat pwns off her or something? Or his front more like since she was still standing there looking entirely too watery and smug.

 

He wished he’d gotten his hands on those kabob skewers before laboring under a misconception as far as Juliet was concerned…or maybe he didn’t need them at all. This WAS Pachinkafink. With a growl and ginger poking at his nose, Julian pushed himself to his feet, nearly slipping in the pudding again and turned to face the blonde Ravenclaw. Eyes narrowed in irritation at the fact that not only had she smashed him with an apple, but dared to have nearly the same color locks as Juliet who he was seriously considering snatching up and hauling off somewhere for a bit of yelling…and maybe a bit of snogging too.

 

But for now.

 

KILL THE SPARE.

 

No one would miss her, right?

 

Yeah…he sure as heck wouldn’t.

 

With a snarl and a very dirty swear, Julian reached out for the girls hair, fist tightening around the strands as he yanked and began walking/dragging the girl towards the door. Through all the commotion he was pretty sure nobody would notice that he’d gone all cave man on June Johnson.

 

“You’ll pay for that you epic stain!” he snapped, grunting and nearly losing his footing several times. Bloody hell June was a fat one. Lay off the haggis you git.

 

And on his way out he grabbed a huge drumstick, occasionally taking whacks at her flailing hands as he ushered her out of the great hall and into a world of hurt.

 

I'm out this piece...and I'm taking Pachinkafink with meh. :P

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Professor Tennyson

[Professor Tennyson had something come up last minute tonight, hence Fairy :wub: needing to god mode (which she did quite nicely by the way) I shall be making my appearance tomorrow,likely shortly after Fairy's deadline. Do stick around, won't you? ;)]

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Carpe Izepic-Nece

EW! What the--?!? Carpe suddenly found half his body covered in Rice porridge! Let me say that having mashed potatoes thrown at Benji wasn't leveled up to getting RICE PORRIDGE dripping down half your face, and uniform. By now he was standing on the seats launching off different types of food in just random places.

 

The air wasn't just loaded with those pretty floating candles anymore, it was chuck full of edibles! Like, really. If you want a bowl of pudding, you just wait for a Gryffindor to pick one up and throw it and you can pluck it out of mid-air. Along with the spoon that will fly by soon afterward.

 

God--why had he entered this again?!

 

Oh yeah..cause SOMEONE threw that pudding at him! He wasn't even able to catch the darn thing! He bent down to grab at a lovely piece of pie, and looked for the Benji again. As he was scanning the room, he noticed how even the professors seemed to enjoy a little kickback here and there.

 

Finally, he saw his best friend there and shouted out: "BENJAMIN NECE--YOU LAMESAUCE!" And launched that delicious pie at his friend.

 

But it never reached Benjamin. No. In fact, it stopped mid-air and kinda just...hovered..there. Carpe looked at it in bewilderment as all the movement in the Great Hall stopped. His pie was there just above his head and he timidly reached up to poke at it. "What the--" SPLAT "UGH!"

 

Carpe's eyes grew wide as the pie fell right back onto this face. That SO wasn't supposed to happen!! And now, he was covered in Pudding, Rice Porridge, ad Pie!! ...Was it just him or were all the "P" foods having an attraction to him?

 

He quickly noted the professor and with a small gasp, quickly stepped down form the bench nearly slipping from the sickly mixture of porridge and pie under his shoes. Clinging to the table for support, the first thing went off in his head. I have to get outta here! Where's Benji??" There he was. All covered in food and half the mashed potatoes Carpe had thrown earlier. Keeping his eye trained on Professor, he tried to make his way to the boy, finally getting ALL the way to the damn Slytherin's table.

 

"BENJI! We gotta go!" He hissed, waving his hand urgently. He took a step towards the boy, but his feet slipped from under him and down went Carpe, arms flailing out madly desperate to grab anything before his back hit the ground. "NNNNgghh..." He groaned out.

