Theo giggled, "He eats raisins. He is a fruit bat. And he is only tiny. So he won't bite you, and will just flap about a bit." He held Eddie over towards Clifford, "Take him if you want."

" i don't think it will work." Iris said matter-of-factly. "I've nothing against helping make the fireworks, but if it involves doing something that will get us in trouble, and lose us points then you can count me out of it. I'll still support Aaron in every other way possible if he makes the team, but it's not fair to go doing something that could get us in trouble and ruin Aarons chances of making the team." she finshed the smiled at Aaron and hoped that at least He would understand what she meant.

Mystic noticed as well that Grace was starting to brake out in a rash. Grace are you all right? Should I go find the nurse for you? She asked.

With all the screaming following the appearance of that boy under the table, Diane brought two fingers to her ears (proportionally divided in two hands, aha) and covered sound as she rounded the boy she had been talking to around bringing the fallen chair along, and sat on his other side - all the while trying to listen to his words. She heard the last while settling down and was unfazzed by further noise at the table. Suddenly, all expression dropped from her face and guesture vanished. For a good five seconds, she offered nothing but silence and a blank glaze.

Diane did not change attitudes much after this revelation, until she blinked and humanity seemed to once more return to her eyes.

A tad hesistantly, she placed a hand on his shoulder, in this way, meant to offer silent sympathy. "I'll look for those potions now," she said, a heavy weight pressing in her chest with the unbreathable air. Before quite raising, she stopped and added something else. "My name is Diane, by the way. What is yours?"

Willie was in heaven. A chocolately heaven where no one can disturb him, where no one can interrupt this love, where--- OIII.

He felt hands on his shoulders, pulling him away from the bowl. He wasn't going away with a fight! Stretching out his tongue, he began to lick the pudding, as his hand held onto the bowl tightly. "MMMPUDDING" he growled, eating more of the sweety goodness.

But then, the bowl was being pulled away from him by another person. This made his eyes narrow dangerously. "My pudding! MYYYYYYYY PUD-DING" He cried, shoving his face more into the bowl, dirtying his hair even more. His face was practically a chocolate masterpiece now.

Standing up fully since no one else was going to get help, and the prefects weren't doing anything, he heads to the staff table.

Well, Theo's little bat wasn't a blood-sucking one. That was good. And he was tiny.. that didn't mean he couldn't be hiding big, gigantic FANGS though. "Nuuuu, you keep hold of him," Clifford said quickly, shaking his head when Theo moved the bat toward him. Oh noes. "I don't want to hurt him.. I might accidentally pull his wings off." He hoped the batty didn't hear him say that. Gulping and leaning forward on the bench, Clifford raised one timid finger and touched the bat's tiny tummy. SQUEEEE!!!


And this was getting annoying. Smiling apologetically at Theo, Clifford jumped to his feet and stepped infront of the boy, glad for the height advantage. Hah. "Serious, dude. What's your problem here? I'm Head Boy, okay? So if you've got a problem.. tell me. The staff won't be happy if you ruin their eating time over nothing.. and I think this nothing." So what if the Hufflepuff was trying to drown himself in pudding? He looked happy!

"That's it." Lettie said and grabbed the bowl one last time, she pointed her wand at the bowl, but stopped, she couldn't use magic, not yet. Instead she dragged the bowl away and dumped a ton of water into it. Making the thick chocolate pudding a dripping and unappetizing slosh fest. "Ew..." She looked at the bowl and held onto the younger boy again, her badly bruised hand still wrapped in part of her robe.

"You. Have. To. Stop." Lettie said as she looked at the boy, grabbed a napkin and started to wipe his face off.

Theo giggled. Clifford was funny. "You won't hurt him, if you hold him softly inyour hand. And he won't hurt you. He only eats raisins, like I said." He held Eddie out a bit further, so Clifford could stroke him. The bat was soft. "Don't press to hard, he won't like that. He might bite you then." He kept an eye on his bat, and Clifford's finger. Nothing would happen if he watched. Maybe Eddie was hungry. He would feed him, when the food came.

