Vanessa smirked as she watched for Professor Bunbury's reaction, the woman obviously though that she'd get her but creeping up on. Definetly not with her quidditch skills.
She was a little shocked when Bunbury send another spell at her, and she really hadn't been expecting it.

"Protego!" She managed to mutter, rather fast, and this resulted in the shield charm not being as strong as it had been before. But it still managed to keep most of the spell off of her. Success. But she made sure that she was paying attention, just incase Bunbury threw another spell at her.

Lima walked into the kitchens in the hopes of getting some ice cream from one of the Elves, and instead came upon... a duel? What the heck?

Fearing for her safety, she made a mad dash towards the counters and found Terry already crouching away in safety. She dropped to her hands and knees and quickly crawled towards him and safety.

Anastasia frowned as her spell was blocked again and two more students entered the kitchen. She tapped her wand in her left hand, scanning the other Hufflepuff's and Gryffindor's robes for any sign of the little badges. But no luck.

Pffft. Fine. Dark Arts weren't her specialty anyways...nooo, poisons were. Anastasia decided two hexes were enough for now.

"Well," she cleared her throat and stuffed her wand back up her sleeve. "I'd say you are prepared for any sort of Dark attack, Ms...." uh I just forgot your name. "Now then, why are you children in the kitchen?"

She click-clacked her heels - for yes, she was wearing shoes today - over to the hiding spot of the boy and girl and peered down at them. "And for the love of Merlin, get yourselves up off that filthy floor."

Vanessa grinned triumphantly as her shield - well relatively weak shield - managed to block the second spell. Success, very good success at that. Well she was a 6th year, it would be a little embarrasing for her to fail at the age she was.

"Corbette," Vannie sighed, lookking up at the Professor. The woman really should not wear heels, it made her veerry tall, compared to Vanessa. "And err....Thanks?" She shrugged, not really knowing what to say. What would you say to the teacher which just tried to attack you. Not a lot? "Erm....Getting a snack?" Or as in her case a birthday cake

Vanessa cocked her head to the side, as watched Professor Bunbury wanderd over to where two students had hidden. "Terry? Lima?" Vanessa was even more confused, as she followed Bunbury over to their hiding place. "Why are you hiding? She was trying to get me..."

Lima squeaked as the evil Professor headed over to her. Oh no! She was going to get hexed and she didn't have her wand on her. "We weren't doing anything down here, BunBuns - er I mean, Miss Bunburry." She didn't know why this teacher was making her nervous suddenly.

Oh wait, she attacked Vannie.

Seeing as she didn't want to get her taste of it, she sighed and slowly got up from her hiding place.

Trying to gauge the shortest route for a hasty exit from the kitchen (the cookies really would have to wait for now. his face was at stake here!), he whirled back as a familiar blonde crawled under beside him. 'LIMA!' He was saved ...he thought. He threw his arms around her, clinging on for dear life.

Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he tried to cast another glimpse to see if it were safe to scamper yet. Only to find himself peering up the professor herself. Cue hyperventilating. He flailed a hand at their robes, 'HAA. You can't hex us! Not without one of them badges!' ...he belatedly realised that technically no, since she was a professor, she could pretty much grow them antler ears if she wanted.

EHHHHHH. His accusing finger fell to the back of his neck. 'Errrm, we don't mind the dirty floor so much,' Terry muttered under his breath, 'It was certainly safer than standing out there as blatant targets for a couple JINXES or so.'

Lima flinched at what Terry told BunBuns. "Shhh!" she muttered sharply. She didn't want BunBuns to turn them into bats or something just to prove that she could.

"Come on, get off the floor, Terry. Miss Bunburry won't hurt us. Er, right?" She turned her gaze to the Professor, hoping she was right. Though she didn't really believe her own words. Mer.

Anastasia nodded at Corbette - Ms. Corbette - and turned her icy blue glare back to the two on the floor.

"I don't want to hex you either and I won't be hexing either of you. Yet," she replied sharply to the Gryffindor. Pfft, thinking he was brave by talking back to her. As if. If she really wanted to 'get him' she would use much more devious means. "And I'm just doing my job, for your information. Five points from Gryffindor for that cheek and it'll be another five if you two don't get your bums OFF the FLOOR!"

Without waiting to see if they had followed her instructions, Anastasia marched away from the children and toward the pantry, desperately seeking something sweet to cool herself down...but er...had they moved the pantry? Which door was it now?

Lima scowled. It was no fair that she was getting yelled at for following instructions. And it was no fair that she even made a hissy about it. They weren't doing anything!