 

Holyhuffles. Benji BETTER get a move on..and he better take Carpe with him! D<

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Calla Sorensen

Calla watched the chaos from under the Hufflepuff table, biding her time and waiting for a safe moment to emerge again and join in the fun without becoming a target for everyone else. Her chance came relatively swiftly, with the main focus of the fight seemingly shifting towards the Slytherin table. The Ravenclaws had taken to hiding as well and she gave Declan a grin and a wave before she slipped her body between two still seated students (seriously, how could anyone just keep eating in this mess). “Don’t mind if I do.” She said, grabbing the first bowl she could reach. Mmmmmh, treacle pudding. Almost a shame to put it to waste. She dipped in a finger and scooped out a bit to stick in her mouth before tossing the food at the Ravenclaws. Because Ravenclaws needed some action as well and they were being left out </3. Well, except for the prefect girl who’d attacked that Slytherin boy. She was brave like whoa!

 

Calla’s jaw dropped when she glanced over at the staff table only to see that the professors were PARTICIPATING IN THE FOOD FIGHT! How was this normal? They were totally spoiling the fun because everything professors did was uncool. So if they started throwing food it became uncool as well and now the food-fight had lost it’s coolness factor </3.

 

And suddenly a female voice of DOOM hollered over the din telling them to stop, making the windows rattle with it’s volume. Ut oh. And then all the food froze. Wow! Calla totally wanted to learn that spell now. And then the food unfroze and a bowl of jello planted itself firmly on her head like a battle helmet, green goo leaking out from underneath it and into her hair. The good thing was that with this disguise nobody would recognize her and she might not get in trouble. *crosses fingers* That didn’t mean that she’d be spared a detention though. But maybe she could pretend to be a Slytherin and get points docked for their house instead. Green was their house colour, after all.

 

The way out was blocked, so there was no hope for escape. The only remaining hope was that the professors involved would get detentions as well. That would teach them to make food fights uncool. :P

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Benjamin Nece-Izepic

The hell--

 

WHY WAS THERE..

 

You know what. Forget it.

 

Benjamin flung food and flung food and he was about to fling some more food too when it was.. floating? What kind of crap was... Uh-oh. Teachers. Whoooppps. *whistles* WAIT. TEACHERS MEANT DETENTION. AND HE WOULD GET THAT DETENTION D: AND IT WOULD MESS UP HIS PRETTY RECORDS. Nowai. He was not getting no detention, plzkthnx (He also was intent on not getting anymore food on him, but some substance came crashing down on him when the professor released the spell. Bugger.). He had already heard from Carpe how utterly boring and---

 

Oh, speak of the devil.

 

"You think I don't know that?" He stuck out his tongue and then Carpe.... fell. Wow. Great move there, mate. Benajmin had to seriously bit his tongue to hold back laughter that would attract him some attention. But not the kind of attention he'd ever want, so he slipped off from his bench and stood to stare down at Carpe. "This is not a time for napping!" He yelled in the quietest possible tone he could manage, which wasa tinyyyy bit above a whisper. "C'mon, get up" His eyes narrowed when his fran didn't get up and.. could he really have picked a more worse time?

 

Crap.

 

He tugged at Carpe's arm and... UGH GET. UP. Benjamin put his hands on his hips for a slight second and out of not wanting to be caught up in the mess for detention, he bent down and slipped his hands under the boy's back, and one under his legs and really, could Carpe be any fatter? Benjamin lifted and the first five steps were a doozy because he wasn't fit for carrying anything heavier than Saren. Stupid Carpe. GO. ON. A. DIET. "Carpe, you've really let yourself go"

 

Benjamin maneuvered around the mess on the floor because he didn't want to have an even bigger mess on the floor by dropping Carpe and have like... his brains or something scattered everywhere. But hecould have easily just stepped in a pile of mucky food and slipped back and flung his friend somewhere. That's right. The great lord Benji giveth, and the great lord, he taketh away. <<

 

Just a few more---

 

YES!

