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Food For Thought; VERY OPEN. To multiple peoples.
Topic Started: Sep 18 2007, 08:07 PM (784 Views)
Cy Andrews
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Cy Andrews' brain wasn't used to doing much. He rarely ever learned anything, and what he did manage to retain was mostly stuff he subconsciously absorbed while sleeping through class. Flying came naturally to him, as did flirting, so there was little to no thought involved there. The fact was that Cy didn't think much. Certainly not since he'd become popular. Events in his life were such, however, that he really couldn't avoid thinking all the time.

Eris was a constant struggle; even when the two teenagers were ignoring each other completely, Cy still felt she was tormenting him. Every movement of her hand, every word she spoke, like honey on the air. It was too much. He'd never felt this way about a girl before: he was used to girls being fun. Eris was painful. The closest thing he'd ever felt to this was having to tell Melony Harker that he wasn't going to come back, that he wasn't going to help her, that he couldn't be there. Speaking of Melony, that was another dilemma, although thankfully not one he would have to face anytime soon. When he did go home for Christmas, however, what would his former best friend say? His childhood sweetheart--he knew she was crushed, and she was going through some crazy stuff right now, so how much of that did she hold against him? Would she even talk to him when he returned? Would she even still live in Tunbridge Wells when he returned?

His homework was starting to pile up on him again, and every waking moment his stalker-ish classmate would be following him around, laughing and talking and pretending that Cy and she were the best of friends, and more. Then, when he'd tried to get rid of her yesterday, things had backfired horribly. He shuddered at the thought, then shook his head. It was exactly this that he was trying to avoid at the moment; remembering. Thinking. Problem-solving. He'd rather go about his ways and wait for something to solve itself.

So here he was, the infamous Cy Andrews, slinking unseen through the hall. A few straggling students passed by on either side, but he was invisible to their eyes, invisible to everyone's eyes. It was a marvel he hadn't discovered Disillusionment charms earlier; they were so handy. He could sneak in, do whatever he wanted, and sneak back out, and there would be no way of tracing anything back to him. His power was unlimited.

In accordance with such great power, the blond boy had planned something great indeed; a Great-Hall food fight for dinner. Pranks were one thing he didn't mind thinking about, as long as it kept his mind busy enough not to worry about his real life, and he had planned out every detail. He rounded the last corner and neared the doors of the Great Hall, armed only with his wand. He barely suppressed a snicker, then, still smiling broadly under the cover of his charm, muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa."

A good fistful of mashed potatoes rose quietly, unnoticed by the tables of jabbering students. It was only a few inches above its starting place when Cy swept his arm grandly to the right. The potatoes hit a nearby student, quickly making a huge mess of their school robes. Cy chuckled again, pausing to see if the victim would start the food fight themselves, or if more effort was required on his part.

So great. This sure beats trying to think things over.
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Alex Kellson
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Alex sat down to his usual place at the Gryffindor table, fellow students flocking about him not because of who he was, simply because it was where their seats were. He saw the same faces everyday and knew hardly anything about them. All he knew was that they always expected a fisherman’s tale from him, full of action, excitement, and of course, lots of exaggeration. So when the plates of turkey and mashed potatoes along with peas appeared before them, he got his queue form the girl who sat across from him, the one who was usually waiting for one of his grand fabricated tales loosely based on real life events.

He began to tell the story of how he and Krickett had held a small playground sandbox off from hundreds of older children whom did not like the small boy whom they hardly knew playing in their sandbox, and in their playground for that matter. The truth was that one day when he was young and still new to magic he had been in a sandbox when an older bully came along to try and make him leave. Krickett then threw a handful of sand into his eyes and Alex threw a punch, hitting the boy square in the nose. Krickett and him then ran away, laughing. However, Alex took his creative rights to the story.

He made it sound as though he were King Arthur and Krickett his Merlin. The sandbox was Camelot, with high and sturdy sand walls. When the enemies came and demanded for his surrender and banishment from the sandbox. His answer came in a hail of sand that blotted out the sun, hitting many boys in the face and sending them crying to their mothers. The boys charged and he and his little Merlin did the same, the sand flying every where, punches and kicks coming from no where on all sides. The story was told in such a manner; though obviously untrue it would have tempted a historian to write it down and publish it is an epic and historical tale.

When the fighting was over, Alex stood and looked around him, there were boys laying on the ground groaning, he himself was battered and bruised, and at his feet layed the boy who had ordered him to surrender, the ring leader of them all. Alex held a fistful of sand in his hand, looking the boy dead in the face, who had his eyes clenched shut from fear of the grains that were soon to come might enter them. However, Alex smiled, and let the sand drop from his hands in one giant ball that hit the ground with a thud, as though it was a heavy weapon or burden.

He turned to walk away, and as Krickett walked beside him, he asked him why he had not finished the boy. To which Alex responded, "Look at him Lord Krickett, his men are on the ground and fled, he couldn't get two strangers to leave a playground that he thought was his own, and he will always remember today as the day that two men fighting with all their hearts will always be stronger then a hundred kids old enough to be going through puberty. He is finished. And he may even invest in a girlfriend instead of makeing small children leave his playground."