She just stared daggers at the Professor's retreating back and then turned her gaze back to Terry. "Well, wasn't that fun," she told him sarcastically. Though she had to laugh a bit.

Blinking in slight disbelief at the red-headed professor, Terry shot to his feet, scowling as his blue eyes narrowed and he forced himself to press his lips together to prevent him stuttering at her indignantly. FIVE FREAKING POINTS!

Glaring at her back as she marched out of the kitchens, Terry turned to Lima, chewing on the inside of his cheek. 'Did she really just take five points off of me for trying to PROTECT myself?'

"Of course she did. She's crazy!" UGH! She had to get her mind off of this unfairness. "So how are you Terry? And what was it that you came here to get?" There. This was approaching normalcy.

EKH. Scrunching his nose slightly in disgust, Terry shook his head, already waving the Herbology professor away in his mind. 'I've been ...good. More in and out of things, actually. You? You're nearly graduating Lima! How're you feeling about that?'

She smiled weakly and said, "eh, I'm okay I guess. I'm just going to miss you all so much." She had to try to keep from getting emotional here. Last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of her friend.

Terry tilted his head to side, lips scrunching up in sympathy. 'That's right, this is your last term here!' It was hard to imagine Lima graduating at the end of term, to be honest. She was too hyper to go out into the real world, just yet! 'Awwwww, we'll miss you loads too, Lima. You know that. Especially Mr. RAWR.' Hugging her briefly, he smiled at the blonde warmly, 'Look on the bright side though. You can finally move on, right? No stoopid Maddox raining all over your parade?

She giggled and returned the hug. "Aww, I'll miss Mr RWAR. And so will Steph. She still hasn't met him yet." She giggled. Then listened to his other comment. That was true. She was actually getting excited to ditch Maddox. She was getting more and more to the point where she just would be happy never to see him again for the rest of her life. "Oh, but I'm starting to move on now," she said happily.

Terry gasped dramatically, sucking in a ginormous breath. 'Steph and Mr. RAWR still haven't met? INJUSTICE I tell you.' He stuck his arms out, flailing his arms about as he pretended to catch his balance. 'Do you see that? It's the world there that's just stopped revolving!'

Beaming happily, he straightened himself out, curiosity evident in his sapphire eyes. 'Oh? And exactly how you gone abouts and done this moving on?' Crossing his arms, he looked at her, nodding his head in an imitation of seriousness, then eyed her sternly, 'And without me too, might I add?'

She started laughing so hard. Man, she really loved Terry. "I know! It's really a crime, isn't it? We need to set them up on a date." She giggled. She imagined them taking them both down to the lake or something and letting them play. AWWWW

Then she became guarded. She wasn't going to let it slip to Terry. It would almost be as bad as it was with Miles! "I have my ways.." she said feigning indifference. She wasn't sure how much he would pry though. MER. "And sorry, you are not involved." She snorted.

Sneaking into the kitchens wasn't Angela's first time. She has been used to this supposed habit. Her stomach was trembling badly for she didn't eat anything that morning, so, entering the kitchens, ideas were swirming in her mind. She saw some higher years in the kitchen, too, she smirked at them the moment she caught glance of them, saying, "Oh, hello...", then went on to ask one of the house-elves for food.

"Some chocolate cake, and pumpkin juice please, if you do have, and oh, do you also have some toasted bread with strawberry jam on it? I would like to have some."

The house-elf nodded with her enormous eyes twinkling. After some moment, it came back with all the food Angela asked for. "Here is the food, young miss. If you would like some more, it would be our delight to offer again."

"Thanks. These are enough, really. More than enough."

"Clutching all the food in her arms, Angela searched for something to sit in then finally saw a small couch. Stacking large amounts of food into her mouth, she came back to her senses. There were other years in front of her there. "Oh, sorry..." she directed it more to herself than to them. So, she slowly put her head down and proceeded to eating her food even more gently. How could I forget such manners, she was telling herself with a grin in her face.

Smiling warmly at the sight of Lima laughing so hard, he found himself chuckling at Lima's suggestion. 'I think ...Mr. RAWR would love that. Vair much.' Wagging his eyebrows in Lima's direction, he tapped his chin. 'What, in a pygmy's opinion, is a pretty, romantic place for a date, hmm?'

Eyeing the blonde suspiciously, Terry raised one dark eyebrow, narrowing his blue eyes knowingly. 'Uh huh uh, that is not going to work on me, love. You've been getting up to no good, I'm onto you! Now ...SPILL.' Shrugging to let her know he was accepting her apology, he crossed his arms over his body resolutely, 'Well, you're going to tell me your news and then I'll be all involved, alright.' Mwaha.

