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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Tiana Patterson
Gryffindor Second Year
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Iris Forsfelle
Slytherin Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
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Hufflepuff Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mirabelle Draguar
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
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Violet Fawley
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SPOILER!!: Calliope, Florence and Bryony Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 
And then JT plopped himself down nearby with all the energy of a puppy in a storm. Listen, she liked her teammate. She respected him. She appreciated sharing the skies with him but her perception of her teammate was about to take a nosedive faster than a Seeker going for a snitch because a black rat launched itself out of JT’s robe and onto the table. Calliope froze. So did her voice. Her expression warped slowly into horror. "What," she said flatly, "is that."
Rhetorical question. She knew what a rat was.
It was that moment that the black monstrosity chose that moment to launch into a full sprint across the tabletop, claws ticking against the surface in a rhythm that the second year could appreciate if it were not attached to fur and beady eyes. Calliope screamed. Loudly. "SOMEONE HEX IT."
She jolted upright so fast her knee cracked against the underside of the table, and she swore under her breath, grabbing a drumstick instinctively like it was her wand. "I swear to Circe, JT, if that THING touches me—" But rats did not care about threats, especially not this one and the Slytherin would argue it was missing a whole lot in translation seeing as it LEAPT onto her shoulder next. Calliope shrieked... again... and spun in a circle like a malfunctioning ballerina figure in music box. She tripped as the backs of her knees collided with the bench, caught herself on someone's sleeve, but it was too late to deny gravity of its prize and she practically somersaulted backwards over the bench to the floor of the Great Hall along with a goblet that looked like it was inspired by a leaky cauldron and certainly would not be holding any pumpkin juice now. Her cheeks were flushed, hair slightly wild, the drumstick still clutched in her fist like she was ready to duel. "This," she hissed, jabbing the drumstick at the table for emphasis, "is why those things should not be kept in pockets. Or castles. Or anywhere near me."
With one last disgruntled exhale, she pulled herself up from the ground, adjusting the knot of her tie like it had personally wronged her. "Letting vermin climb the Slytherin table like it's a bloody obstacle course..." she grumbled, keeping her one arm pressed firmly to her side to hid the tear that had happened earlier ― back when her life had been rat-free and nurturing a healthy appetite. "That GREMLIN better be off the table!"
Preferably dead too but she miraculously managed to keep that to herself. Didn't everyone know rats were to blame for spreading the Black Death?!
The next person to bring out a THING was getting a free solo performance. On their head.
Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl
She noted a number of familiar faces already present at the table - Sloane, Aryan, and Phoebe - and a couple of younger ones she had seen before but considered herself less familiar with - Calliope and JT. If any happened to look her way as she took her seat, they might receive a polite nod.
For a moment, despite the number of students present in the hall, all seemed peaceful.
And then the shouts and shrieks began.
Florence heard JT yelling about his rat and then she experienced the splash zone of pumpkin juice before she caught sight of the offensive creature. Merlin's beard. Who brought their pets to a feast?
Scowling, she pulled out her wand, aimed for the rat, and cast, "Immobulus!" Hopefully the spell hit and froze the little pest in its tracks. Then the boy could collect his pet and keep it out of sight.
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Originally Posted by Kolyander Bryony had been only a few paces behind Aryan when he entered the Great Hall ahead of her. As per normal for her, the sixteen year old had easily found herself distracted upon spotting some of her friends as she headed for her own house table of Green and Silver. Several hellos, waves and hugs were given in greeting. It was these small short interactions that had caused her to arrive at the table just as the screaming had begun.
What was going on? So much commotion. Most of which Bry didn't get to see. Though she supposed she may have gotten there just in time...
A rat was darting all about on the table. "Whoa! I got him!'" This is where those Seeker skills of hers would come into play. "Excuse me.. pardon me! Look out..." As polite of warnings as she could manage were given as she reached around some of her fellow peers and across the table in attempts to catch the little furry rat that scampered this way and that.
Her first two grabs at it came up short. "Oi! Come here you
.." It was near the end of the long hCouse table that her hands closed around the small rat. "Gotcha! Who does this belong to?" She asked, glancing up and down the length of the table, the rat now cradled against her chest. "I think this little one may very well be hungry..." This being said simply because the rat in question was munching on a bit of cracker or something in her hands. When Buzz jumped out of the breastpocket of his robes JT hadn't exactly calculated the loud-mouthed reaction it would unleash from Calliope's diection. Quickly standing up on his seat he tried to grab a hold of his rat, flinging himself around peers and goblets to get him out of harms way. Unfortunatley what every rat did when frightened was that they fleed and Buzz was no different, and as such all his grabbing attemps were unsuccessful.
JT didn't expect his rat to run back towards the shrieking Calliope, but he watched with horror, and held breath as Buzz leaped up on Calliope's shoulder causing her to shrieck even more and fall backwards off the snake bench and out of sight along with some cutlery. Yikes. "Calliope, are you all right?" JT called out worriedly. It seemed like a good idea to ask even if he right now probably was the last person she wanted to hear from seeing as she had called his rat a number of not very nice names. Most of JT's attention was on his rat and some on Iris who he wanted to officially call his girlfriend if she let him and he was going to do what he could to make that happen.
It was then that someone, Florence pulled out her wand and cast a spell aimed at his prized rat. Frozen, JT looked on with relief that the spell missed and his rat climbed up on one of the goblets as if he was looking for something. JT getting back in motion made another few grabs to no avail before Bryony arrived and grabbed his rat. Relief and gratitude shining in his eyes JT raised his hand "It's my rat. He is new. Thanks for catching him Bry! He got out of my robepocket. I'll give him something to eat when the food arrives."
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