SPOILER!!: All. Of. THIS!
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sweetpinkpixie 
He furrowed his brow and wiggled his mustache with his fingers. "I suppose if that is what you want. You'll need to ask New Smee's permission. All in good form you see."
"Nonsense. Fairies do not get hurt," he scoffed while giving her a dismissive wave with his hook.
He sneered some more at the boy as he spoke, and while his words were admirable...the Captain couldn't help but feel that unpleasant tinge of sadness that he tried his best to ignore. "Your honestly, while unpleasant, is appreciated," he nodded towards the young man. "But who is this Flame Stead I keep hearing about? Are you too a member of the Piccaninny Tribe? Same as that woman with the strange accent who acted far too friendly with me?" She had TOUCHED Captain JAS Hook without permission!
Bad form punishing those who were not showing the proper respect and moral behavior in the learning environment he had established? What a silly notion.
"And it is not also poor form to not trust your captain and to instead put your trust in some savage?" he tsked the boy before his eyes pierced the presence of the young lady.
SHE WAS WHAT?!
"You are the captain of another pirate vessel?!" he shrieked as he thrust his hook in her direction. Since when had Lost Boys and Lost Girls had the ability to have their own vessel?! WHAT WAS THIS MADNESS!? "My Smee, as you call him, is gone and replaced. Everyone is replaceable and to think otherwise is unwise."
Yes, even her "precious" first mate was replaceable. Was this one deaf as well? Had she not heard NEW Smee and AND ENTIRE NEW CREW?! Everyone was replaceable.
"You know what is not replaceable, hmmm? MY HAND! THIS HAND THAT WAS CUT OFF AND FED TO A CROCODILE BY THAT COCKY PIXIE DUST COVERED BRAT!"
And then he pointed to HIM. To Peter Pan.
BAD FORM! BAD FORM INDEED!
"Captain JAS Hook is many things, but a liar is not one of them," he barked at the boy. "And YOU are mistaken, child. You ARE flying!"
Blind and deaf. These Lost Children were HOPELESS.
He quite liked the look of this one, and she was polite while also persistent. She would make a FINE pirate.
"I do not have one here, but had I known I would be needing one I surely would have brought it with me," he apologized with a small bow. "I am a man of my word and you shall receive what you ask."
He then STARED at the girl.
SHE ATE FAIRIES?!
THAT WAS...WOW. That was something. He did not know a pirate alive that was capable of such a thing. Yes, she truly was an outstanding addition to his crew.
Cute? CUTE? Captain JAS Hook was NOT cute.
Although he had to admit that he was briefly flattered to be considered as such and may have bat his eyelashes at the Lost Girl.
"Of course you are not. I can see right now that you are capable of growing up. There is only one among us that does not. THAT PETER PAN!"
He sneered at this one and decided once and for all he did not wish to recruit her to his crew. Too much of a soft heart.
"If you wish to make a fool of yourself...then by all means do so," he said as he stepped to the side.
He just cackled at the boy's expense. The boy who had BLINDLY walked by his caged fairy and made no attempt to save her until now. Hardly a TRUE companion, eh ... Peter Pan?
Well SOMEONE was being dramatic.
"She will not DIE from the boo box. There have not even been any scorpions released in it yet," he scoffed, doing another dismissive wave with his hook. Children. He HATED children.
He smirked at what she said next. About fairies. Surely that had just killed another one of them. MWAHAHA!
Broomsticks? BROOMSTICKS?
"Are you daft, boy? That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard!"
"No, MY teeth marks are on your fingers," he sneered. Daft child, could not even get his name right after it had been said enough times that even Garrick the Malformed would have learned the distinction by now.
STUPID CHILDREN EVERYWHERE!
But then the boy must have realized his stupidity and shut himself back in the boo box. Good. Maybe he did have some smarts about him.
Completely unaware of the fact that some of the Lost Children had escaped his grasp, quite unlike the Captain to not be aware of what was going on around him, but there was a very good reason for this.
His possible back up back up for Smee - he would call him the Very New Smee should the need arise - had made a very curious statement. He glanced down at the parchment again and tried to gauge how much more he had to try and teach these pests...and found that the handwriting of the gentleman who had left the instructions was far too poor to decipher anything other than a few more things.
"WAR IT IS!" he declared, his hook pointing towards the fruit and vegetables. "But there are rules of engagement that must be followed...and it says here that by pointing your wand at a piece of food and saying Fracesco, that it will turn into a purée form that you are to...oh, well, there it no need to do this latter part. Sticking the food into the provided toothpaste tubes." Another dismissive wave with the hook.
"RULES OF ENGAGEMENT ARE AS FOLLOWS! Use your wand...whatever that is...and change a food item into a purée by saying Francesco. Then THROW that at your target." Captain JAS Hook was not afraid to get a little dirty and he KNEW that his crew would win. Although he probably should take some side. He quickly glanced around at his new recruits and noticed a trend around the majority of them. It was a bit too generic for his tastes, but it would have to do. "Those adorned in red and blue, you're with me. Green and yellow, you can be with that good for nothing PETER PAN!"
