Brian arrived at the feast pretty late, though he was almost always late for everything, it was a little embarrassing. HE'D WORK ON IT NEXT TERM. Yeah. He'd make the most noble and ancient house of Hufflepuff proud of him by being SO ON TIME. HE WOULD NOT LET HELGA DOWN A SECOND LONGER. And he happened to arrive in the middle of The Fat Friar's speech so he sent a wide grin at the old ghostly man person. "Hello, Mr Friar. Reverend?" Ghost person? WHAT DO WE CALL YOU AGAIN? It had only been four whole terms here at Hogwarts and yet Brian was still not exactly the sharpest pair of twig clips in the drawer.

But the speech happened and Brian being Brian, clapped enthusiastically for the Ravenclaws - who totally deserved their win with all their hard work - and cheered and then there was food and we all know how much Hufflepuffs loved their food. And Brian was no exception. FOOD, FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOOOOOD. He was very ready to burst into song too!

.... and then Miffy arrived.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" he all but screamed, reaching onto the table for the Norandula just as Miffy doused them in glue and crouching over it so that it remained unharmed. He was a good parent, okay? Even read bedtime stories to the plant every so often. Y'know, when Paige wasn't reading him a bedtime story. They had this whole joint custody down pretty well. Though that wasn't his point. His point was that at least his little baby Neville the Norandula was safe and unharmed and ALL WAS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.

And he was just about to straighten up again when THE OTHER POLTERGEIST LADY PERSON CAME OVER AND DUMPED FEATHERS ON THEM. AHHHHHHH. SAVE THE BABY, YES, GOOD PLAN.

..... was it safe to unhunch now?

*peek*