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The Great Hogwarts Food Fight

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Evie Brazington

Evie Brazington

Fourth Year Slytherin

Attended

Detention Post One

Word Count: 466

 

Trying to summon food to herself was kind of hard when that wasn't even a spell that Evie had been given a chance to practice in class yet. Evie had been reading ahead for Charms (as she was wont to do) and had been confused as to why someone would learn to banish before summoning.

 

The point was that Evie's practice of the summoning charm in her room had worked fine for objects that were sitting on her dresser or on her bed. It seemed that when those items were flying at high speed throughout the Great Hall that she was struggling. Mental note: something to practice. She would need to have Juliet throw things at her when they got back to their dorm. Speaking of Juliet...where was she? "JULIET?!" Evie cried out, as the entire Great Hall went silent. Ummm...what had just happened?

 

Before Evie could realize what was going on she was being demanded to clean up this mess. But that's what she had originally tried to do! Why would Evie Brazington, of all people, purposefully put food on the floor and smash it into someone's face?! Unless it was to feed them, that is. IT WAS WASTEFUL! Precious food! Evie was a growing girl! She needed nutrition! Nutrition like pudding and pie and asparagus. "Wait, hold up!" Evie complained, holding her arm up as if she were in class, walking determinedly towards a professor. "I didn't do-WHA!"

 

Pudding + floor + Evie's clumsiness does not = grace.

 

In that moment, Evie's breath was knocked out of her as she laid on the floor, her back smothered in pudding. She crossed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking the moment to allow herself to gain some air in her lungs. "That was perfectly good pudding, too" she whined, taking her finger and, as disgusting as it may sound, wiping the floor to savor just a tiny taste of it. Just a tiny taste. Not a lot. Seriously, its not as gross as it may seem.

 

...It was pretty gross.

 

Groaning, Evie stood back up, pouted at her surroundings and pulled her wand back out. "Accio apple!" she cried out, watching as the stationary apple that had originally been used as a weapon against Julian, came flying towards her hands and with a Chaser's ease, she snatched it right up. No one had told her she couldn't use mag--oh wait, she was being scolded. Grumbling, Evie stuck her wand back down the front of her robes and wandered towards a table. She was likely to find some unpolluted food there that she could clean up with her tongue and hands, cleaning it right up into her stomach. She hadn't gotten a chance to eat much anyways and she needed to feed herself.

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Miles Weber

If Miles recalled correctly, he hadn't been one of those participating in the food-throwing aspect of the food fight that had so rudely interrupted the meal. If he were to measure the amount of food guts covering his palms, and take it to a laboratory to get it analyzed for DNA samples, he was certain that ninety-nine percent of it was SHRAPNEL from other tables, from the shenanigans of badly behaved students NOT NAMED MILES.

 

But, being of a more passive disposition than most, Miles hardly took the detention as an insult, and simply accepted Professor Fairchild's decision to punish all involved rather than wasting hours weeding out the true culprits. Merlin knew it could take hours to uncover things like these: interrogations, Chines water torture...Miles wasn't even sure the castle had a two-way mirror (obviously a necessity when dealing with criminals such as these).

 

So, sighing, and halting his mad casting of the Shield Charm, and raising his eyebrows at the back of Ryu's head, and shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Miles, in an effort to avoid any slippery food pieces to his left or right, instead stepped backwards. As it turned out, it probably would have been better for him to look where he was going: backing into a First Year would probably cause a bit more damage than stepping sideways into a pool of vanilla pudding.

 

"My god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Geez," the Ravenclaw babbled, turning and offering both hands to the girl he'd run over, looking pained.

 

wc: 249

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Raquel Donovan

POST ONE

word count: 238

 

This was obviously completely unfair!

 

Raquel stared in disbelief as a pile of professors interrupted the food fight, ordering them to clean up the place. Namely, two that had started the food fight in the first place had somehow managed to weasel out between the professors and save their arses. Raquel, unfortunately, was not one of the. Sighing dejectedly, the Ravenclaw stood up, clutching her food napkin.

