Evelyn barely heard the loud thud from the not so subtle Hufflepuff on her side of the room. Nor did she see the obvious crown above the even more obvious fluffy pillow that was 'floating' towards her. She didn’t even see when he started to scoot on his stomach, or hear him when making all kinds of scratchy noises on the ground.

She was too focused on cookie girl and debating whether or not she wanted to lose her comfy cushion.

Scooting down even more into her fort so only her black eyes and forehead were showing, the Slytherin stared down the Gryffindork across the room, getting ready to pounce up and attack. Yes, she was going to give up her cushion. It was the only way! No way could she chase cookie girl down while scooting on a cushion-

EEK!

Leaning backward in a sudden, Evelyn squeaked and quickly covered her head as a pillow was flung her way. NUUUU! HER SIDE! The squishy-ness! "I'M HIT!" she yelled, falling back in a dramatic way onto the scattered pillows and holding her side. She was hit! "AND MY FORT IS RUINED!" Not cool.

Quickly standing up, grabbing two pillows (one in each hand), she smirked and twirled the both. No she wasn't an expert. Pfft. The right pillow falling out of her hand was proof enough. Oops. Oh well. Pulling the other pillow back as if she were holding a bat, she swung it towards the Hufflepuff. Perhaps aiming to knock that crown off his head.

She wanted it!