The group at the table busted into laughter and applause at his grand tale, encouraging him that he would make a grand bard of their times. He laughed along with them and began the usual swearing that everything he had said was true as the oak on an oak tree. Though it was a lie, he knew they loved him for it. However, there was suddenly something to make them all stop. He wandered for a second, for apparently they all saw it before he did, and then, Splat! A gooey white food was all over him, in his eye's, mouth, on his robes. A look of shock and surprise adorned his face, and the he grabbed his turkey, the gravy drooping off of it, and tossed it in the general direction that the potatoes had come from. He had hit a boy square in his left cheek, and then, nothing could be understood. Chaos everywhere as Alex had to dive across the table then under, throwing whatever he could grab at any moving thing like the rest of the student body was doing. It was a food fight, or rather, a war.
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October Kennway
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October sat pleasantly at the Hufflepuff table, stuffing his teeange face with everything within a two foot radius. He was very hungry, as he had returned exhausted from a particularly vigiorus (sp?) swimming session in the lake. Food sounded like a good idea, and it was all he was currently thinking about. But he did not expect his dinner to be suddenly interupted. WHAM. A chunk of turkey smacked against the side of his face.

Toby wheeled around, looking wildly for the source. He used the back of his hand to whip off the grease from the turkey, his eyes scanning the hall. He suddenly spotted a boy splattered with mashed potatoes, and understood. Toby knew what to do. He grabbed a handful of peas, and threw them as far as he possibly could, smacking a random student in the back of the head. In October's other hand was a glob of pudding, which he tossed to his left, not even stopping to see who it hit.

Toby had never had this much fun. It was very rarely that he purposely misbehaved, but when he did, it was usually nothing big. But this was big. He could see the look of shock of his mother's face as she scolded him, but Toby didn't even care. What were the odds of him getting in trouble? He didn't start it, after all...

Toby ducked quickly as green beans rocketed over him. Staying hunched over, he spilled the contents of his goblet full of milk onto a student a few feet away. However, Toby didn't see the gravy coming (or even where it came from), and the front of his robes were splattered. He gasped, the hot liquid making contact with his skin. The burning sensation passed swiftly, and Toby was soon back to sending food flying across the hall.

The food fight had multipled. Students threw everything on their plates, and including their plates, in some cases. Toby's ear was grazzed by a soaring carrot, and he was pretty sure he got some unknown sauce in his hair. But no of that bothered him. He was enjoying himself more than ever, joining in on tthe mass chaos erupted in various places in the hall.

Thankfully, the food that magically appeared on the plates as always, continued to replenish themselves each time they were emptied by students, and launched into the air. Very few students could escape the flying globs of food, unless they had hidden under the table. Even then, some got hit by what was supposed to be dinner. Toby, one the ones particiapting in the fun, stood up to throw something farther, and promptly slipped in spilled pumpkin juice. He fell onto his back, soaking through the material of his shirt. Without even thinking, the energy-filled boy jumped back to his feet, carefully avoiding the spill, and catapulted an entire steak across the hall. October crouched low as an artochoke richoted off the wall and bounced towards him. It was a good thing October had pretty good reflexes, or he'd be in even worse shape. Of course, he was still covered in food.

But October was having the time of his life.
This pretty boy likes to swim.

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Cy Andrews
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It worked more wonderfully than Cy could have even hoped. The Gryffindor boy rose out of his seat only seconds after being hit, thick brown hair shining in the light of the Great Hall, and flung something off of his plate. The Hufflepuff laughed in delight to see the gravy spinning off of it as it flew, hefty meat clinging to a bird bone. It flew towards his own table, but Cy lost track of it as some girl, unaware of what was happening, passed in front of him. It was easy enough to peice together, however, when a familiar face rose out of the yellow-and-black mass of students. Toby Kennway, the teacher's son. How more perfect could this be?

Toby's eyes lit on the Gryffindor across the hall, and a handful of peas spattered that way. They never actually reached the Gryffindor table, instead sending a shower of green bullets down on two unsuspecting Ravenclaw boys. Before Cy had a chance to look up other kinds of food were being launched from every corner of the hall; no longer a mere fight between two or three troublemakers, the meal had become a battle, and it was every man, woman, and child for themselves. Some were diving below the tables, a few were rushing towards the exit, but most were still standing, dazed smiles on their food-covered faces as they joined in the fight. Cy ventured a glance up to the teacher's table, but only had time to catch one pair of feet sticking out from beneath the tablecloth before he dissolved in laughter.

His merriment wasn't long lived; suddenly a long lasagna noodle, covered in melted cheese and red sauce, smacked across his face. Cy let out a long gasp as it slid down his invisible features, leaving a very visible smear of lasagna. He looked down at the noodle as it smacked to the floor, a bit disappointed that his guise was now ruined. With a thoughtful glance at his wand, he shrugged. If you can't beat 'em, he thought silently, then, muttering the counter charm that would make him visible once again, he swooped down to the nearest table and begun to fling food in every direction.

He moved down the Ravenclaw table, throwing anything and everything that came his way, and being hit by his fair share of things as well. About ten feet down he came across a huge cauldron of French Onion Soup, and a wicked grin spread across his face. Drawing his wand once again from the safety of his robe pocket, he levitated the bowl up five or six feet in the air. Students began to gasp and move out of the way even before he tipped it, spilling lukewarm, sticky soup onto the heads of maybe thirty different onlookers. When the bowl was empty he flung it off to the side, not wanting to knock anyone out by letting it drop, and turned back to the table.