 

The first year bent down and began to scrub the floor, though there was barely any mess there. Raquel couldn’t see anything, though. The disappointment of receiving a detention was far worse than the cleaning itself. She had planned to get straight O’s and no detentions whatsoever – instead, her first detention had been taken up by a stupid food fight she hadn’t even taken part of. All Raquel had done was protect her hair!

 

Sniffling, Raquel began to stand up to take a fresh napkin from the dining table when she suddenly felt a warm body fall backwards straight on her face. She slipped on a glob of mashed potato and fell straight on her back, hitting the back of her head on the marble floor with a loud ‘crack!’

 

Raquel suddenly lost it all and grabbed her head, sobbing and weeping and doing other stuff that sad people do. D: She smacked the boy’s hand away – after all, he was the one who had knocked her over! Sob sob sob.

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Miles Weber

Living with three sisters didn't make girls' crying any less awkward for Miles. Granted, Shay, Hayden, and Avery weren't exactly what he would call the weepy type: they sooner stomp on your toes and call you an oaf than cry. Noah was the weepy one, and that hardly prepared Miles for the waterworks that would follow his little misstep. Miles, of course, hated to be the Bringer of Pain on any occasion, and the fact that he'd basically steamrolled an eleven-year-old girl and reduced her to tears almost caused him physical pain.

 

As Ryu crawled to safety under cover of the Ravenclaw table, Miles stayed behind, rubbing the back of his neck and scrunching his eyebrows together, deeply concerned after having registered the sound of the crack as the back of her head knocked against the hard flooring. He continued to beg for forgiveness even after the girl had knocked his hands away.

 

"I'm really sorry, I didn't see you there," he continued, frowning deeply and grabbing a napkin to wipe up a puddle of orange juice to his right before kneeling down next to the girl. "Did you hit your head? Merlin, I'm so sorry. You're not bleeding or anything?" He felt like a bloody idiot. What was he thinking, not looking around before he moved? Wasn't that the first rule he had learned as a child? Look both ways before you cross? How was a crowded, slippery dining hall any different? He'd BROKEN some one. D:

 

"You're a Ravenclaw, right?" he asked, growing desperate as he eyed the house crest on her robes. "You want me to walk you to the Tower? I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry, really." ;____;

 

wc: 280

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Raquel Donovan

POST TWO

word count: 211

 

Tears had never fallen so quickly before. Granted, Raquel never really cried. She bottled up everything in one and only let it out once in a while, and through the chance, literally everything came out. The crying that was forming out of Raquel was most likely a buildup of the past few years, from the first day her mother died to the day she literally CRACKED HER HEAD ON THE FLOOR.

 

Gee, thanks Miles!

 

Raquel bawled loudly (and rather unattractively). The usually silent, detached girl was now blubbering, “S-stop talking to meeeeeee.” What was this boy’s problem anyway? Was he blind? Of course there was someone behind him. He wasn’t the only person alive in this room, you know. He was rather tall and should have been able to see a birds’ eye view from miiiiiles above (note the pun!) and should have spotted the little lump of a pale child on the ground.

 

Hiccuping slightly, the first year nodded, pointing at the blue-and-bronze badge pinned to the front of her robes. “Noooooooo!” Raquel shrieked, batting the older boy’s hands away. “NOOOOOOO.”

 

THIS WAS NOT COOL. 999! 999!

 

“Leave me aloooone,” Raquel sobbed hysterically. Apparently, one little hit on the head had messed up her entire brain. Once again, thanks Miles.

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Miles Weber

It turned out that Miles needn't have worried about cleaning up a mess that was not his: he was quite busy handling the pool of blood and tears and WOE that he managed to spill completely on accident. And, unfortunately, tears and woe were much harder to clean up than gravy and soup and balled-up pieces of bread crust.

