She raised her want and the spaghetti wrapped around his wrists and ankles, lifting him and pulling him to the wall, spread eagle... which was funny... cause he was a Ravenclaw.

With another flourish, the bits of food on the floor started shooting themselves on the boy's mouth, trying to make it inside. "You are being a bad boy, Master Stevenson, you shouldn't waste food... think about all those children who don't have anything to eat. And here you are playing with it, throwing it around at parties... Now you are going to eat it."