He caught a glance of Toby Kennway out of the corner of his eye at the Hufflepuff table, with something colorful staining his hair and gravy spattering his robes. The fourteen-year-old looked down at his own outfit once. There was a stain of something orange on his left elbow, chili spattered across his right leg, and of course, the lasagna that stuck to his attractive features. Compared to some of the other students in the hall--for instance, the ones he'd just dumped soup on--he looked like he'd been hiding under the table with the nameless teacher up there.

That was unacceptable. It was time to step things up a notch.

In one fluid motion, Cy had swung himself up atop the table, kicking over a bowl of green beans on the way. A Gryffindor girl, bustling towards the entrance, slipped a bit in the now-huge pile of vegetables, but managed to keep herself from falling, and was soon ducking once again towards the door. Cy noticed with pleasure that the bowl continued to refill itself, as the magical dishes at the tables always did, but since it was laying on its side its new contents merely added themselves to the soggy heap on the floor. By the time this food fight was over, there would be a mountain of green beans there. He wondered vaguely if any of the teachers had the presence of mind to go down and tell the house elves to stop refilling the food. Thinking of the professor he'd seen cowering beneath the table, he doubted it.

With a grin, Cy started down the table, stooping to grab fistfuls of this and that and sending them into the air. More food was flying his way than every before, elevated as he was, but since he was out of the crowd, it was also a lot easier to dodge the missals. This was absolutely perfect; his lack of battle wounds could no longer be taken for cowardice; having seen him atop the table, his fellow students would have to admit his relatively unmarred clothing was a sign of skill.

Ducking to avoid a whitish blob that might have been cheesecake, Cy let out a rippling laugh. This was his element, here; what normal, class-attending, homework-doing, studying kids would call chaos. This was what he loved. He really should get back to pulling pranks more often--even if that meant more detention time. A whole hour of organizing the undertaker's file cabinets would be worth it, just for these ten minutes of complete, total freedom, dominating the crowd like a king over his subjects. This was what he lived for.
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Eris Ayano
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“Get up, lazy!,” Jess urged, poking her furiously until Eris grudgingly hauled herself out of the bed she’d only just gotten into. Not that Jess, or any of the girls in her dormitory, knew that little tidbit, knew that their fellow Ravenclaw had crawled into bed just after moonset, after spending the night skulking about the school’s grounds. Not for the first time the fourth year wondered if being a full werewolf wouldn’t be better than her bizarre half-status. Oh, it’d make things more complicated, but the whole consciousness-of-a-teenager-stuck-in-the-body-of-an-animal was, in her mind, overplayed.

Then she remembered the potion her father took each month to deal with his own condition and gagged at the thought of having to drink it.

The two made their way down to the Great Hall, sliding into an open pair of seats at the Ravenclaw table. Yawning, her arm stretched across the table, grabbing a bagel. Jess’ sent her a questioning look - usually, Eris ate far more - but the brunette ignored it, pouring herself a glass of juice.

“You know,” Jess pointed out, “people generally don’t eat breakfast foods at lunch. Then again, if you’d not slept through breakfast...”

At this, Eris jabbed her friend playfully in the arm with a spoon.

“I happen to like bagels, thank-you-very-much,” she retorted, sticking her tongue out at the other girl as she spread jam on her meal.

“Yeah, I know, bagels. Plural. More than one.”

The brunette rolled her eyes. Wasn’t she allowed to not be hungry? The Ravenclaw’s reply, however, was lost in the sounds of the hall as some sort of commotion arose. Dark eyes glanced around, and she noted that the students seemed to be flinging food at eachother. Turning to warn Jess - who hated anything that might ruin her spotless appearance - she let out a small squeal as a grape soared past her nose, missing her by inches.

What idiot started this?!

Eris did not have to ponder the matter for long, however: Cy Andrews was standing not three feet away, plastered in food - though remarkably less than those around him - with an expression of glee dancing across his face.

“Somehow, I’m not surprised,” she muttered, knowing that Jess - now hiding under the bench - couldn’t hear her.

Swiftly, her hand slipped into the bowl of mushy peas (the feeling was not a pleasant one), arching up and releasing it’s ammunition at the Hufflepuff boy in one quick movement. She smiled as they hit their target in the head, waving cheerfully, her smile turning to one of a challenge, as he turned.
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Alex crawled towards the end of the table nearest the exit. Figuring that if he could get out now he would be spared the trouble of being the one who started the whole thing. As he crawled, shoving past a few other students crouched in fear of ruining their hair; he saw the end of the table. Food was everywhere and it seemed that most of the Gryffindors were up and about, launching food and drink like the courageous men and women they were. He was almost there; he could see the exit and the shuffling feet of those trying to dodge peas, beans, turkey, and...a bagel? Shaking the thought off he continued crawling until something he saw made him stop dead. A lasagna noodle had stopped in mid-air, and then dropped to the ground, leaving a trail of sauce levitating in nothingness.