 

And this First Year was making redemption nothing short of impossible: she was simply REFUSING to forgive him for his mistake, despite his desperate begging for forgiveness and profuse apologies (the phrase "I'm sorry" was never said without complete sincerity with Miles, but it was also always expressed in multiples). Was she always like this, refusing help and apologies so adamantly? Or had the harsh bump on the head altered her perception, her very personality? Good Merlin, what had he done? He'd just concussed an eleven-year-old! He could serve time for battery! He needed absolution! He couldn't live knowing he'd bruised some poor girl's brain!

 

"Er...okay." He stood, slowly, wringing his hands and looking down at the floor. "Are you...sure?"

 

One might think that some one as observant as Miles would have noted long ago that this girl did not want help at all, and taken off accordingly, but it was with great reluctance that the Fourth Year made to follow Ryu under the table: a cowardly exit, to be sure, but, at this point, Miles felt he had no choice but to revert back to the role of follower.

 

wc: 246

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Raquel Donovan

POST THREE

word count: 274

 

By now, it was an absolute answer that there was something wrong with Raquel’s brain. The fall on her head had taken a bigger impact that she had thought it would – everything was so blurry… and dizzy. Most definitely confusing. Sniffing disapprovingly, Raquel mopped the floor a little with her already too-wet-to-clean-any-further napkin. Grunting exasperatedly, Raquel tossed the old napkin aside and moved her attention on to the suspect of her broken mind.

 

Raquel reached out; trying to grab the blur of blonde hair she could see in front of her. “Go awaaaay,” she whined, all while trying to take hold of the boy’s hair. The first year ignored his question – of course she was sure. She was, in fact, 110% sure she was perfectly capable of standing up and walking to her own dormitory and into her own bed.

 

The boy got up and began to make his way under the table. Wait, what? Why!? Raquel leapt up and reached out, fumbling for the edge of the boy’s robes to yank on. Why was he leaving? Why did everyone leave? Why!?

 

“NOOOO!” Her voice came out abnormally high as it screeched across the distance between the boy and her. Raquel scurried forward and jumped on the boy’s back. Hm, he was too skinny to have anything to actually grab on to. Unfortunately, the sudden collision took a greater force than both had thought and pushed the pair onto a table, where another audible crack! was heard. Unfortunately, Raquel was taken aback by her own sobbing she could only think of herself. “Noooo mamaaaa.” She wept noisily, officially pulling and dragging the boy’s hair.

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Annie Riles

Annie Riles.

Detention Post Three.

Word Count: 301.

 

To Annie, the cleaning process was extremely boring and tiring. And also a complete waste of time. What the students had, together, done in a really long time, the house elves could´ve done in no time. These were just some of the thoughts that were going through the Slytherin´s mind at the time. Other things would include calling the Professors every bad name in the book, but let´s not get into that…

 

The second year scrubbed at the Slytherin house table. She would´ve wanted to throw something at her neighbour, but she wasn´t going to risk getting another detention doing something drastic as washing that someone´s clothes. That was just…ew. Too disgusting to even be put into words. Cleaning the tables was just the same, since there was food everywhere and not all of it was hers. She had only thrown mashed potatoes at one unsuspecting first year.

 

Life is not fair.

 

The girl was lucky enough to have a watch, and she kept glancing at it, watching the hands near midnight by every second. Any minute now, they would all be told to go off and then they would be free to wreck mayhem elsewhere. Of course, the Professors would probably end up giving them all detention for that something as well, but who thought about consequences, nowadays?

 

Coming to a decision – one that hadn´t been shared with the rest of the world – the girl dropped her rag and walked over to the doors that led to the rest of the castle. Clearly, she wasn´t needed here anymore, there were loads more students to do the biding of the adults. The Slytherin opened the door, carefully, and slipped out, before letting out a laugh that may or may not have just rung across the entire Hall.

 

...Not that she cared.

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Astrid McManus

Astrid McManus

Detention Post #6

Word Count: 394

 

Astrid had laughed when Jae mentioned Julian's caveman-handling of June, explaining that she'd only caught the end of that because she'd been hiding under the table at the time. She didn't really know Trice except by reputation (and depending on who you asked, that was either saintly or deplorable), but she was sorry she'd missed the show.

