[GH] End of Term Feast

[Girty Hubbles]

Girty had been watching the action up near the teachers table with a smile on her face. After a while her attention began to wonder again to the plan involving Thom. She smiled back at Grace.
"I think we are going to need help. He is moving around and the cake is over there."

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

With great force of will, Algernon did not scream as his shoes sank their pointy fangs into his feet. But he did shriek a little. He drew his feet up onto the chair, effectivly straining even more of his robes with the wine. It was a pity, it had been quite a good wine.


He watched the minks scamper away, the turned to his brother, glowering at him as if this was completly his fault. Which it was. That Cashew woman was a nutcase, of course, but it had been Pier who brung her around...


Algernon completly ignored Addis and his dragons. He could recognize one of Leigh's false animals by now just by the feel, so he assumed it didn't matter.

[mistressofdarkness]

Erika watched from her spot at the end of the Ravenclaw table and rolled her eyes in disgust. That Cashew woman made her sick. And she didn't hold out much hope for Professor Moncrieff's twin either. She caught Professor Moncrieff's eye and gave him a sympathetic smile. "What on earth did you do to deserve a brother like him?" she mouthed, hoping that Algy read lips, while gesturing quietly at Pier.

[aperson]

Pier cried out forlornly as the woman of his dreams drifted away from him. He latched onto her foot in a bid to keep her, but simply found her slipper in his hand, spectacular jewels coating it like raindrops. ‘No!’ he waved his arms, desperate for her to see, but she had already disappeared towards the dragon. He swore loudly in French before turning back to Algernon.

‘Ah…’ he spotted the two mink glaring at him vehemently. ‘Ah. My little flea infested friendz…’ he smiled nervously, giving them a little wave as their tiny eyes blazed at him in fury. ‘Sac re blur!’ he bellowed before leaping onto the table before Algernon, desperate to avoid them. ‘She iz quite a woman!’ he grinned passionately.

[Faye Vedette]

Faye jumped slightly, her goblet falling from her fingers and clattering on the table noisily before toppling over and spreading across the broad shinny surface. She gripped the arms of her chair in worry as the fantastic beast emerged from the enchanted ceiling, most certainly just as fake and artificial as the clouds and sun up there, but just as realistic and fooling. It was clear to her that no student could have conjured it, even as a joke or with a Weasley product.

The emerald scales glistening as the various sources of light in the hall struck it, its sheen pristine and far too perfect and unworn for a dragon of its size. Leaning forward, Faye stared down the line of teachers, her eyes settling upon Leigh Addis, wand concealed in his lap and a small half smile on his face. ‘Leigh!’ she whispered, unsure whether she should scold him or praise him for such exhausting magic.

Faye turned away and watched Cashew approach the dragon now, her heroics and bravery an expectation in these situations, and quickly made a resolution to idolise her marble complexion and adequate bosom (She also found Algernon’s new mink slippers quite adorable).

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

Algernon looked at his brother distastefully, as he clambered onto the table, landing quite definitivly in a rather gooey plate of suet pudding.

"She turned granddad's book into a couch, you know." He told Pier sullenly.

[aperson]

‘Grandpapa’s…?’ he stared at Algernon for a moment, struck. ‘Bah! An old fool who wouldn’t let Grandmama give me drink!’ he spat onto the table, grinding the fresh flem with the toe of his shoe. ‘That book was far too hard going, brothair. I never understood how you could be so interested in ze mundane! I’m sure your new couch iz much more useful. Why, I could sleep on it perhaps while I’m here?’ He whipped a cigar from his pocket now, and as he lay down across the table – his backside in the split wine – he lit it and began to inhale deeply. ‘Ah. My brothair… isn’t she supair?’ he said, referring to Cashew.

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

Algernon gritted his teeth. "The only foolish thing Granddad did in his life was to marry a human," he told his brother haughtily. "And I can't understand why you don't think it's important, I know you hear the stars as much as I do... or atleast you used to." He shrugged.

Of course, as angry as he was at his brother... "But I suppose the couch is hideous enough that your sleeping on it can't possibly make it worse," he conceded. He chose not to comment on Cashew. His brother had always had passing fancies for completly ridiculous women, and this too would pass, he was sure of it. How anyone could actually be attracted to her, he couldn't see.

[mistressofdarkness]

algernon said:

Algernon looked at his brother distastefully, as he clambered onto the table, landing quite definitivly in a rather gooey plate of suet pudding.

"She turned granddad's book into a couch, you know." He told Pier sullenly.

((uh Jordy... Erika's still waiting to be answered...))

