[GH] End of Term Feast

[James McFinnigan]

darin said:

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.

Fin closed his eyes, and smiled broadly (like this!: ;D) at Draco. "Hehe, pretty funny, eh Drackey-boy?" he offered, wrapping his arm around his new best friend. "Yeah, I thought it'd be a good laugh if I made a couple chairs dissapear! Well? Tell me what you think!" Fin said, hoping for some feedback.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace sat by herself at the hufflepuff table. Everyone seemed to have abandoned her, for food or whatever reason. She sighed and gave up on trying to find something to eat. She found a glass, untouched, and a half full jug of pumpkin juice. She poured herself some juice and began sipping it slowly, brooding in her thoughts and memories.

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty sat down ont he bench next to Grace.
"What larks dear Grace." She laughed as she searched around for any food. Noticing a few sauasages that were only covered wit the odd bit of mash potato she pulled the plate closer. Chewing on a sausage she looked at Grace. After a quick swallow Girty continued to talk.
"Sorry about the food dear chap. I not indented to go that far. The bake beans down the back was a bit to much. Very sorry."

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace smiled at Girty, "oh-ho! Not at all," she said sitting up straight, "you've not lived until you've had bake beans down your back." She giggled at Girty and patted her friend on the shoulder, "don't worry about it, Girt." She nodded and removed her hand from Girty's shoulder for it still had traces of some sticky food on it. She looked at her hand and giggled, "yeah and sorry about -" she pointed to her ears "-the ... the stuff!"

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty laughed.
"Oh Grace you have never lived until you ahve...what ever you had jammed into your eyes. You feel so refreshed and deaf." She laughed and stuck her fingerer in her ear and pulled out bits of food.
"Much better i can hear the gloating again by the Ravenclaws."

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace laughed at Girty. "You know, Thom is conversing with the enemy over there by the ravenclaw table. What should we do about that?"

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty looked over in Thoms direction and laughed.
"Maybe he should have a taste of his own medicine. Did you see that Chocolate cake he ate. well maybe he would like another one?"

Girty grinned slyly and saw a whole cake sitting on the Gryffindor table.

[Prof Grace Marks]

Grace nodded and stared at Girty in confusion."What?" she asked.

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty laughed at graces confusion. She had not described the plan at all.
"Ok well we get that cake and maybe tie him down and force him to eat another one or...we could simple get his face and stuff it into the cake." She laughed and ate another sausage.

[Cashew Dumbledorable]

Cashew drifted in to the great hall, the voluminous sheath of her dress ruffling and glittering for serveral yards behind her. It had been a thoroughly productive year at the school and Cashew was terribly excited at the prospect of taking over transfiguration the following term. Catching a decent number of students in the fold of her most excellent party gown, the hogwarts healer and newly appointed professor made her way down the aisles of tables, calling gaily to each of the adoring charges who had been lucky enough to meet her. The summer would be boring without the students but the industrious Cashew Dumbledorable had already arranged a trip to the middle east to perform rain dances in a swimsuit, thus diffusing bombs and greatly heightening global harmony. After this, time allowing, Cashew would apprentice with Santa Claus for what she hoped would be a truly enlightening three weeks at the north pole. Then one short jaunt to the Ministry of Magic over some charges about being far too far too radiant for muggle eyes to safely behold and she would be back at her beloved school. She could tell already that time was going to fly---

Cashew gasps. There on the other side of the great hall, she spots Pier Moncrieff, the mysterious stranger who had once walked past her infirmary and changed her life forever. With one deep breath Dumbledorable lifts herself in to the air and hovers very swiftly, legs crossed to protect her modesty, toward her drunk and virile destiny. On the way her large yet delicate skirts knock over several tables of neglected first years. Though stunned they find themselves unharmed and even better adjusted emotionally. They will later discover that they are now completely protected from fire and several forms of infectious disease. They cheer her on but no one really listens to the first years anyway.

"True love," she croons wildly, "Here I come!" The wind resistence flutters her trailing gown like beating wings as she rockets toward perfect happiness.



Cashew was just a little too fantastic sometimes.