That was certainly something new. As he continued to watch, the screams and laughter of students everywhere was making nothing truly audible. He stared for a few more minutes, and then, a boy appeared, and it all made sense. So he had started it. Alex wasn't sure who this boy was, though he knew he was in Hufflepuff due to the crest on his robes. Alex finished his mad crawl to the end of the table and stood up, food missing him barely by inches and people running back and forth in front of him. He watched the boy moved towards the Ravenclaw table, flinging food every which way. Alex looked to the teachers, who were hidden themselves, and a grin came across his face. The chase was on.

Running after the hufflepuff boy who he one wanted to congratulate and two get back for hitting him in he face with mashed potatoes. He was behind, and the Great hall had never seemed greater to him. It was truly huge! Running after the boy he saw him stop, wand in hand, and Alex watched along with twelve different students as a great cauldron came overhead, and everyone began to run. He saw it began to tip, and he eagle dived underneath it, hearing the splat of the soup hitting the ground, and a few kids heads. He had barely avoided sharing the same fate. Quickly getting back to his feet, his robes now covered with gravy that had been on the ground where he landed, he began to run after the boy again.

Then what he saw was another masterful move by this boy, he had jumped onto a table, as though he had done it a hundred times, and began to kick bowls everywhere. Alex, being a table behind, mimicked the movement and jumped onto his own table. He was now slightly behind and to the right of the Hufflepuff boy. He wondered if the boy had even noticed that he was being pursued yet. However, he soon found that thinking while running on a table covered in slippery food was a bad idea. He began to slide every which way as he boarded on a platter of peas and gravy, having to hold his hands out to his sides to balance himself. He scooped up something while simultaneously balancing then flung it at the boy, after all, he seemed pretty clean compared to everyone else, which just wasn't fair.
The boy had simply dodged the glob however, and kept on running.

As Alex looked to his right towards the Gryffindor table, almost falling over doing so, he saw the little group that had been listening to his story had stopped to cheer him on. He was in the spot light now and he enjoyed it a little more then he probably should. They acted as though he were a glorious knight about to slay the dragon which had been burning their fields with its foul breath. And he couldn't help but thinking how this would have been perfect if only the boy had been a Slytherin. Then again, a Slytherin would have been a sore loser. This third time of thinking was too much now, however, as his food landed on top of a turkey, sending him flying through the air for a moment, before landing back onto the table with an agonizing thud. He slid all the way to the end, and flew off, landing face first into a pile of mashed potatoes. All he could do was think...He would never eat mashed potatoes again.
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Cy had barely taken another step when he heard a strangled cheer go up from the direction of the Gryffindor table. Hazarding a glance over in that direction, he saw a boy who seemed to have mimicked his move of stepping atop the table, looking at a food-covered group of Lions who were egging him on, though to what Cy wasn't quite sure. He felt just the tiniest bit of resentment stir in his chest--he was the Hogwarts Prank King, he was the one who had started the food fight, and it was his right to dominate it.

"The Lion King," Cy joked aloud as he looked back at the tiny crowd of Gryffindors, although no one could hear him over the noise. He didn't even have time to enjoy his teasing remark, however, when the faux king once again caught his eye--he had taken a few hasty steps forward, and then slipped. Now he was sliding down the table with alarming speed, knocking over dishes left and right. Cy knew that his robes probably would never wash clean, with just about every food item splattering itself colorfully across the boy's chest. Retribution--people could try to imitate Cy Andrews, but somehow they never managed to pull it off.

The Hufflepuff erupted into laughter as the boy slid off the end of the table, landing face first in a pile of mashed potatoes. The mirth of the moment nearly overcame him, and he doubtless would have continued laughing for a long time, if a handful of mushy peas hadn't, at that exact moment, crashed soggily into his face. In an instant Cy had wiped them off--luckily peas left very little mark, and even blurred his lasagna streak a bit. Spitting the few that had landed in his mouth out onto a bench, he turned and scanned the crowd rapidly, trying to figure out who it was that had such good aim.

There, within arms' reach, was that same beautiful Ravenclaw who'd given him so much trouble in the past. She gave a playful smile, waving at him with something that looked like a challenge, and he understood that it must have been her who launched the most recent assault.

An impossibly huge grin spread over Cy's face, though he couldn't say exactly why. Of course, he always relished a challenge, but was that the entire reason behind his smile? Or was it the surprise that high-and-mighty Eris Ayano would stoop to something like a food fight that gave him such delight? Her intrusion into his few moments of complete and utter freedom should have unbalanced him, worried him, annoyed him, but for some reason, it had the exact opposite effect. Did his euphoria have anything to do with his chaotic surroundings--or was it merely because, for once in his life, Eris was smiling at him?

Whatever it was, he definitely took her up on her challenge--a large chocolate cake appeared beside him, refilling an empty dessert stand, and Cy swooped it up in his right hand. With a single bound he was next to Eris. It took a grand total of a half-second for him to deposit the cake in its entirety atop her head, perched like a mushy, inverted crown, and then to dash off down the table. He didn't stop until he was about eight feet away--he didn't think Eris could throw far enough to hit him at that distance if she decided to retaliate--then whirled with a playful, childish smile to see how she reacted.