 

The Tuna Surprise kid really did have a good point about dripping on the floor, but since she already felt kinda bossy for telling him to get to work (even though it was to keep him from getting yelled at) she wasn't going to yell at him to go back to cleaning up himself. Instead, she collected a mop and followed him briefly with it until the worst of the snail-trail had left his robes. Nodding in satisfaction, she returned to Jae who was finishing up with the table-wiping.

 

Taking a short breather, Astrid explained the basics of mopping until he seemed to get the theory pretty well, then sent him to fetch another mop and bucket while she started on the floor. Between her demonstration and his aptitude to learn quickly, the process went pretty smoothly (despite a near disaster or two when one or the other splashed too much soapy water around--Astrid had the idea and some practice, but she was still no expert).

 

Finally, after what seemed like days of wearing food, Astrid looked around and decided that their unofficial section was quite passably clean. They'd worked together, but had done enough area for two, she thought. She ambled over to Jae, sniffed him theatrically, and tsk'd as she shook her head. "You smell. So do I. We should go shower." A heartbeat or two passed, and she shook her head rapidly, startled. "Separately! I meant separately!"

 

Mates as they were, this caused only a second or two of shock before they were both laughing like fiends. Figuring the mess on their clothes was a total non-issue at this point, Astrid linked arms with Jae and tossed a wink and grin in the direction of the little Ravenclaw she'd spoken to--hopefully he wouldn't be stuck here much longer. "Let's get outta here." She held her breath but although she was quite sure a professor or two saw them, they had apparently satisfactorily served their time and were able to leave without challenge.

 

Astrid and Jae, outta heeeah! <3

Edited by Astrid McManus

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Francis Barnes

Francis Barnes

Detention Post #3

Word Count: 223

 

Francis swallowed loudly when Warren’s shoddy defiance was met with silence, and once again began tugging ineffectually at the Hufflepuff’s sleeve. Clearly the boy had gotten them absolutely nowhere, and now, instead of getting out of cleaning, they were probably going to be put under stricter observation.

 

Looking right and left to ensure that their path was clear, Francis took a firm hold on Warren’s sweater with his free hand and began to drag the Hufflepuff backwards, mumbling terrified apologies to the professor for wasting their time as he did so. He did not stop until they were once again at the Ravenclaw Table.

 

Are you trying to get us into trouble!” he hissed somewhat ironically. After all, the only reason they were in this mess to begin with was because they’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, Francis didn’t see things that way.

 

He tossed Warren a dripping sponge before picking up his own cleaning supplies and continuing to wipe down the Ravenclaw Table, switching to a pail and mop when the job was done so that he could get to work on the floor.

 

Francis was never again going to enjoy a meal in the Great Hall. Never again.

 

 

Or at least not for a very long time. He needed his trauma to wear off first.

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Warren Graham

Warren Graham

Detention Post #2

Word Count: 208

 

Warren blinked, his eyes widening anxiously as his protests were not answered. Hesitantly, he adverted his gaze and said nothing, allowing Fran to pull him away. He flinched when the Ravenclaw murmured several apologies, and Warren still said nothing. His eyes continued to stare vacantly towards the ground.

 

The ground that was covered in food.

 

“Are you trying to get us into trouble!” Warren only shook his head, his cheeks suddenly flushing with embarrassment. He easily caught the soapy sponge that was thrown in his direction, ignoring the water that was now dripping all down his front. He put the sponge down onto one of the benches to his side and crossed his arms stubbornly.

 

It was too bad that Warren didn’t have a single stubborn bone in his body. Except for maybe one or two. :3

 

Within minutes, Warren had already given up. He felt bad for not cleaning, even though it was not his mess to clean. >__> He picked up a sponge, and began to scrub down one section of a table in silence.