 

Benjamin, out. (And... Carpe too. <<)

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Juliet Montague

Feeling a lot better about things after she had managed to hit quite a few people with her Banishing Charm, Juliet finally relaxed enough to actually look around her at what was going on. The whole place had erupted, and food was flying in absolutely every direction. Wishing she knew the Shield Charm, Juliet conjured up a couple of Blocking Charms, glaring in the direction of a first year who had attempted to off her with Shepard's Pie.

 

Then the Professors decided to jump in.

 

"What is this Rumpus?!"

 

"JULIAN INVADED MY PERSONAL BUBBLE!" she yelled reflexively, pointing in his direction.

 

Which is right when a Gryffindor flung soup in her direction. SOUP. Ducking as best she could as she realised at the last minute what had happened, Juliet found half her robes and the ends of her hair drenched in tomato soup. Scowling, she whipped out her wand again and Banished what may or may have not been a whole meat and potato pie in his direction, because she was feeling angry and pubescent today. Grr.

 

Then suddenly everything stopped.

 

Oh, bugger.

 

Eyes going wide as she saw Professor Fairchild and Tennyson, who had apparently decided enough was enough, Juliet decided it was high-time to get out of there. Casting a quick 'Scourgify' over herself, she glanced around for her BFFL, but Evie was too busy having epiphanies over the fact the food was now saved, so it looked like it was every witch for herself. Edging towards the doors, Juliet kept her eyes on Fairchild, horrifying images of being dragged to the dungeons where a drunken filch would be waiting with a cactus and a croquet mallet haunting her.

 

Spotting Julian making a hasty getaway with some other blonde girl because he COULDN'T KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF, Juliet's mood finally broke and she stormed out of the Great Hall.

 

To go and hit her head against a wall.

 

ANGST, ANGST, ANGST.

 

--

 

All quotes lovingly taken from the Harry Potter Puppet Pals, 'Wizarding Angst' <3

Juliet out

Edited by Juliet Rosier

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Evanna Nevin

Evvie smirked as she dodged another piece of food being thrown at her. She threw a handful of food at a random direction and...it hung in mid-air. Say what? Evvie tilted her head in question at all the hovering food. She looked around and saw that one of the professors seemed to be in charge at the moment. Oops. As the crowd moved along, and past the other professor--the male one--Evvie followed along. Maybe she wouldn't get caught. She was tiny. She could slip out behind an older student, right?

 

Happily following behind two older boys who seemed to have some sort of idea as to what they were doing, Evvie breathed a sigh of relief as she exited the Great Hall unnoticed. Ah the merits of being short and petite. The only problem was that she was still hungry! She had barely eaten any of her food before the fight started. Maybe she could find someone to get her to the kitchens. Getting a detention was something she didn't really want to experience at the moment--she had too much other stuff she could be doing.

 

With a proud hair flip, Evvie separated herself from the crowd and snuck off towards the kitchens, with chocolate pudding hanging onto the hems of her clothes, mashed potatoes clinging to her hair, and gravy smeared on her robes and face. She didn't give a damn about how she looked right now, she just needed food.

 

Food that isn't attached to me in some way or another, she added as she wiped off some gravy from her nose and headed down the stairs, away from the carnage that was the Great Hall.

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Astrid McManus

Astrid had just come to the conclusion that it would probably be safest to flee the Great Hall, and she slid out from under the table, rising slowly so that she could see if anything was coming.

 

Everything was coming. Casserole, potatoes, Jell-O, chicken wings for some reason... didn't these people know they should only throw soft stuff? Someone's eye was gonna get taken out if food with bones was involved!

 

She'd managed to slink halfway down the Ravenclaw table when something hit her in the shoulder and splattered into her hair--it hit hard with a weird sort of thunk-splat then slid juicily to the floor. Turning, she saw in quick succession that it had been a plum, and there were more of said fruit being pitched crazily by a Slytherin who was one of her nearest and dearest.