Of course, it never dawned on Cy how terribly ironic it was that he was giving Eris a sort of chocolate crown, after having just dubbed himself the king of practical jokes. Cy was really still a young boy at heart, and when he looked back at the Ravenclaw, he didn't look at her as a beautiful and eligible girl; he looked back like the orphanage child he was, having just played a prank on the caretaker, and hoping to high heaven that she received the joke in good temper, knowing that if she took things the wrong way, he'd have to pay for it later. Growing up down the street from the building where he'd been abandoned, Cy knew the feeling well.
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The Ravenclaw jumped as something soft was flattened into her head, a glob of brown icing dropping down onto her nose. Shooting Cy, who was cleverly keeping a fair amount of space between them, a glare - though it lacked it's usual anger, instead being not unlike the glare sent from one friend to another - her hand grabbed this time for a slice of pie, though she was forced to drop it as she hastily through herself to the floor, dodging some gelatin.

From her new vantage point on the floor, Eris saw exactly what she needed: some forty feet away, a large cauldron full of chowder was perched on the staff table, on the other side of Cy from her current location. Grinning, she slipped her wand from her pocket, murmuring, “accio!” as she pointed it at the cauldron. Flawlessly, it cut through the air. With a quick slash of her wand, it stopped it’s approach, upending its contents onto the Hufflepuff’s head before falling to the floor with a clang.

Smirking proudly - surely the boy hadn’t thought he’d beat her? - the brunette (now even more so due to the vast amounts of chocolate cake mixed into her hair) pushed herself to her feet, only to be hit in the stomach by a burger. Scrunching her nose up slightly, she wiped her shirt off as well as she could - after all, food fights had never really been her forte.

Scooping up a handful of grapes, pelted them magically one by one in random directions, easing her way towards the door and out of the fight. The fourth year winced slightly as one of her projectiles lodged itself up a rather large Slytherin’s nose, another hitting a Hufflepuff squarely in the eye.

Darting towards the Gryffindor table, where the throng of students pelting eachother with food seemed to be the thickest, she ducked behind a familiar face - at least, she thought the potato-covered boy was one she knew - as piece of tiramisu went shooting her way. Eris retaliated by throwing a banana in the direction from which the Italian dessert had come, however her aim proved worse than usual and wound up hitting Jess, still hiding from their peers, in the head.

Ah, well. At least it was amusing.
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The food fight had started small, and now it had morphed into a gigantic battle. Edible items soared through the air from all directions, narrowly missing students, or hitting them straight on. But that's how it was supposed to be, right? Mass chaos. The food fight was going just as well as anyone could expect it to.

The biggest troublemakers at the moment were clearly Cy Andrews, and Eris Ayano. A boy October recognized as Alex something-or-other was also taking a big part in the action, but Cy and Eris battled it out quite viciously. The two were clearly trying to see who could make the biggest mess. Toby watched them from the corner of his eye sometimes. That ended up being a mistake, as when Toby turned to look at the pair, a badly aimed grape from Eris smacked into his left eye. Toby squeaked in surprise, but it didn't hurt much. He rubbed his eye momentarily, and then immediately continued his minor role in making a large mess of the Great Hall.

Toby was so enthralled by the action and chaos, that he barely knew what he was doing. He grabbed every food in sight, and launched it at the nearest student, or just tossed it anywhere. The enchanted plates still re-filled themselves as rapidly as they were emptied, supplying the much needed ammunition for Toby. Still in an excited daze, Toby used his wand to swiftly levitate a bowl of spaghetti, and sent it soaring at the Gryffindor boy, Alex. October didn't have time to check if his noodley missile hit its target, for he was too busy ducking about six or seven rolls. The small pieces of bread landed behind him, knocking into a few terrified first years. Toby couldn't help but smile at the looks of shock on their faces. It was rather amusing.

October soon had to dart down, lunging away from a cup of lemonade that rocketed past, missing Toby by inches, but still splattering all over his pants. Wonderful. If he didn't already look like he'd been dropped into toxic waste, now he would look like he'd wet himself. Toby shrugged, realizing it really didn't matter right now. Toby was still occupied with dodging airborne food. In his haste to swerve away from some sort of meat covered in sauce, Toby slipped yet again, falling on his face, this time landing in what appeared to be whatever had been dumped on Cy's head only moments before. Toby sighed.

"Not again!!" October exclaimed loudly, speaking more to himself than anyone else. The front of his robes were now as dirtied and soaked with food as the back, so at least it was evenly distributed. Toby sighed again, finally deciding there was no point in caring anymore. He might as well get as covered in food as physically possible. Not only was it fun, but hey, why not?
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Alex pulled his face out of the mashed potatoes and took a look around; right next to him was Eris Ayano, the girl he had met in the cemetery. He gave a quirky smile, and then felt something hit him in the back of his head. He threw his hand to the back of his hair and grabbed pieces of a dessert. Looking at his hand he licked a finger clean. Tiramisu, the dessert of his people. Could anyone in the room say irony? "You owe me one." Was all he said as she sent a banana past him and then he whirled around to see who it was that threw the delicious treat. None other then the Hufflepuff boy whom he had been chasing earlier.

He stood up, ready to make up for his shameful slip off the table. Grabbing a nearby platter off one of the table he propped it up in front of him to use as a shield, and then grabbed a bowl of peas and swung it as hard as he could towards the hufflepuff boy. He still held the bowl, but the peas spread like a shotgun blast towards the commissioner of the entire fiasco, though a fun fiasco it was. Just then he heard a shout from the Gryffindor table, his loyal subject were still cheering him on, and helping him. When he turned to look in their direction he saw spaghetti noodles flying his way. He put up his make-shift shield just in time and heard the Italian dish hit the tin with a clang.