[Thom Moen]

On his way to pick up another boat of gravy – the other having been used so effectively it was now empty and glistening clean – Thom had come across a rather pretty Ravenclaw fifth year. He had been talking to her for a while, occasionally giving a mischievous wink and slipping in the words ‘my broom handle’, when he suddenly noticed Grace and Girty out the corner of his eye. They were watching him with manic expressions, their heads close together as they conversed behind their hands, their eyes unblinking as they watch him. He suddenly became very paranoid and glared at them in warning. Along with Boggleworth, these two girls were proof that Hufflepuffs were anything but nice, quiet and sensible.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. ‘I’ll be seeing you…’ he said to the Ravenclaw girl suddenly, interrupting her right in the middle of her story about her last trip to the hair dressers. She glared icily as he skittered away towards the far end of the table, hoping against hope that Grace and Girty would not follow him…

[aperson]

Pier’s ears perked up as a familiar, enchanting harmony drifted closer to him through the hall. It was accompanied by a most lustrous scent of a thousand gardens with perfume emitting butterflies swirling through it, passing under waterfalls of shinny pink bubbles - and for a moment he almost left the earth as he stood up from the table, turning with a sexy toss of his gleaming black hair, the years of hearty, healthy drinking having given it a hair advertisement’s sheen. It was then that his eyes were suddenly blinded by the angelic – no – godly beauty of the infamous Cashew Dumbledorable. He turned towards her, bowing flamboyantly as she arrived in front of him (managing to steal a glance up her supernatural skirt).

‘Ah, we meet yet again!’ Pier said deeply, taking hold of her hand and kissing it, but not stopping there. He took the rest of her arm and moved upwards with light, feathery strokes of passion. ‘Your eyez are like diamond studed starz, mademoiselle! Your bosom blushed like a poppy field in ze sun!’ he went down on one knee before her, looking up at her with the most devilish of intentions. ‘Fate has bought uz togethair once more. Tell me – what iz your name…?’

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

Algernon watched incredulously as his brother got up and walked over to that horrible Cashew woman. One moment he was proclaiming his attachment to the brother whom he hadn't seen in years, the next he was wooing some floating lady who had ruined their grandfather's book?

Algernon looked away in a huff. Pier hadn't changed a bit.

[Prof Octavious Everritt]

After finishing his meal, Leigh reclined into his chair and folded his arms, soon closing his eyes. He had no further interest in being in the feast, for his enjoyment of such festivities of the years end grew tiresomely boring for him. He yawned and cracked his neck and thought about why he was here still, maybe out of respect for Professor Wigglyfish and newly appointed Headmaster Algernon Moncrieff.

As he sat there, the drowning noise not allowing him to think, Leigh soon opened his eyes and cast out a glare at any student who dared look upon him. His anger frothed beneath the surface and felt his mind link with Shiela become jagged and worn, the dragon sensing his distress. She would come for him now, the dragon now larger than himself. Such creatures grow quickly.

Leigh sat there, his magical energy wanting to be unleashed, but with restraint that taxed him greatly, he barely held it in place. Several times as the noise pitched, Leigh felt ever sharpening pains run through his body, as if it was saying to unleash the power, but he could not for fear of harm.

He snapped opened his eyes and felt the warmth in the room rise, as he stood and raised his wand. A simple smile spread across his lips as he focused his thoughts, not entirely of his own, on a spell that he knew that would exhilerate most of the people.

"Draconic Exdamentia!" Leigh shouted, barely audible through the noise. The spell shot forth from his wand into the ceiling of the Great Hall, the spell twisting and rotating as a dragons form began to emerge from the magical aura. Leigh lowered his wand as the dragon formed, the spell creating the dragon from his own imagination.

Soon the wings appeared, the tail and the head. The scales gleamed emerald green in the light, as the candles flickered off the dragons scales, casting a green light down upon all that saw. The dragon was hovering, not of a will of its own, but of Leigh's will for his anger to be released.

Falling into his chair soon after, Leigh felt fatigue grip his body, for the spell had wiped him clean of any energy he had. A smile spread across his lips as he looked up at the dragon, its bellows adding to the noise of the room.

[Cashew Dumbledorable]

"I am...a dragon?" she finishes abruptly, sensing the nearby conjuration with preternatural inuition. (Also she could see it happening out of the corner of her eye.) Cashew spins to face the great hall, satin locks whipping about her lumious and perfectly exfoliated visage, and stares up at the forming beast. "We will meet again," she concludes knowingly, giving Pier a regretful look. It is one of her most perfect looks. With that Cashew gathers the width of her gown in her sumptiously moisturized hands and charges off to meet the dragon...but not before accidently knocking a goblet of fine wine on to Algernon's lap which inexplicably causes his shoes to tranfigure in to a pair of foul tempered minks upon which the divination professor finds himself standing. Though no one would be able to explain their appearance or begin to tame them, the minks quickly become Hogwarts residents, appear almost everywhere and are adored by all from then on. Except for Algernon whom they loathe.



Anyhow, Cashew retrieves a potion from one of the thousand pockets secreted in her ballooning dress and heads off toward the dragon. True love would have to wait.