 Everyone + Prefects That's Rough Buddy | Be the Flower | Moon & Stars
Cornelius was still giddy from the sorting and from the Feast itself. This was their celebration, for the first years. Watching as an older boy approached the table, one with a something shiny on his robes, Cornelius sliiiid until he almost bumped next to that something shiny person (Hugo).
"'Sup." You know, returning the cool. He was already learning from his peers, look at that. "Bet you're the prefect." He wiggled his brows at the badge, not helping himself when he heard the guy's question to some other Slytherin. The one who had just introduced himself as Dante. "This term will be all about girls?" he inquired, peering over to Dante with curious eyes. "Like flirting and stuff or an invasion of girls?" Could be either. Cornelius knew nothing about the former, but a lot about the latter. And only because he has five sisters.
He was watching the two Slytherins expectantly when a ROAR--an actual roar--came from the staff table. Cornelius turned around just in time catch a professor (Airey) in a stupid red suit PLOP and DIED. Ohhhh. This was going to make an interesting letter home.
'Ma! A professor DIED at the feast. Water was probably poisoned. xx Cornelius. P.S. Still alive.'
Now look it, a GHOST. He bet that was the house ghost. Cornelius basically printed the entire Hogwarts, A History to memory. Who else would be wearing chains at the Slytherin table? Exactly. "Did the professor just die?" he asked the Bloody Baron. Was the water contaminated? Just in case, the boy pushed the goblet away from him. Enough death experiences for this eleven year old self.
But it was all happening so soon. A loud voice rung around the Great Hall and it was telling them to get up. Cornelius did just that, a habit of being instructed throughout his young Quidditch career. So he took a step to his left, then one step back--were they choreographing a dance or what?--then sat back down.
OOOOOOOOHHHHH.
Did the Headmistress just pull their leg? 'Cause she certainly pulled Cornelius' and he was a laughing mess. "Good one!" he shouted, fist bumping his hand in the air once she was done. He wiped at his eyes. This was a funny headmistress. He liked her already. Which came in odd. The child tended to stray from authority figures.
Time only picked up, reeling in faster than Cornelius could have imagined on his first evening at Hogwarts.
THEY WERE UNDER ATTACK!
Having sat himself next to the prefect--something he'll analyze later--Cornelius ducked, grabbing a salad bowl and dumped the contents out, and plopped the huge bowl over his head, covering his mass of curls and half of his face.
Then those delightful words were yelled.......FOOD FIGHT!!
UGH. But he promised his mum he'd behave. For the first time in his life he had considered honoring those words. But...FOOD...FREAKING...FIGHT. He bounced in his seat as if his bum had ants, fingers jittery over his food. He could imagine it now, grabbing some ham and slapping it onto a Ravenclaws face.
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Maybe if he had permission. That way he could blame his actions on someone else rather than have full blame of something fall on his shoulders. Yes. Clever plan, Cob. Now...
"PREFEEEECTS," he sang loudly. "Do we DEFEND?!?!" Please say yes, please say yes.
FINGERS CROSSED.
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