He quickly turned his attention back to the hufflepuff however, and grabbing what ever he could find began to fling it towards the kid’s general direction. He turned back to Eris while more food hit his makeshift shield. "So, you wanna be on my team?" He asked, with a smile as he quickly looked behind him again towards the boy. Letting his attention be drawn off before was a mistake that he wasn't planning on making again. Grabbing more food he threw it again towards the hufflepuff. "Catch." He said as he grabbed a loaf of bread and tossed it behind him towards Eris. He wasn't sure if she was still there or not, but hey, if she wasn't then he'd just have an emergency piece of bread waiting for him to grab right behind himself.

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He was met, of course, by the expected glare from Eris Ayano; but she didn't really look very angry. Cy grinned wider, dubbing his venture a success. The blond's face was wiped clean, however, as he saw his victim's face alight in a mischievous smirk. That certainly couldn't be good. He didn't bother to see what she was looking at; he just jumped for the next table, hoping that he made it in time to clear whatever new food she was planning on hurling his way. His haste had made him clumsy, however, and instead of sliding onto the next table--his own Hufflepuff table--his foot caught on the edge, sending him sprawling across it. Headfirst, he slid down into the last remaining aisle, soaking his elbows and knees in something that had the faint appearance of melted chocolate, sprinkled with sickening dabs of other once-edible items.

Cy swore under his breath, wincing from the pain of his landing and hoping Eris hadn't seen his swan-dive. All of the force was taken at his knees and elbows; he'd fallen all wrong in the chaos of the moment. For a few precious seconds, he couldn't bring himself to move from his crouched position on the ground. It was tempting to spell himself invisible again and slink out to get some painkiller, but he stayed put; this would pass, and he'd be good as new again, on the top of his game. He couldn't accept defeat, especially when it wasn't even some honorable opponent who'd hurt him. It was a bloody table.

Cy had raised himself to a sitting position just in time to watch a volley of biscuits pound into a group of passing first years. He allowed a smile to cross his stained face before he grabbed onto the nearby Hufflepuff table and swirled himself up, back into the battlefield. He grabbed everything he could and sent it in every direction he could, not caring who it hit or how badly. He caught a glance of Toby Kennway ducking to avoid a cup of lemonade directly in front of him. Cy ducked as well, but the liquid didn't seem to make it that far.

A piece of meat in its own dripping gravy flew his way, and this time Cy was unprepared; it gouged his left sleeve, leaving a streak of fat and thin sauce. The blond wrinkled his nose once, then turned back to where Toby had been only moments before, but the boy was gone now. Cy shrugged and turned, coming face to face with a wild-eyed Slytherin with a grape in his left nostril. The boy was holding his breath. His face was turning pink. Then, quite suddenly, the grape exploded out of his face, coming rocket-like towards Cy's feet. The Hufflepuff yelled and jumped back; the Slytherin let out a cry of disappointment and turned, scrambling, Cy saw, for a bunch of grapes on a plate further up the table.

Personally, Cy wouldn't have put a grape in his nose even if it was the perfect weapon, but to each his own. With a shrug, Cy turned back to the rest of the hall, jumped over the Hufflepuff table, and joined in the battle once again. Before he'd even begun, however, he was showered with a volley of peas. He squinted off into the distance, and, behind a sparkling silver serving tray, caught a glimpse of the boy he had so kindly dubbed The Lion King.

It wasn't just that this boy had decided to hurl that particular dish in his direction, Cy noticed as he began to dodge entree after entree. This Gryffindor definitely had something against him. Wait--upon closer inspection, wasn't that the same boy Cy had chosen to start the food fight, with his slow but effective preemptive strike? That would certainly explain his seeming vendetta against the Hufflepuff, but--there was no way he could have known it was Cy. No way.

Cy noticed that, for one moment, the Lion King's attention was directed elsewhere. He didn't take the time to look where--he used to opportunity to hurl everything he could in that direction; most of which merely bounced off the shield-like metal tray. Before the boy had a chance to look up at Cy again, he had ducked and pushed his way under the table. He then proceeded to make his way between two frightened girls, and crawled army-style down the length of the table. When he emerged, he was merely a few feet from his rival, a fully loaded with the refilling trays he'd found various places along his route.

He popped up and began hurling things, not noticing how many of them hit home. He ducked as soon as he was out of ammunition, and almost as soon as he did, a basket of bread was pushed hastily across the floor towards him. Cy looked up to see where the unexpected blessing had come from: it was then that he noticed that about half of the people had stopped fighting themselves, in favor of watching the epic battle between the Badger and the Lion. It seemed to Cy, though, that there was more than one set of arms on his opponents' side, which hardly seemed fair. He scanned the crowd for someone to add to his own ranks.
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“So, you wanna be on my team?”

So there were teams now, were there? The Ravenclaw grinned as she took the offered bread in hand, throwing it to her left at an unsuspecting third year. Who would have thought the teen would have so much fun in a food fight, of all things? It was hardly her usual choice of leisure activity, and yet the rush hurtling messy foods at her peers resulted in was oddly fulfilling. Eris’ grin turned to a thoughtful smirk as she reached for a nearby bowl of pudding (surprisingly, still full of its contents; the fourth year would have expected such a thing to already be adorning someone’s head), overturning it on the Gryffindor’s head.