 

Almost-best-mates or not, a plum to the back was not something she'd take lightly, and she snagged up a bowl of salad from where some young Ravenickle had abandoned it. "Hit meeee with a plum, will you, you fiendish snake-boy?! AAARRGGGHH!!" she screeched like a banshee, laughing insanely as she slip-slided her way through the mess on the floor till she ended up next to Jae.

 

She gave him about a quarter of her second to see her laughing, no-hard-feelings expression, then plunked the salad bowl upside-down right on his head. The dressing was gonna be a pain to get off, but she figured it was no worse than plum juice or gravy all through her hair.

 

Her desire for vengeance had apparently come at a bad time, because suddenly Fairy and Tenny were there, looking extremely foreboding (she noticed only after a blob of soup hovered weirdly above her head before splashing down and covering her with bits of vegetables and little bow-tie noodles).

 

"Oh, shoot," she muttered, casting a glance sideways at Jae. She didn't know if he was gonna try and bolt to save his own skin, but she knew she'd been seen and was most certainly guilty. If it had been someone other than a Ravenclaw professor acting as the main authority, she might have run... but she knew better than to think the punishment would be lighter if she looked right at Professor Fairchild then took off. Instead, she perched on the edge of a pudding-covered bench and chewed her lower lip nervously as she awaited the inevitable punishment.

 

((Jae god-moding with permission. <33 ))

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Alkeen Flingh

Nash! Time to go. Alkeen stared at the teachers as they halted the food fight, but unfrotunately he hadn't spotted Juliet who had thrown pefectly a meat and potatoe pie right at Alkeen. Just as he was prepared to scrunch his eyes and hope for the best the food momentarily stopped in mid-air then fell elegantly to the floor, making a mess on the cobbled material.

 

Must have been something the Prof did. Maybe like the new charm Alkeen had learnt recently, but obviously a lot more powerful. Anyways it was time to run. Thankfully Alkeen hadn't been hit and wasn't weighted down by extra food. So with extreme pace and swiftness, still sporting his armor, he sprant up to Juliet who herself was exiting and crouched behind her to make sure he didn't get seen.

 

Going fast whilst in this position is as you can image very hard, but the thought of him getting caught behind Juliet, only merlin knows what she would describe him as. His plan seemed to have worked and Alkeen even managed to get away with his legendary armor.

 

How great was that. He should of got a detention, but instead he recieved some souvniours. In a happy mood after exiting Alkeen shouted in character fashion,

 

"SPARTANS WE HAVE WON!"

 

Laughing all the way he managed to leg it before the Profs could see who had bellowed such a thing!

 

 

OOC: Quote inspired by the film 10,000BC

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Mrs Norris

Mrs. Norris was doing a pretty good job of staying out of the way, but a pretty bad one of getting the Great Hall back to order. It was the curse of being a cat, not being able to talk and all. She continued to try and hiss and growl and yowl and what not to absolutely no avail. The food and drink kept flying!

 

Stupid ingrates! Instead of appreciating all that food that was prepared for them and appreciaitng the castle, they sought to deface and destroy it instead! And THESE were the future of the Wizarding World? Unbelievable. Mrs. Norris could do a better job and she was a cat! Of course, she did think that having fur, four legs, whiskers, and a tail made her so much more superior to these lowly runts. SHE at least knew her job.

 

Mrs. Norris was still hissing away when her vision was suddenly obscured and then something bumped her...hard. What?! She didn't just get splattered with food did she? The cat whirled around trying to see if there were nasty bits of food on her beautfiul fur. Instead of food though, she came face to face with a felled shrimp. So that was what that bump was? Suddenly Mrs. Norris didn't feel so angry about it anymore. A midget had managed to hurt herself all because of her. Perfect. Even more perfect was the fact that the girl was close enough for an attack. Mrs. Norris lifted her paw, claws extended, and prepare to strike.

 

"ENOUGH!"

