Cheers, for all that cyanide that you drank...
Chocolate fudge cake whizzed by, its melting chocolate
dripping. Apple pies, their mushy delicious fillings, squashed onto the faces
of those who would have eaten them. The savory meats were now stuck on the
walls, pumpkin juice coating the floor and raining down like a fountain. There
was only one word to describe the situation in the Great Hall; chaos.
No one quite knew how it started, but almost everyone was certain who was behind it.
Their view was perfect. All around the Great Hall, each member watched as pandemonium broke out and ran full force. The Slytherins were trying to get out of range, but one Slytherin was caught right in the middle. Many of the boy’s own housemates seemed to be targeting him, James noted with glee. Severus Snape was now blasting food out of his way, and shrieks rang throughout the hall, for people seemed to come to their senses. Fighting senses, that is. Magic was now tossed into the game play.
The Ravenclaws were in full defensive (probably shielding their books), while some attacked with force to their neighboring houses. Most of the Hufflepuffs were in the food fight with all their hardworking hearts, and the Gryffindors had to keep up from all sides. One similarity that everyone possessed, was the fact that they seemed to be dressed in their dinner.
Unfortunately, the professors who had been trying in vain for the past ten minutes to subdue the students had been joined by the Headmaster. Powerful Headmaster Dumbledore.
“ENOUGH! Finite Incantatem” his magically magnified voice boomed through out the hall. That was all it took to freeze everyone. The magical pumpkin juice fountain died.
Clang.
The jug fell. Silence lasted only for so long, it was then followed by shouts of complaint and cries of dismay.
“I said enough”, repeated the Headmaster sternly, and he added, after seeing students rush to the doors, “No one is to leave this Hall.” The doors slammed shut and locked.
Next to him, Sirius took a seat on his food splattered bench. “No point standing around when he obviously isn’t letting us out.” Reasoned the grey eyed boy, as James threw him an amused look.
Peter followed, after pushing off the plate of kidney beans. He didn’t seem to mind sitting in the residue. Sirius and James winced in disgust. Both of them had steered clear of beans.
Up ahead, an angry Professor McGonagall (who had gotten hit with cheesecake) seemed to be making her way to the Gryffindor table, when she was stopped by Dumbledore.
He said something and the angry Professor exited through the teachers chambers.
“Your punishment will be to clean up this hall. All of you will work together, and anymore trouble, you will find yourself serving a pleasant detention with Professor Burns.”, came the cheery voice of the headmaster, still magnified. “Good night”, were his last parting words as he too exited.
Professor Burns was a strict Potions Mistress, and she hated dealing with students. Detentions were rarely served with her, for the five years she worked there, less than ten students had served them with her. And those who did, didn’t like to talk about it.
It was apparent that this news had come as a surprise to her as well, as it did for the students. Her face became pale, a sure sign of danger.
“What are you brats waiting for?!” she barked, not even a few seconds after the headmaster left.
{to be continued}
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No one quite knew how it started, but almost everyone was certain who was behind it.
Their view was perfect. All around the Great Hall, each member watched as pandemonium broke out and ran full force. The Slytherins were trying to get out of range, but one Slytherin was caught right in the middle. Many of the boy’s own housemates seemed to be targeting him, James noted with glee. Severus Snape was now blasting food out of his way, and shrieks rang throughout the hall, for people seemed to come to their senses. Fighting senses, that is. Magic was now tossed into the game play.
The Ravenclaws were in full defensive (probably shielding their books), while some attacked with force to their neighboring houses. Most of the Hufflepuffs were in the food fight with all their hardworking hearts, and the Gryffindors had to keep up from all sides. One similarity that everyone possessed, was the fact that they seemed to be dressed in their dinner.
Unfortunately, the professors who had been trying in vain for the past ten minutes to subdue the students had been joined by the Headmaster. Powerful Headmaster Dumbledore.
“ENOUGH! Finite Incantatem” his magically magnified voice boomed through out the hall. That was all it took to freeze everyone. The magical pumpkin juice fountain died.
Clang.
The jug fell. Silence lasted only for so long, it was then followed by shouts of complaint and cries of dismay.
“I said enough”, repeated the Headmaster sternly, and he added, after seeing students rush to the doors, “No one is to leave this Hall.” The doors slammed shut and locked.
Next to him, Sirius took a seat on his food splattered bench. “No point standing around when he obviously isn’t letting us out.” Reasoned the grey eyed boy, as James threw him an amused look.
Peter followed, after pushing off the plate of kidney beans. He didn’t seem to mind sitting in the residue. Sirius and James winced in disgust. Both of them had steered clear of beans.
Up ahead, an angry Professor McGonagall (who had gotten hit with cheesecake) seemed to be making her way to the Gryffindor table, when she was stopped by Dumbledore.
He said something and the angry Professor exited through the teachers chambers.
“Your punishment will be to clean up this hall. All of you will work together, and anymore trouble, you will find yourself serving a pleasant detention with Professor Burns.”, came the cheery voice of the headmaster, still magnified. “Good night”, were his last parting words as he too exited.
Professor Burns was a strict Potions Mistress, and she hated dealing with students. Detentions were rarely served with her, for the five years she worked there, less than ten students had served them with her. And those who did, didn’t like to talk about it.
It was apparent that this news had come as a surprise to her as well, as it did for the students. Her face became pale, a sure sign of danger.
“What are you brats waiting for?!” she barked, not even a few seconds after the headmaster left.
{to be continued}
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