“There’s no such thing as teams in a food fight, Alex. Surely you know that,” she commented, biting her lip to prevent all-out laughter at the boy, blobs of pudding trailing off of his head.

She quickly hurried off towards the edge of the great hall to avoid his retaliation. After a moment, brown eyes surveyed what had become of the room thus far: food and overturned benches were everywhere, and the only students not resembling buffet tables were those who had cast charms to prevent as much. Unfortunately, it seemed the girl’s well-timed attack on Cy had missed altogether, though he was covered in a reasonably wide array of foods Eris was sure she hadn’t seen when the two had met in battle.

While there was still quite a lot of food soaring through the air, landing at random, it appeared that most of the students involved - and those that weren’t, as well - had stopped whatever they were doing to watch two boys fight some sort of food duel. ‘Cy and Alex,’ she recognized, raising her eyebrows. ‘Why am I not surprised?

“Go Cy!” piped a girl’s voice, one Eris suspected belonged to her friend, though she would have expected Jess to have gotten out by now. Naturally, this lead to a barrage of house pride, Lions cheering for Alex, Badgers for Cy, with Ravens and Serpents cleverly staying out of it or taking advantage of the distraction to pelt unsuspecting rivals.

If they hadn’t been on their way before, a professor or two would definitely be headed to the hall (though hopefully not until after the boys had finished their showdown) now that it had erupted into a din not dissimilar to that at quidditch matches, and Eris didn’t want to be around when they did, lest she get handed a detention for her involvement. Eyes searching around for Jess - no longer in hiding, but far too way to grab in a timely fashion - she quietly let herself out of the hall.
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October dived and ducked food, which often did not miss the target, and would hit him straight on. He smiled mischievously for a moment, psyched to be part of such mass chaos. It was rather entertaining. Food ricocheting off the walls, soaring across the Hall, and the looks of thrill, terror, or confusion on the faces of his fellow students were ever so priceless.

As a flaming carrot narrowly missed Toby's ear, he had a worrying thought. What if his mother caught him? What would she say? She'd probably be embarrassed, and angry. Toby could imagine her shocked face as she saw him amidst the other troublemakers. Usually, he had a pretty good reputation for being well-behaved. Toby was didn't usually break rules, but if he had to, he would, but Toby would always make sure he didn't get caught. But what was the fun of being a teenager if you couldn't make any trouble now and then?

That thought was pushed to the back of his mind as the food fight roared on. Cy and Alex were now the one's battling it out. Eris had somehow disappeared from the fight. Kinda odd how the main chaos always involves Cy... Toby thought, shaking his head with a laugh. It wasn't very surprising. Cy had been known to ignore rules and make his own since first year. It seemed to be in his nature. Laughing to himself, October launched a plate of biscuits at Cy and Alex, hoping to distract them for a moment. Forget what his mother would think; Toby wasn't going to let them have ALL the fun.

Jumping onto the bottom end of the Hufflepuff table, he laid on his stomach, and propelled himself forward, knocking everything and everyone in his path out of his way. Any food item on the table was kicked off, or thrown at the nearest student. Toby then stood up on the table, and snatched an entire turkey from the hands of a first year, and chucked it at some bulky older student.

"Think fast!" Toby yelled, tossing a pitcher of pumpkin juice into the air. It reached both his targets: Cy and Alex. Both boys were partially splattered with the liquid. Toby smiled. Everything was going pretty well so far. The fourteen-year-old slipped momentarily as he walked into a puddle of the pumpkin juice he'd recently thrown, but managed to keep his balance. However, in his stumbling, Toby failed to notice the spaghetti covered with marinara sauce flying towards his face. It hit with a noodley splat, landing all over his face, and in his hair. Hurriedly, he wiped the pasta mess away from his eyes, and sent the contents of a bowl of gravy into the air.

Toby began to throw everything in a four foot radius of himself. He no longer stopped to see if it hit its victims. That was a time wasting, unnecessary task. Toby had little time for that. Despite being hit by various food products, Toby barely noticed. His mind was so focused on the food fight that he wasn't really thinking of much else. At the moment, October was nothing but a food-throwing machine. It seemed, at that very point in time, nothing else mattered.
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Yew had been having a wonderful day. Really, she had been having a wonderful day. Tom had found a 'visa-phone.' Basically, it was a phone that let you see the person you were talking to while you spoke, and Yew had been speaking to Tom for about three hours. She really did miss her hubby, even if he could be a little annoying sometimes. Their conversation had ranged from how Toby was doing, all the way to what Yew had for dinner three weeks ago. When Yew'd finally hung up, she felt a lot less lonely than she had, and made a promise to call Tom at least once a week from now on.

Things had gone down hill from there, though.

She'd received an emergency notice from the Great Hall. Apparently, something was going on, and her assistance was needed.

She'd hurried from her room, taking only the time to slip a green cotton robe and some brown tennis shoes. Her long green hair was tied up into a ponytail on top of her head. Her normally kind, compassionate features looked striken, nervous, and worried. What was going on, that they needed her assistance for?