 

The cat froze in mid-air at the sound of authority. Finally! Someone who had enough sense to stop the destruction! Finally, the twerps would be punished for their insolence! Mrs. Norris abandoned her plan and quickly moved to the side of the two big two-leggers. Surely, they had enough sense and knowledge to make any more stray flying food from hitting the general vicinity. The cat held her head high with a triumphant look on her face, despite being entirely useless, and watched as the pipsqueaks fled from the scene.

Edited by Mrs Norris

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Professor Tennyson

What on earth was happening here? Eric had absently pushed through the doors to the great hall and walked in a few steps before the situation overtook his senses and he ground to a stop, gaping at the...just what would you call this happenstance in the first place? It was clear what was going on. There was food all over the walls, the tables, the floor, the students...and the professors? That was almost more puzzling to the Muggle Studies Professor. A head table of faculty and not one had seen fit to stop this food fight before it got this far? Preposterous!

 

And Ralph! Had he just dumped ice cream down Oscar's shirt? This wasn't some harebrained scheme of Ralph's for a Muggle Studies lesson that he hadn't run past Eric, was it? Surely he'd have needed Arthur's permission to do something like this.

 

Eric as so surprised to be witness to this mayhem that he jumped slightly in surprise as Corinne grabbed his elbow and suggested they put an end to it. "By all means," he agreed as he backtracked and took a stance in the middle of the doorway. Convenient that there was only one way in and out of here, at least as far as the students were allowed use of, so once he was there Eric crossed his arms across his chest and watched Corinne go to work.

 

He'd been about to raise his own voice (magically of course) to accompany her after the first attempt to gather the attention of the students failed, but her second attempt worked so much more marvelously. So much so that a rather uncharacteristic smirk crossed his face at the irony of her casting.

 

Well, now that she had their attention, Eric had the perfect way for them to spend the rest of meal time. A few waves of his own wand later and the aisles between each table were filled with cleaning supplies and equipment: Buckets of Hot Soapy Water, Sponges, Mops, Brooms, you name it, if it was used by muggles to clean messes like this it was there. He even added a few ladders (6 foot or so only) around the walls for them to get the food that had been thrown by ickles with horrid aim by the looks of it. Anything higher than that would need to be cleaned later. Eric wasn't going to be responsible for his detention sending students to the wing if they fell off the darned things. Lastly his wand went to his own throat as Corinne's had moments ago.

 

"Welcome to our impromptu Muggle Studies lesson!" Eric called before stopping mid-stream as he noticed students trying to take advantage of his momentary distraction in summoning their tools to slide past him. A casual flip of his wand locked the door before more could join them. "Nobody leaves until this place is as spotless as it would be if our wonderful elves had cleaned it up. No magic is to be used - if we see any being used there WILL be repercussions for that use. You're going to clean things up the hard way - blood, sweat, tears and elbow grease. Those of you who know how to use the mops and brooms may demonstrate to your fellow students. Now get to work!"

 

As he dropped his arm back down to his side, Eric sent a glare up at his colleagues. Surely they ought to be helping some as well since they hadn't bothered to stop things before they snowballed out of control.

 

+++++++++++++++++++

 

Thread Participants still here - welcome to detention. Technically I guess I should move you all to Filch's office but I hope he won't be offended that I'm not doing so. You had plenty of fun making this mess together, now you can have fun cleaning it up together. So I'm just leaving you here in this thread to serve out your detention.

 

All of you are now required to make six (6) posts of two hundred (200) words minimum RPing your efforts to clean the mess you made. All posts shall be topped with a header that contains at a minimum your name, the post number and the word count. I'm going to be generous and give you until Noon on the 11th of May GMT to accomplish this and will not require you to do this before any other RP's you might have ongoing already. However, those of you who don't complete it on time will answer to me in some form or another.

 

A list of current thread participants will be edited in here later this evening once I have time to compile it. I'll likely scatter a few house points amongst those of you who PM me a correct list within five (5) hours of my post. I'll make arrangements to have your names struck from the list once you are done. I may or may not ask you to PM me about it. Those details will be edited in with the list tonight.