HAHA! She snorted. "I dunno, I think maybe somewhere like the lake?" She had no idea. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Pygmy Puff. She held her hand up to her face and said to it, "what do you think of that Steph?"

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Take a guess," she said smirking. She wasn't just going to tell him. And if she had to, well, there was something that she wanted to talk to him about anyway. hehe.

Stroking his chin as Terry seriously considered Lima's suggestion, he finally nodded his assent, 'Thaaaaaaat doesn't sound too bad an idea. Only not too close to the water's edge, a'ight? Mr. RAWR might get a little over-excited and bowl over headfirst right into the water and meet a very unfortunate and premature, watery demise.' HOW SAD WOULD THAT BE THEN?! Siiiigh.

Gasping, Terry instantly reached for the girl pygmy, settling her comfortably in the crook of his arm as he tickled Steph's itty-bitty nose, 'Nu fair, Lima! I've left Mr. RAWR napping in my dorm this evening.' He shrugged, wagging a finger at the blonde. 'No worries, but the two will have to meet VAIR soon, mmkay?'

'Take a guess?' Terry echoed warily, waving a hand dismissively in the air. 'Have you not heard already? Me and the word 'guess' aren't exactly the best o' mates. We'll be here right into the next millenia, if you let me. SO. End my misery already, and tell me!' Wailwail. The girl wasn't playing fair!

She opened her mouth in mock horror. "Oh noes!!! If that happens, Steph would jump in and try to save him and she would meet the same fate as him!" She grabbed onto the front of his clothes and said, "We. Must. Not. Let. That. Happen. Terry!" and shook him lightly with every word.

She smiled as he tickled Steph's nose and watched as the Pygmy Puff warmed up to him, emitting a low purring like sound. "She likes you, Terry." She giggled. "And how would I know that you didn't have Mr. RWAR on you?" She pouted. No fair!

"Okay, I have a boyfriend," she said shrugging. "And you know who he is, but I'm still not telling you his name." BWAHAHAHA

Floor after floor after floor, Willie became hungry. Very hungry. Hungry to the point he'd eat anything in sight (minus Jake and other human beings, of course). He would lick his lips as he'd imagine a large portion sized mash potatoes with gravy and some chicken bits on the side. MMMM. A droll rolled down his chin, causing Willie to quickly rub it away and look back at Jake who he had dragged down with that bad leg of his.

He should be thankful Willie can't eat him. If they were some kind of animals, Willie would bite him till he deceases and then eat him up with his big apetite.

"Come 'ere," he spoke up after the awkward silence they've been enduring. In a few moments, Willie had pushed Jake into the kitchens were the fumes of food invaded his nose causing his chest to heave with delight. This was heaven. Food was heaven. Heaven is food.

Licking his lips again, the small boy looked at Jake and smirked. "Ye 'ungry mate?"

Hopping every other step he would have taken with his left leg, Jake managed to follow Willie right down to the kitchen level in one piece. Not bad... not bad at all... Giving a small cough, Jake tugged a little on the tie Willie had wrapped around his neck, so it would cover more of the bruise. Because he couldn't see, Jake had no indication of whether his judgement was right.

"Woooahhh..." Jake gasped as the boy, who apparently ate things other than ears and sugar, pushed him into the room. "This is the... kitchen? He gazed around for a moment. "Hungry?... Erm... I dunno..." Jake never could listen to his body telling him he was hungry, for some odd reason. "I... guess so..."

"Yeth it'th the kitchen, you doof!" Willie poked him, a little too hard than normal. Poor boy. He probably can't tell that this is the kitchen from the obvious fumes. Ahhh, well he probably has some smelling problem, Willie thought with a soft nod. "It'th whe'e our foodth come!" He explained to Jake, pointing at the obvious food on the small tables. "Ye come 'ere when ye 'ungry!"

Tugging on the boy some more, Willie approached one of the tables that was filled with sweets. Enormous sized sweets that would be placed on the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Willie's mouth widened a small laugh escaped him as he raised his hand, ready to attack the food. With a blink of an eye, Willie was shoving food into his mouth rather monstrously .

Ohhh the richy goodness of chocolate.

Ohhhhh the delightful taste whip-cream sliding down his tongue.

This was heaven!

Sensing that something was out of order, Willie raised his head and then blinked. Jake wasn't joining him in this glorious feast. Turning his head to face the boy, Willie smiled, showing off his brown teeth caused by the chocolate. "Why ain'tchu eatin'?"