She stopped only twice, and only for a period of about five minutes, to talk to a friend, and once to a student who'd recently failed a History of Magic test. She tried to act natural, but somewhere in her maturnal instincts, she had a feeling that Toby was either in huge trouble, or he would be soon enough. Sighing, she'd walked at a fairly quick pace to the Great Hall.

She opened the doors and stepped in, barely even noticing what was going on before fate handed her a plate of applesauce in the face.

The whole room seemed to quiet considerably as she smeared the applely goodness off her face, and then her voice rang out, considerably mad and upset.

"What is goin' on?!" she yelled, and then caught site of the most chaos filled scene she'd seen for a while.

The Great Hall was a mess, with tables over turned, and chairs even more so. There was food everywhere, even in places once deemed physically impossible to reach. The students were in a muck, food on their clothing, their faces, and practically everywhere else.

Still, three students stood out from the rest of the mess. Alex Kellson, Cy Andrews, and October Kennway seemed as if they were still either fighting, or had just been fighting. The rest of the students seemed to have been cheering them on.

Yew pointed to all three students, disapointment etched into her strong, pretty features.

"You, you, and October. Detention with me for the next week, do not be late, or there will only be more. The rest of you, get to class, or back to your dorms, unless you want detention with them!" she shouted, and watched as most of the students filed out.

"Toby, I am so disapointed in you," she spoke, scolding him in the worst way, "And I'm afraid I'll have to notify your father," she said, and sighed, feeling very tired and grumpy all of the sudden.

"What were you three thinking? The house elves work so hard for meals, and you've wasted all of the food! People are starving, and you are throwing it? I am, how you say... disgusted. You three, get to class, and if you make any more trouble today, you will be expelled," she said, and with finality, turned on her heel and headed out once again, feeling tired, very upset, and very applesauce-y.

OOC: I'm not sure if that's what you wanted or no, but I'll be glad to change anything.
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Before Cy could make another move, either in attack, defense, or in the line of choosing a compatriot, a relative hush seemed to fall over the Great Hall. Several students turned, food fell useless to the floor, and some students ducked defensively, although it was not food they were dodging, but rather the glare of a teacher. Cy lifted his eyes to see which one it was--nothing other than the arrival of a wrathful professor could have induced such a calm in the once chaotic scene.

At first, the mess of yellow and green hardly looked human. Cy realized as the blob began to speak, however, that what he had mistaken for a pile of color was actually Professor Kennway, of History of Magic, with a coating of apple sauce covering her features. A deviant smirk spread over the blond Hufflepuff's face as his eyes followed the professor's over to Toby. How ironic, how embarrassing, how unexpectedly perfect. Cy wasn't sure how October managed to survive having a teacher for a mother--Cy knew that if any of the teachers here had a personal claim on him, he'd have been strangled long ago. He was the kind of student who made professors regret their chosen career more often than not.

"You, you, and October. Detention with me for the next week, do not be late, or there will only be more. The rest of you, get to class, or back to your dorms, unless you want detention with them!" Cy noticed with a half-grin that October was the only one referred to by name, though he was certain the green-haired professor knew the other two as well. Perhaps there wasn't need for names; after all, it was obvious that whenever the food fight was broken up, the Lion King and he would be in the chiefest trouble. Perhaps that was why October was singled out; maybe his mother was giving him a more sever punishment than the hundreds of other students who had been borderline participants.

The troublemaker watched with disappointment as the students began to file out. He wasn't really ready for this chaos to end. He kept hoping that someone would throw something at the Professor, a universal 'screw this,' directed at the rules, and that the hall would erupt again, but of course, he hoped in vain. Probably the only person in this school with enough guts to do that was him, and he was in enough trouble already. Detention for a week--wasn't that a bit sever? Sure, the entire Great Hall was stained with food, not to mention all of its inhabitants, but they were wizards, for geez's sake. They could clean that up no problem.

The green-haired professor was speaking to her son as row after row of disappointed students filed out. Cy didn't attempt to overhear; it was one of those mother-son moments that was always awkward, and only made more so by the addition of an audience. Instead, he made eye contact with several of the defeated fighters now beating a slow retreat. Although they were obeying the Professor, their faces still offered him support, for the most part, and in some cases, adoration. They communicated wordlessly that he was amazing, no matter how much trouble he was in. One person even muttered as they walked by, "You would have won, Cy."

Oh, yes. The epic battle that had been interrupted. Cy turned to look at his opponent, even more disappointed now that he remembered that the fight was not the only thing prematurely ended. "Well, mate, looks like we'll have to continue this some other time," offered Cy with a frown. He didn't hear if the other boy answered or not, because at that moment Professor Kennway directed her scolding remarks back at him.

"What were you three thinking? The house elves work so hard for meals, and you've wasted all of the food! People are starving, and you are throwing it? I am, how you say... disgusted. You three, get to class, and if you make any more trouble today, you will be expelled."

Cy could have laughed as the Professor turned and stormed away, but held back and merely smiled. "Expelled. They keep saying that, but I don't think any of them have the guts to try it," he commented aloud. Thinking back on her comments of wasted food, Cy couldn't help but chuckle. Turning to face the other two boys pinned with his folly, he gave a curt, "See you in hell, boys," and, with another laugh, turned to leave.

OOC: Detention
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