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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 1, 2006 21:10:48 GMT
Thom at last collapsed on his back under the Hufflepuff table. The massive round glass tray that had only a half an hour ago had a full chocolate cake on it for the other students was now completely gone, only a few smeers of chocolate icing and spongey bits of cake remained. His lower face was completely smothered in gooy chocolate. "Ooooooh..." he groaned loudly, undoing his belt to ease the pressure. "Help me..." he muttered, properly defeated.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 1, 2006 21:14:36 GMT
"That will be hard" she giggled as she moved some spaghetti that had fallen into her eye. When she moved out of the way and saw Bog trying to rally the troops.
"But i think even less will be around soon." She tilted her head in Bogs direction.
"Your lover boy is taking action."
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Post by Faye Vedette on Aug 2, 2006 0:19:38 GMT
Faye took her seat back at the staff table, her head trobbing from the commotion. Her food was quite cold now, and she quickly magicked it away, no doubt to the tables right below their feet where the house elves would attended to her random plate. Mild alcohol had been provided for the teachers, and Faye poured herself a tall goblet gratefully. As she drank she looked sideways at Rainer, studying him with great interest.
It was then that her eyes moved along the table towards Addis. She swiftly looked forward again.
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Aug 2, 2006 1:27:06 GMT
Eating his food quietly and nodding his head as people spoke to him as not seem to be rude, Leigh felt glad that the end of the year had come. The signalling of the feast, a joyous event all round for everyone, meant that he could be his own person, practise his spells without limitation in secret, and perhaps find out if his plans would work.
However, Leigh soon felt someone watching him. Leigh turned his head down the row of seated Professor's and watched each one, none seem to paying him attention. Leigh shrugged and continued to eat his barbequed steak, an Australian delicasy here in Britain.
Leigh soon felt a twinge of guilt and turned his head towards Faye and watched her for a moment. A smile spread across his lips as he turned back to his food and continued to eat.
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 2, 2006 16:48:40 GMT
Thom crawled out from under the table, hoisting himself onto a bench. "What a kerfuffle..." he said, flicking off bits of cake. Waving his wand, he removed the mess from around his mouth. Boggleworth and Girty had vanished, and Lisa and Helia had disappeared too. He stared around, completely alone. "You!" he snapped, pointing his fork at a third year. "Give me that bowl of chips... and that gravy." he demanded, dragging them from the child before they could answer.
He hoped someone would talk to him soon.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 2, 2006 22:55:40 GMT
Grace smiled at Girty but then got destracted by Thom calling for chips and gravy. "Here!" she said, scrapping the veggies and grave off her shoulder and offering a handful to Thom, "can't help you on the chips though!"
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Post by Thom Moen on Aug 2, 2006 23:24:28 GMT
"Shame. I need to let them soak in the gravy before I can eat them..." he stood up and made his way over to the Ravenclaw table. He pushed a sixth year out of the way and took a bowl of chips. "I'm a beater, I can hurt you, so don't bother fighting back..." he said lazily.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 3, 2006 4:59:12 GMT
Draco sat at the Slytherin table quietly, hardly paying attention to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff antics taking place near the back of the hall. Ravenclaw had won, and he wondered what his father would have to say about that.
Stabbing his fork into some roast, he grunted noncommittally. Going back to the manor over the summer wasn't something he was looking forward to, and he hoped to avoid his father for the majority of it. Though, he knew one thing; He was going to practice quidditch over the summer and make the team next term. That he was absolutely sure of.
Taking a sip of his drink calmly, he ignored the part of his mind that insisted he was only going to do it to impress his father.