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Emmeline Brisk

Emmeline Brisk

Detention Post #2

WC: 278

 

Sighing, Emmeline kept working on cleaning the Hufflepuff table. She was starting to get that knot in the pit of her stomach, that terrible foreboding feeling she usually got when she knew she was going to be in trouble. Please, oh please, oh please don't let my parents know this happened! Just what exactly they would say if they heard about this, well, she didn't want to know.

 

Emmeline, who had always been the teacher's favorite, and never got in trouble, was serving her first detention ever. And through no fault of her own. She could feel tears starting to form in her eyes as she stacked plates and gathered piles of silverware.

 

A single tear started to trail down her cheek, and Emmeline was painfully aware that the Great Hall was full of people. People who would see her and make fun of her if they saw her crying. With her her sleeve, Emmeline quickly wiped the tear from her cheek. However, Emmeline didn't notice that her sleeve happened to have tomato sauce clinging to it until it touched her face. Disgusted, she looked around for a clean napkin, and after failing to find one, she resorted to using her other, somewhat cleaner sleeve to get rid of the spot of sauce on her face.

 

Ordinarily, Emmeline wouldn't bat an eye at cleaning. She actually liked to clean. But today, just the degree of the messiness and the circumstances in which the cleaning responsibility was passed onto her didn't account for a very happy Emmeline.

 

As she started to scrub the table once more, she realized that no table she'd ever cleaned had seemed so long.

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Ryuichiro Takeda

Ryuichiro Takeda

Gryffindor Fourth Year

Detention Post #2

Word Count: Still more than 200

 

Just as the Gryffindor was about to slip out of the Great Hall unnoticed, the professors showed up. It was just his damnable luck. Not but a few seconds before, Ryu had seen Rosier escape, and yet he, who really had been minding his own business was the one who was about to catch heat. It was one thing for him to get busted when he had actually been up to no good, but it was something else entirely when his nemesis got off scot-free while he was left to pay the consequences. It was unjust! Near criminal! And yet, here was Fairchild, calling them all to a halt. For a few seconds, he thought that they might be able to escape, considering there was no way that the professors could put all of them in detention. However, his hopes were immediately quashed when their punishment was announced: cleaning the whole bloody mess up.

 

"That--" Ryu hissed, again inserting a word for the blonde Slytherin girl that was hardly appropriate for anyone his age or otherwise to be using.

 

There was no way he was doing this. Absolutely no way. He wasn't being punished for something he hadn't done if that dirty snake wasn't going down with him. Furious, he picked up a mop along with the other students, but made no motions to contribute in anyway, instead occasionally scrubbing when he felt a professor's eye on him.

 

And there was Brazington, the Quidditch player that Rosier was always going around with. Brazington didn't appear to have noticed that it was him that she was currently next to cleaning. Indeed, it seemed that there was no honor among Slytherins, as the blonde witch had left her best friend to suffer. He had at least tried to get Miles out before the whole lot of them were busted. He eyed the girl warily while he made another pathetic attempt to look as though he was scrubbing.

 

He hated Juliet Rosier.

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Evie Brazington

Evie Brazington

Fourth Year Slytherin

Attended

Detention Post Two

Word Count: 308

 

With every stop that Evie took to the tables to ‘clean’ the tables, the blonde Slytherin took a look around the Great Hall to try and find her best friend. Where had Juliet gone? Where was she?! HAD SHE ABANDONED EVIE?!?!?! IN HER TIME OF NEEEEEEEED?

 

Yup, seemed like it.

 

Evie went ot the table, picked up a plate with a few leftover potatoes, the closest fork and stabbed it violently. “Juliet...” she muttered, continuing with some muttered nonsense. She took the potato and shoved it in her mouth. “Shtoopud...” mutter, mutter mutter. “Mmmm, pohtawte.” This was the girl’s contribution to cleaning up. Evie did NOT clean. At least, not without her wand. And even then she never did that very well. Swallowing, the girl continued her incoherent mumblings about cleaning, Juliet, abandonment and potatoes. And she shoved another potato quickly into her mouth.