Edited by Professor Tennyson

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Jaedon Sylvertongue

Jaedon Sylvertongue

Detention Post #1

WC = 442

 

Jae hadn't really even been paying any attention to where the food was going. That was part of the fun of it all - launch it and then act innocent. OK, so he'd watched the last few, but there wasn't any way he was going to keep track of them all and keep launching them as he'd been doing, so it was with complete surprise that he found Astrid screeching about being hit and running full bore (well as full bore as one could go given the lack of traction on the Great Hall floor at the moment) in his direction.

 

He flinched, but then as it looked like she wasn't going to do something he relaxed. Big mistake. As soon as he'd done that, never mind he didn't know if she'd been waiting for that or not, she dumped a big bowl of salad over his head. Complete with Italian Dressing if he didn't miss his guess from the taste of it running down his face.

 

Jae started scanning the tables for something to throw back at her or dump on her when some ickle (Aoi Bianchi) went sliding past on his back, arms and legs waving and kicking madly as he did so, almost like a tortoise flipped over onto his back. "Haha - did you see that kid go flying past? Man, this is a riot. I can't believe -"

 

Of course he knew it wasn't his fault that the party came to a quick conclusion just then, but man – what were the odds that Fairchild and Tennyson would show up right as he was about to point out that the faculty wasn’t doing a thing about this. They got his attention immediately, and Jae could tell her reaction and from the way Astrid sat down next to him that she’d seen them as well.

 

The temptation to flee was pretty big, but there was no way Jae was going to make it. If Astrid hadn’t dumped that food on him, maybe he could have claimed to be uninvolved – after all he’d only just gotten here so it wasn’t like he’d done all that much. But it was too late. And as the muggle cleaning implements appeared, Jae groaned.

 

“Nooooooo. Anything but that!” he complained. “I don’t even know how to use that stuff. Well, unless those brooms fly, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that they don’t, do they Astrid. What’s with those sticks that have –“ Jae trailed off as he tried to count the strands on a mop, but quickly gave up. “Are those octopuses?!” he blurted out incredulously. “That’s barbaric!”

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Madam Garren

Madam Amy Garren

Detenti -- Waaaait. Something's not right here...

 

Ouch! Amy pursed her lips as someone yelled ENOUGH. She glanced around, sitting cuddling her plate of chicken, gravy and peas close to her, and saw the Magical Creatures professor. Oh, what a lovely, responsible creature she was. She could imagine quite a few youngsters starting to dislike their dear Professor now. Amy vaguely remembered being that age; it had been a very long time ago. Getting smushed food in one's face had seemed hilariously enjoyable. Was Corinne getting old and forgetting how to have fun?

 

The management would be asking, of course, if she cared about situation: the mess, the lack of respect for good food, the screaming children, the house elves' work. The short answer was 'no'. If children wanted to throw good food around instead of eating it, it would be they who went hungry. The house-elves always made far more food than was ever eaten – Merlin only knew what they did with all the leftovers. As for the mess, it was easily cleaned up with a few waves of the wand. Surely that was the point of magic.

 

As long as the nosh was still good and there was a hot pot of tea (Amy scourgified some mashed potato off the teapot), she was happy. Her job was to make sure the little brats could fly by the end of first year, not babysit them. She couldn't care less about what they did in their spare time, honestly. Oh, there was still some chicken left.

 

"Hello Corinne!" Amy waved her fork, her voice ringing out across the silence that had been created. "The chicken's very good. Have you had any?" She took the last portion anyway.

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Evey Valentine

Evey Valentine

Slytherin

First Year - Detention Post #1

WC: 278

 

Evey froze in place as the cat before her lifted a paw, its claws out and ready to strike. She gulped and squinted her eyes, fearing the most. Her honey brown eyes popped back open as an unfamiliar voiced sounded through the Great Hall. She was in for it now. The Slytherin scrambled up from her spot and backed away from the spot, tugging her cousin. “Hayley, we have to get out of here now,” she whispered urgently to the brunette. She searched frantically for Indiana. “Where the heck is Indi?” she muttered to herself. “Forget it, we better leave before—“ The Great Hall doors slammed shut and locked themselves before she could squeeze out of the situation. “Oh no,” she cried frantically, pushing the door helplessly. “Shoot.”