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Post by James McFinnigan on Aug 3, 2006 14:29:41 GMT
Fin had kept out of sight for the entire dinner. He had been hiding under the Slytherin table, thinking about what he could do to make this feast, just a little more fun. He would make as many chairs dissapear as he could, starting at the Slytherin table, then going to the Hufflepuff, then to Gryffindor. Fin thought it would be very nice of him if he left the Ravenclaw table alone, seeing as how they had won. James began his prank, with Malfoy as the first to fall.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Aug 4, 2006 1:58:44 GMT
The meal seemed to go on without further disruption, and Draco piled some food on his fork, scowling at a distasteful joke a fourth-year sitting beside him made. Rolling his eyes, he shifted on his seat and reached for his goblet.
Just then, a loud creak echoed through the hall, though it seemed to come from right underneath him. Glaring at a couple of the students near him who decided to stare, he shifted once more, an eyebrow raising as another creak reached his ears.
"What the hell?" He said softly to himself, twisting in his seat. Another creak. He was sure this time the entire hall heard and many eyes were pointing at him, for it came from his direction. Just as he was about to stand up, the chair he sat in seemed to wobble just slightly. Then, before he knew it, it disappeared completely and he lay on the floor dumbstruck.
His expression soon turned into one of anger and he glanced around at the laughing faces. "Who's responsible for this?" He cried, his gaze hardening. However, seated on the floor, his gaze swiveling from table to table, he was eye-level with James McFinnigan, who was coincidently sitting underneath the Slytherin table.
His eyes instantly narrowed.
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Aug 4, 2006 14:50:22 GMT
Algernon makes his way to the staff table. He does not look at his students, and he definetly does not look at Rainer.
Sitting on the far end of the table, Algernon takes a small moment to apreciate that decorations -- his house has won, after all, and that is still a good thing.
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Post by aperson on Aug 4, 2006 14:57:15 GMT
The hall was bustling with life and voices. Food was pelentiful along the five massive tables, and Pier made no effort to avoid dragged his feet through the clots of mash potatoes and cream coating various sections of the floor. He had been rather put out earlier to have found that there was absolutely no alcohol that was near strong enough to create a good party, and so he had strutted down to Hogsmede to fix this tragedy.
He stood near the side of the hall now, a rotten and chew cigar hanging from one side of his mouth - three flasks of Dragon Liver collected under his arms. One of them was already empty of course, and he flashed a rather rude grin at a female Ravnclaw seventh year, who quickly looked away. 'Ah, my brothair!' he chimed to himself as he at last set eyes upon Algernon. 'We meet again...' he began to wobble towards the staff table.
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Post by Prof. Algernon Moncrieff on Aug 4, 2006 15:01:36 GMT
Oh, merlin, it can't be... it can't possibly...
Algernon raised his head, wishing desperately that, if he ignored the familiar voice, it would just go away. But Pier wasn't that easy to deal with.
"Hello, Pier." Algernon said, with obvious distaste. "And what, may I ask, are you doing in my school? And, for that matter, in this country?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 4, 2006 15:05:00 GMT
Girty was whipping her face on the robe of a 3rd year when she heard a voice. As she turned around she saw well..a drunk French person who look a lot like Algernon. Girty looked around in disbelief and saw the professors face. With a laugh she stood onto the bench and watched the person approach the staff table.
This could be amusing she thought.
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Post by aperson on Aug 4, 2006 15:12:03 GMT
A wide, gleeful grin spread across Pier's face, and he gave a strange noise like a half-growl, half-laugh as he spread his arms, presenting himself in all his drunken glory, dropping a few of the flasks. 'Your sarcasam nevair ceases to amaze me, brothair!' he wheezed. 'I am here to zee you, of course! My little sibling by ten minutes, my othair half, ze glass to my whiskey...' he slummed on the table in front of Algernon, looking as dashing as he could. 'Filles...' he nodded to Wigglyfish and Faye.
'Unfortunately, I had a little accident with ze old place,' he said, referring to Beauxbatons. 'I went too far with my drink, amazingly.' he shurgged, his eyes blinking unevenling. "And zo I caught ze first boat here and voila!' he undid one of the flasks, and began to drink heavily.
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