He then sacrificed good form temporarily and jumped up on a nearby desk, kicking over one of the strange looking devices resting upon it to make space for him and his dashing boots. He then withdrew from his pocket a flag that he had found tucked away in a drawer in what he assumed was his private quarters. Quite odd that such a pirate essential was among socks and odd looking braies. He waved it proudly above his head and then looked down at the boy who was a disgrace to the pirate name - and he was one for the time being considering the blue to his clothing.
"No," he said coldly as he waved his flag more violently.
"IT'S TIME TO HOIST THE COLORS! LET THERE BE WAR!"
OOC: so...er..."activity time" XD
This is exactly what it looks like - and all out food fight. You need at least 4 posts to receive full credit. In your posts please include:- your character selecting a piece of food
- turning it into a purée (wand movement: simple point incantation: Francesco)
- throwing the purée at someone.
This is most likely with your character's hand unless then are grossed out and prefer to keep their hands clean and instead want to banish it towards someone else with Depulso or another spell
It might be a good idea to title your post with your target's name to make sure that your post is not overlooked by others 
Professor Hooksteed (hehe, I like that) arbitrarily divided the class into Gryffindor/Ravenclaw vs Slytherin/Hufflepuff
This "activity" will be open for at least 24 hours depending on everyone's activity. So let loose and have fun and ... er ... bask in all the chaos?
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Tattie None of this made sense.
Even less sense than it had when she'd seen the Professor at the beginning of the class.
So much for keeping her head on straight this time and staying calm. The classroom was just getting louder ... and louder and louder. It was ridiculous. Clara shot wide eyes at Toby and Sophie, then at Eden and Puck (who'd been shut in a CLOSET, of all things) and then to Professor ... Captain ... and Peter Pan? This was madness and she wasn't sure she could cope with it any more. She couldn't even focus on her sketches any longer, the noise was crushing her making it impossible to concentrate.
So ... she did what she typically did when she needed quiet and calm ... she searched for Gabe. Automatically. Without giving it a second thought. Avoiding any and ALL flying food. Hopefully he could make sense of it ... give her support ... or even give her that push to leave the classroom. It didn't take long in her hypersensitive state to spot him and she moved over to him immediately, perching on a free desk next to him. "Pssst. Gabe." She hoped he wouldn't blow her off or anything like that, that wouldn't help her at all and he KNEW that. "What's going on?" She half-whispered above the noise.
Whatever it was, she hated it.
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FearlessLeader19 Food fight? Cool! Sort of. Because they were going to have some fun but at the same time wasting the food when they could be EATING it. Hmph. Adi grabbed some more apples and sat calmly in his seat while he munched on another one. This was one heck of a crazy class and it was too bad Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were on different sides. Ah well.
Adi eyed the students, looking for a Lion or Eagle target. Too bad the person he really wanted to heap food on was on the same team. But who says he couldn't "lapse" a little in his aim? Maybe he just might...
But in the mean time, he had found a victim. An older Claw girl (
CLARA). The fourth year grabbed one of the tables off his desk.
"Francesco!'' Point! Oh looky! Squishy mush in his hand. He took aim of the girl and let the mush fly.
At that moment, Adi happened to glance over at Benny. He was just in time to see his friend taking aim. His eyes trailed to see who that target was and when he saw who it was, he smirked. Benny had read his mind.
..............
No.
That had been the man's answer when Gabriel had asked for a reprieve.
No. Simply no.
Gabe gaped at the older man who had knocked the Bunsen burner off his desk...along with the ice cream pack...and ALMOST his notebook (before Gabe had saved it). There was a glare sent his way, too...and he could not grasp how REAL it appeared to be. The professor looked genuinely angry with him...and it started to make the Ravenclaw wonder if this wasn't just some elaborate cosplay scene...Did professor Flamsteed actually think he was Captain Hook?
....or had he completely immersed himself in the role...and was now taking it a bit too far?
Gabriel fell silent, eyes fixed on the man...who now had a pair of boxers clutch tightly in his hand. He was either completely brilliant or totally insane. Gabe couldn't properly decide WHICH at the time...but it was one or the other. No gray areas here.
He'd darted off...and then Clara had appeared, looking just as confused and terrified as he felt. Not that surprising since more people SHOULD be terrified at this displayed. A food fight? REALLY?! What were they? Eight?
He hadn't even thought about what he was doing, either. He'd HEARD Clara talking to him...but he had eyes on his surroundings, darting to and fro around the room; PEELED for flying bits of food. Completely against what the man had said, Gabe was prepared to escape at any moment. As soon as he found his opening...but that's when he seen the mush flying at Clara's back. Blinking once...he reached out for the girl and jerked her towards him out of the way...ducking down after doing so.
Gabe did NOT want to wear food.
.......and he didn't want anyone throwing things at Clara, either. BECAUSE HE JUST DIDN'T.
Speaking of which....WHERE WAS RUBY?!
"You think I know?!" He was under his desk now, EYES WIDE AND BLINKING RAPIDLY.
"Everyone's lost their minds.......We've got to....go...." He couldn't handle this room. He was already trembling, his hands and face cool and clammy. If the professor tried putting him in that closet, Gabe would vomit on him...and there would be nothing to do about it...because he COULD NOT WITH LOUD NOISES AND ALL THIS COMMOTION...OR SMALL SPACES. CONFINEMENT.
"We......need to....get out...."....BUT WHERE WAS HIS SISTER?!