 

The Slytherin eyed the cleaning materials, wondering if she could use them later for cleaning the suits of armor in the hallways. Shaking her head of the thought, her attention was brought to the task before. Cleaning? Not so bad. Everything? Maybe that was a little harsh. Grumbling, but thankful that the professors had not docked any house points from her or anyone else in the room, she shuffled towards the cleaning supplies and grabbed to brooms. She tossed one to her cousin and dragged a bucket of hot soapy water towards the Gryffindor table. “Well, at least it’s only cleaning. That’s not so bad,” she shrugged. She had always had an affinity for cleaning things, mainly because it always gave her some sense of satisfaction after completing a task. Evey avoided Mrs. Norris’ gaze, hoping that she wouldn’t indicate that she deserved more punishment because of her clumsiness.

 

EDIT: Code error.

Edited by Evey Valentine

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Professor Fairchild

Once the students had been silenced and were looking up at her quite submissive now that they realized JUST how much trouble they'd gotten into, Corinne beamed at the Muggle Studies professor as he conjured buckets and mops and rags for the students to clean up this mess. She adored Tenny at moments like this. :wub:

 

“I see one wand out to aid in your cleaning,” she warned as she walked down the aisle between the tables, stepping delicately over the residue of green jello and tuna surprise that was stuck to the stone floors, “You'll be mucking out the hippogryff stalls without so much as a glove on when you're done here.” Fairy could totes be hardcore when it was necessary. Hippogryff dung smelt quite fierce after a few days, she could only imagine what moving it around without shovel or gloves might do to the more delicate students.

 

Heading to the staff table, which was a bit of a mess, Corinne dropped into the vacant chair next to the AGING Flying instructor. As it just so happened, Corinne hadn't yet got to sample the chicken that evening.

 

“Gentleman,” Corinne said flashing Professors Sherdan and Sheffield a sweet smile, “Perhaps you'd like to join the students in cleaning?” They had after all participated in creating this mess. “I'm sure you realize it wouldn't be prudent of you to use your wands, bad example for the children,” she continued.

 

“No worries though, with some elbow grease the staff table will be shining in no time.”

 

Turning her attention back to Garren, who it appeared was just about finished with the food on her plate, Corinne leaned in and lowered her voice a tone. “So you were here for this whole ordeal... who exactly started flinging the food.” No doubt Amy would be able to point a finger the naughty individuals who had flung the first bite.

 

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Apparently you lot think six posts is too much work. *eyes* It has reached my ears that some of you are far to busy with exams to handle the deadline. Being the understanding person that I am, I'm going to cut the number in half. You have until May 13th (TWO WEEKS) to post THREE times (200 words or more per post, in the format Professor Tennyson gave you). Failure to complete this EASIER detention with a LONGER amount of time (You're Welcome you bunch of miscreants! :wub:)... will result in... some unpleasant consquences... that I haven't yet thought of. >.> (ARE YOU SCARED?! HUH ARE YOU?!)

 

 

 

Slytherin:

Juliet Rosier

Evie Brazington

Benjamin Nece

Evey Valentine

Oliver Fulton

Julian Trice

Jaedon Sylvertongue

Annie Riles

 

Ravenclaw:

Archie Blakeney

Astrid McManus

Alec Berglund

Miles Weber

Raquel Donovan

Francis Barnes

Jone Pachinko Johnson

Declan Roberts

 

Gryffindor:

Ryuichiro Takeda

Evanna Nevin

Rhynn Kadel

Arsen Lanthore

Hector Farquhar Torrent

Louis Weasley

Aoi Bianchi

Hayley Valentine

Indiana Hainsworth

Allyson Fox

Alkeen Flingh

Aedan Reid

 

Hufflepuff:

Mallory Lyons

Warren Graham

Carpe Izepic

Laelia Midnight

Calla Sorensen

Emmeline Brisk

Ali Killingsworth

 

Professors:Troublemakers:

Sheffield

Sherdan

 

**If you PMed Professor Tennyson with lists (and they match the one I've posted) you're name will be striken from the list and you'll be exempt from the detention. I'll edit this post before the evening is out**

Edited by Professor Fairchild

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Francis Barnes

((ooc: Half rp, half detention post, because I was at work when all the detention/escaping started and couldn’t respond to some stuff. xD))

 

As yet another healthy portion of pudding began to drip down his face, Francis began to think that all Hufflepuffs were evil. Honestly, they only looked sweet a nice until the food started flying, then the gloves came off and the claws and teeth came out.

 

He was in the process of glaring intently at Calla for her wonderful display of pudding aerodynamics when an imposing voice began screaming in his ear. Okay, maybe not right in his ear, but at the rate his hearing was being worn down, it might as well have been.

 

And what was this? He was serving detention for cowering in fear under his house table? Someone, somewhere, was laughing quite loudly at Francis, because obviously there was no justice in the world. None at all. Why hadn’t Evvie taken him with her? ((seriously, Evvie. *meanface*))

 

Francis Barnes

Detention Post #1

Word Count: 228

 

The doors to the Great Hall magically closed. The only escape route out was officially gone, and pails, mops and rags were being summoned onto the floors and tables. Unfortunately, as Francis cautiously climbed out from under the Ravenclaw Table, he managed to bump his head, and one of the buckets went tumbling over the edge of the table to knock him soundly on the head, spilling water everywhere. Mostly on him.

 

Sighing for the umpteenth time, Francis pulled the bucket off his head and righted it, staring transfixed into its woodenly depths as it began to re-fill with water. Creepy.

 

He looked around for something to clean and quickly realized that he didn’t even know where to begin. Everything was really… well-covered.

 

Looking at the Ravenclaw table, which had once been lavishly decked out in steaming meals and delicious deserts, Francis began to wipe everything down with a rag in one hand and soapy sponge in the other. He managed to knock over more than one half-empty plate as he took to his task, but the floor was something he could sort out later, considering the state of things.

 

“Sorry, Warren.” He grumbled half-heartedly as one such plate tipped over the edge of the table and landed rather soundly on the Hufflepuff’s head, spilling peas and lima beans everywhere. Not that that really mattered by this point.

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Aedan Reid

Aedan Reid

Detention Post #1

315 Words

 

Aedan had been about leave, really he had, but he hadn't made it and now, he was bloody left to clean up a mess that was barely his. He had thrown a bit of custard, just a little itty bit. And it hadn't even touched the ground, really! It had just touched some other student's.. back.. So, why was he cleaning up this mess?! And, really, with no magic? Aedan swore loudly, not particularly caring if anyone heard him. The infuriated Gryffindor stood up and examined the mess surrounding him and decided it would be best to do something, rather than laze about, have everyone else do all the work, and then get in more trouble. The latter sounded oh so much better though. Aedan sighed heavily, a great frown twisting his features. He trudged over to the cleaning supplies provided and settled for a rag or two, with the intent of wiping the gravy-lathered tables. A single though ran through Aedan's mind: Ewwww. But, he didn't know how to use a broom (unless he was flying it) or a mop, so, whatever.

 

He head over to his table, rags in hand, and gingerly moved his hand over the table, mostly just wiping crumbs and things to the ground as opposed to properly cleaning it. Aedan groaned when he felt the rag pick up gravy and custard, the liquid seeping through. He raised his hand where brown residue was now dripping from. Aedan stared at it, waved it wildly with a moan of disgust, shuddered, and mustered all his courage to get back to work. He just needed to concentrate his mind on something else and not on the tables he was wiping clean… Er…

 

But that was when Aedan’s hand felt something squishy and the young boy squealed like a little girl, immediately snatching his hand up from the table.

 

It was green jello.

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