 

And the fork went into her pocket.

 

What? She was cleaning.

 

So distracted by the fact that she had been heartlessly abandoned (don’t worry, she’ll forget about it the next time she saw Juliet) and in her attempt to locate the other Slytherin girl, Evie hadn’t even noticed the other people around her. Especially not that dude that Evie had so awesomely threatened...whenever that was. The beginning of the year? The end of last year? All these events just muddled in her brain. But there he was. About to scrub some perfectly good food from the table. If someone could even call that scrubbing. Evie rode plenty of brooms...she knew what scrubbing looked like.

 

“Hey, watch it,” she muttered, reaching over to pick a piece of cheese from a serving plate directly in front of the boy. She popped the nub into her mouth and then continued with her rant. “Juliet, mutter mutter mutter, swiss, mutter mutter mutter, so stupid, Juliet, mutter.”

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Ryuichiro Takeda

Ryuichiro Takeda

Gryffindor Fourth Year

Detention Post #3

Word Count: Shockingly, still more than 200.

 

While Ryu fiddled with the mop for a few more moments, he was surprised to hear that Brazington didn't seem to be any more impressed with Rosier than he was. Though he supposed it was foolish to think that they would both support each other unconditionally---after all, if Phoebus had abandoned him there (which he more than likely would have,) he would've been swearing under his breath at him too--the Gryffindor was a bit taken aback to actually hear the Slytherin girl express her irritation with his enemy.

 

Interesting.

 

It was said that the enemy of your enemy was your friend. But what about the friend of your enemy who happens to consider your enemy particularly awful or irritating? Perhaps it was because they were both suffering the consequences of the general existence of Juliet Rosier that the Gryffindor suddenly spoke to Evie Brazington, though he never would have otherwise. Perhaps it was at this point that he had decided that maybe, just maybe, Evie Brazington was alright.

 

"No kidding," he said dully, giving his mop another idle push, seeing as he was currently under the scrutiny of one of the Professors. "Right ruddy mess Rosier's landed us both in."

 

His voice was quiet, but just loud enough to indicate that he might have been talking to her, and he might not have been.

 

And that was where he left it.

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Evie Brazington

Evie Brazington

Fourth Year Slytherin

Attended

Detention Post Three

Word Count: 226

 

If Evie kept her back to the professors, she felt as if she were invisible. And what would they do if she really was slacking? Give her more food to clean up and, in all likeliness, consume? Do it, Professors. I dare you. She kept herself turned appropriately and, in turn, left herself directly facing the Gryffindor boy. She grumbled nonsense at his comment, battling internally whether she could defend her best friend as she was wont to do, if she she should agree. The grumble could have meant either of those. Or it could have been that the cheese had been muddled with some straw food scraps that didn’t necessarily mix.

 

That probably wasn’t the case. All food mixed.

 

She began to stack the plates, almost out of habit from a chore she was required to do at home. As she continued to clean, Evie looked over at the boy, wondering why she had ever not liked him. Sure, he was someone that Juliet didn’t like. But Juliet didn’t like a lot of people. Picking up another nub of cheese, Evie leaned over the table. “If you turn around, the Professors won’t be able to see just how poorly you’re scrubbing.”

 

She smiled faintly and continued to walk down the long plank of wood, hoping to find any more odds and ends of good food.

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Mrs Norris

Her bucket knocking-over plan had turned out considerably better than she had planned. Although she had thought that her efforts had been futile in that department, the midget had done her job for her, knocking over the bucket himself in his pitiful haste and effort to get her, HER, MRS. NORRIS. If it had been in another situation, the cat would have scratched the insolent miscreant or shredded its broom or wiped the floor with it as further punishment, but the moment had passed and it had created more work and miserableness for itself. Mrs. Norris was satisfied.

