Originally Posted by Orchideae

Originally Posted by cedricdiggory

Cedric chuckled, noticing that Kaika really want to change the subject. And it wouldn't be that easy at all. Well, He's going to answer Kaika's Quidditch Tryouts question. "Err. Of course" He nodded happily. That Quidditch thing is dragging his emotions from disappointment and sadness to happiness. "Please don't go, Kaika.. Please" He muttered, glancing at her wistfully. He knows that it isn't that impossible, Kaika can work at Hogwarts, maybe an assistant to Professor Vindictus.

Originally Posted by Leeness

He simply smiled at the suggestion of sending away for forgotten supplies. If only that was the most of his worries. No, no, he had much more zooming about in that little brain of his and it should be kept very private to those whom he was unsure of.

However, his blaming it on the pumpkin juice seemed to cause a bigger fuss than expected - he truly hadn't thought this through when he had used it as his excuse. "Oh.. no! I'm sure we don't need to tell the Professors anything. It's... probably just me... or..."

"WILLIE!" He practically screamed the boys name when he spoke up about Varius' stealing his juice. Thank Merlin he had made such a mistake (because let us face it, who WOULD want to be drinking from Willie Crockers cup?). "See," he tried to laugh the whole thing off and decrease suspicion from the seventh year, "It's all explained now! Willie was trying to get me loopy on something." He was joking of course and laughed to identify this, but he was now concerned with what problems he may face after slurpring on that Crocker concoction - irregular bowel movements, problems breathing, infinite hiccups! Probably all of the above. Oh Lord!

Originally Posted by Sophie_Melita

Sophie entered the great hall with a flourish. The forty-two year old woman was dressed in pink from the bows in her pig tails to her shiny shoes. She wore open pink robes over a short pink skirt, pink blouse, and pink coat. Even her knee-high socks were pink. Her finger nails were pink, too. Her hair was jet black with narrow strips of white betraying her advancing age where her personality did not.

Sophie Melita, former member of the Ministry-approved Hogwarts staff (potions mistress), former professor at Belle's School for Witches, former unspeakable, former preschool teacher, and most recently, former healer at the Center for Aged and Cursed Wizards, was carrying a HUGE basket of cookies that looked as if she would tip over from the weight of it if it hadn't been charmed to be light (though why she hadn't just charmed a smaller basket to have an unending bottom, one can only conjecture that she just like things big). Each cookie was graced with a pair of wings, which explained the flock of cookies fluttering over her head.

She beamed at everyone as the door shut behind her and then she started skipping (with her flock of cookies still encircling her head) down past the Hufflepuffs, tossing cookies toward the table which fluttered onto each plate. Once there, the wings disappeared and a seemingly plain chocolate chip cookie was all that was left. "Welcome to Hogwarts!" Sophie declared in her high pitched, talking to a baby, voice, over and over, as she went.