[GH] End of Term Feast

[Cashew Dumbledorable]

Without explaination or reason, the teapot raised its own lid and releasing the dragon it had started as and shrank to a size appropriate for a teapot. It would wait for another day to rise and to enliven other parties and, more mysteriously, bring estranged lovers back together. For now everyone returned to their seats, including Cashew, who left the teapot on the floor where it had appeared and waved to Draco as she passed. At last, all was right in the school.



Except for the drunk frenchman lying on the staff table but that's a story for another day.

[Prof Octavious Everritt]

Phoenix, can I do it now? Leigh thought, staring at nothing in particular. The stress of such a spell has a 50% ratio of killing me, or making me stronger, far too dangerous for just a mere show of magical prowess. No, I won't do it, the dragon almost killed me as it is, I won't conjure another creature unless a need arises, and only then would it be a creature far smaller than myself.

Leigh put his wand away, and refilled his goblet with wine and downed it in one gulp, his thirst and need to get drunk quickening. He had several more glasses and felt the effects of drunkness wash over him in one foul swoop, his head becoming clouded and the people around him all enjoying their time. HE sat quietly like he always did when drinking, and awaited some fun to begin.

[Thom Moen]

Thom gawped at the ceiling as it magically changed from a dragon to a teapot, to a sing teapot to a dragon again. He could easily yell that it was no doing of a student, and he stared towards the staff table, seeing that it was far more active then the rest of the hall. He raised his eyes at the school nurse, Cashew Dumbledorable, finishing up an elaborate but sexy and well coordinated dance with the first years as the catching jive from the teapot dived down, and he wondered how in Merlin’s name any of them managed to become teachers. Looking about, Thom was relieved to see that Grace and Girty had not followed him.

[aperson]

Pier had remained lounging on the table the whole time that that dragon had appeared, and Cashew – oh, now sexy she was – had gone to dispel it by trapping it inside as teapot, one that produced the most harmonious beat he could imagine. She abruptly finished dancing with the first years, and Pier took his chance to slip off the table, her shoe still in his hand, and float up to her dreamily. He would return to try and teach his brother the benefits of women later, which had originally been his next conversation.

‘Cherie…’ Pier stopped next to her, letting his shades slide down his nose a little so that he could look at her flirtatiously with one eyebrow raised. ‘Such talent you have! I wouldn’t be surprised if you had half of ze wizarding world aftair you. I believe this iz yours…?’ Pier held out her beautiful shoe, the one that had slipped off her foot when she had abandoned him a moment ago.

[Prof Octavious Everritt]

Leigh sat stiffly, boredom setting. He yawned and stretched, only to feel himself grow even more bored. He decided now was the time to leave. He stood without a word and began to walk across to a door, leading away from the Great Hall.

He would only stop if asked.