 

The runts were oddly efficient in their detention work with those primative muggle tools. There was only the occassional angry mutterings of a raving lunatic disgruntled shrimp. They didn't even complain loudly or rant or do anything that would warrant more detention. How utterly unoriginal and boring these pipsqueaks were. All they seemed to want to do was finish the job and get out of here. In fact, some of them appeared to actually enjoy this cleaning. Some punishment that was if they were actually enjoying it.

 

There didn't seem to be much that the cat really could actually do. There were too many squeakers to actually bother and they were all just doing their jobs. No one was slacking or trying to cause more trouble, to her great displeasure. She still wanted an excuse to make their lives miserable, or even more miserable than it was now. As time went on, though, no other opportunities presented itself to the cat. It was turning out to be a waste of her time when she could be prowling the castle for other misbehaving munchkins. Sulking, the cat stalked away from the Great Hall and returned to her normal duties in a worse mood than before.

Edited by Mrs Norris

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Warren Graham

Warren Graham

Detention Post Three

Word Count: 215

 

“I’m done Fran.” he said, as he threw a dirty, food covered rag to the side. He wiped his hands disgustedly on his trousers, and he glanced up to see that their their detention was nearly done by the looks of things. Warren blinked. The Great Hall was not completely clean yet. There were still spots here and there and while he figured that he could probably just pretend to clean and no one would notice... Warren could not leave this job unfinished. He had already started cleaning, and so he would see it done. Leaving the Great Hall now would be like... abandoning a fantastic book once he had gotten to the middle of it.

 

It was a horrifying thought! D: Only... this thought involved cleaning up other people's food, not a good book.

 

With a sigh, he took up a sponge and a cleaning rag and began to scrub one of the benches. He should’ve bloody run when he’d gotten the chance. Warren would've done that, had he known what this scary food fight would lead to. Now he was trapped here with all of the others who had thrown their food around like it had been fun.

 

“Stupid, Francis. This is stupid.” he mumbled to his friend. But the Hufflepuff continued to clean anyway.

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Emmeline Brisk

Emmeline Brisk

Detention Post #3

WC: 251

 

On and on the cleaning process went. Emmeline felt her hands starting to swell up like giant prunes from dipping the sponge into the soapy water and scrubbing the table. She knew there was food starting to dry into her hair and robes, and she wanted nothing more than to be out of the Great Hall and get changed into some clean clothes. When would they let her leave?

 

She glanced around and noticed other students in starting to leave, some who looked like they were trying to sneak out unnoticed, and an awful lot of others looking pretty unhappy with what they were stuck doing. Emmeline looked back at the table she had been working so hard at. It was starting to look really good, and she had gotten an awful lot of it clean. There was a boy who seemed to be halfheartedly working on the other end of the Hufflepuff table- Emmeline figured she had done at least twice the work he had.

 

Hadn’t she done enough work yet? Wasn’t it time to leave? Sighing, she chucked the sponge into the bucket of water and walked towards the door, grabbing the library book she’d carefully placed on a clean seat. This was it- she’d had it. That other boy could finish the table. If her parents found out about her detention she could just tell them she hadn’t done anything to deserve it, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe then they’d understand.

Edited by Emmeline Brisk

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Professor Fairchild

((I direct you all to THIS LINK in the House Points thread.

 

If you completed your 3 required posts you got 5 house points. If you posted more than 3 times (or were exempt from posting) you got 10. If you failed to complete the detention you lost yourself 15.

 

There will be no more detentions for those of you that didn't do the work. This thread is officially closed ;)

 

Thanks for playing!

 

First person to check my math in the House Points thread and PM me to let me know it's correct Fairy fails at math! will earn an additional five house points.

 

*Fairy out* ))

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Professor Tennyson

(It took longer than anticipated to get the goodies I needed for this part, so just imagine me thanking everybody for their hard work in getting the great hall cleaned up and pulling the following students off to the side to thank them for their effort above and beyond the call and give them a little token as thanks.

 

Jaedon Sylvertongue

Evey Valentine

Astrid McManus

Hector Farquhar Torrent

Calla Sorensen

 

This was fun though - hope everybody else had fun with it as well. :))

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