Helios turned his back to the assembled guests and wanderers, hiding the frown on his face. All that lovely food ruined. "Clean up time." The young prince commanded as he tapped the Persian rug with his wand tip.

The platters and plates, bowls and silverware shuddered and shook. The rug seemed to be...moving. Like the petals of a flower, the corners reached towards the sky, smelly food and the serving trays falling towards the open basket that swallowed them like a hungry maw.

Unfurling, the elaborate, seemingly living rug rested once more upon the floor, the Grecian Hufflepuff, taking his basket.

It was hard to hide his disappointment, but he buried it beneath a smile as he looked back towards the other students. "Keep sharp everyone. Don't trust anyone over eighteen."