[Prof. Algernon Moncrieff]

Algernon noticed a vague movement in the corner of his eye, catching the tail end of Erika's question and seeing only her gestures toward Pier. But, gathering her question, he shrugged, rolling his eyes.

[mistressofdarkness]

Erika rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Oh well... by the way, congratulations on becoming the new Headmaster! You're gonna do a great job!" she mouthed again

[aperson]

‘He waz an old horse with no sense of humour,’ Pier said dismissively, placing a hand behind his head. ‘I think it would make you a hypocrite to be zo critical of our human ancestory…’ he kicked off a plate to make leg room. ‘You are mostly one yourself, you know.’ He winked at his brother, teasing him as he had done all their lives. It was his favourite pastime when he was sober.

'You think I can still hear those silly starz? I worked not to!’ he growled. ‘Why would I want to See so much? The only reason I maintained just a little of it was for my old post.’ He said, reminiscing about his days at Beauxbatons. He still could not help but giggle at his scheme with the troll.

‘I will compliment that couch, then,’ he said smarmily.

[Cashew Dumbledorable]

Cashew stands beneath the dragon and, completely eclipsed by its rather considerable shadow, wonders if this was such a good idea. Afterall it did not seem to be acting as a normal dragon would and did not appear at all dangerous for the moment. Perhaps it was under the direct control of the caster? It proves too late to consider such things as Cashew has already thrown the potion skyward where it explodes as a firework. The dragon transforms in the pyrotechnic blur, falling to the floor from very high up.

Before the light and smoke has cleared, a joyful and very loud music can be heard drifting from the center of the cloud. Dumbledorable coughs in to her hand and tries desperately to figure out which potion she had just used when it becomes abundantly clear to all as the cloud promptly vanishes. There in the dragon's place, sits a fat and ornately decorated tea pot, music and large, enchanted bubbles streaming from its spout. "Everybody is so popular," it cries abruptly, its voice deep and brassy. The pot begins to dance on its stout ceramic legs, shimmying this way and then that way, all the while repeating its original greeting. Despite great strength of will and immense inner poise, Cashew is taken by the infectious melody and begins to dance alongside the gleeful and expectant teapot. The first years immediately join in but they are very bad dancers and most upperclassmen ignore them in favor of watching the many advantages of Dumbledorable's womanly figure.

The music spreads across the hall and the enchantments in the bubbles begin their work on each and every person present.

[Draco Malfoy]

fin said:

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.

Draco was completely stunned. His eyes abruptly widened as he stared at McFinnigan indignantly, wrapped in a very uncomfortable embrace. A properly placed grimace appeared on his face as he heard the monstrous nickname he had just been called, and stilled immediately, his gaze growing deadly.

His eye twitched, as if it took every piece of advice his father had given him on staying calm in such situations, before relaxing into a calm expression, his grey eyes emotionless once again.

"I think..." He started slowly, his voice obviously straining to stay nonchalant. "That you should get your FILTHY HANDS OFF ME, MCFINNIGAN," he cried, finally snapping as he reached for his wand. "And never ever call me Drackey-boy again." He was absolutely fuming at this point, throwing McFinnigan's hands off him and about to hex him to hell and back, when a suddenly joyous noise made him turn his head, out of curiosity.

And, was he ever glad that he did.

The Nurse, which had instantly become a favourite of his in the faculty- because really, what other choices did he have? was dancing. Something he had been waiting to see for weeks, months even, and had resigned to the fact he wouldn't be able to until next term.

He raised an eyebrow, thankful that most people took the flush on his cheeks as anger at the nuisance Ravenclaw, and dropped his arm limply to his side.

[Prof Octavious Everritt]

Though fatigued and exhausted, Leigh reached for his goblet of wine and took several sips, feeling the warmth trickle down his throat and settle in his stomach. The warmth then spread through his body, warming his toes and his fingers. He smiled satisfied and leant back into his chair, slightly rejuvenated.

He looked at the dragon he had conjured and smiled, but soon looked back at it. He dropped his goblet as he gasped, wine dribbling down his robes. He stood, hands shaking as he saw his dragon turn into... into a teapot! He gripped his wand tightly, red sparks crackling from the tip. He looked down at someone whom he had not met and glared at her, dancing with the first years and too the music from his dragon-turned-teapot.

He sat down in a huff, and knew that he could not conjure another dragon, nor any other beast while he was exhausted, for the strain could kill him.

He sat, in anger, his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. He thought about his spell and the many instances he had used it over the year, then remembered the one enchantment of it and smiled. A Phoenix will be born this day.