Hayley pried Willie's sticky, gooey fingers from the bowl, and set it down on the side of her that Willie wasn't sitting by. "Willie, you need to calm down! That other big meany boy just went off to the staff table! I think he's gonna try to get us in trouble! Please please please. Take a deep breath and wipe your face off!" she finished, handing him a few napkins. Goodness gracious! This boy was insane about chocolate pudding! "Please," she said one more time, "chill out, and wipe your face off..."

"Yes, you have to listen, or you may get into trouble." Lettie agreed and threw Ott a scowl. She passed more napkins to the girl and stared at the nasty looking brown water (previously known as pudding) and cringed.

For added grossness, Lettie added some garlic to the watery pudding, that would definitely not be appealing to eat.

"Either they are becoming more Crazy, or maybe were just maturing." He said with a slight smirk, "But yah I agree with you, it always seems like the youngins deliberately try to get into trouble, I guess because at that age they dont care as much about pride and weither Slytherin wins the house cup or not." Which was true, but Lucas knew he couldnt really judge them because when he was that age him and his friend were doing the same thing, running around like crazy monkey's who escaped from the Zoo.

Lucas then shook his head to Amanda's next question. "No.. I dont think so. I think I'll be to busy with homework and studying. As much as I love Quidditch, I can only play in during the summer when I dont have school work to worry about. Realised that in my first year. I made the team as a sub, and yet I ended up having to quit due to schooling.. Havent tried out again since then."

"Nooooooo!" He cried, trying to reach out for his pudding, wanting to save it, but it was too late. The pudding was now gooey and disgusting. Sweet tears ran down his cheeks. "Whyy?! Whyy?! I had me thweeeeeet! Ye killed me THWEEEEET" He weeped, allowing the girl to wipe his face.

"Me thweeeeeeeeeeeeeet," he cried, watching as the girl added more gross things to it. "Ye were tho gud ter me."

Aaron turned to Iris. he had to admit, he was a little dissapointed. "Aw, come on! Alright, alright. We're not going to force you to do anything." he gave her a smile.

"I'm sorry." Lettie said, actually meaning it, "But it had to be done." She watched as the other girl wiped off the younger child's face now. "I apologize for that...I didn't know he would, erm, explode."
She sure had never seen a performance like that before, and plus, the kid had a mighty fine bump on his head from hitting the table.

Leticia picked up a goblet and filled it with water. "Here." She said, trying to make peace and holding it for the boy to take. "This might help calm your nerves." Poor kid still looked a bit jittery.

Hayley threw the other girl a thankful glance, while she added gross things to the pudding. Hayley then grabbed a napkin. If Willie wasn't gonna do it himself, then she was gonna wipe his face off for him. The pudding was now running down his face due to the tears. With just one wipe, her napkin was covered, so she grabbed another.
"Don't cry, Willie," she said soothingly, "it's gonna be okay. There will be pudding again, I'm sure of it." Oh flarb, she truely hoped there wouldn't be any type of sweets near Willie ever again. She patted his back and did her best to wipe pudding out of his hair, and off his face. Good thing the robes were black, otherwise, they'd be stained.

"Don't worry," she said to the older girl, "I didn't realize it til after he ate the first helping of pudding. I think he's sensitive to sugar. One of those people who gets affected by it...I think he'll crash soon..." At least, she hoped he would. Her cousin always came down from his sugar-highs pretty quickly...but he also wasn't ever affected this badly...oh sigh.

Failure. It was pure failure. Jack found out about what happened between her and Cam, then he was going to tell Anna. Then, she was going to have to explain the whole story to her. Great,that's all she had to say. Anna, her bestest bestest friend, was finally going to find out one of the biggest mistakes she has made. And, that mistake was going out with a 12 year old. That's never going to happen again.

"M-Mafia? Yeah, I don't think I want to know what was going on over there. It's sort of bad, though, that Gryffindor has already lost points and the term hasn't even begun," Reese told Jack, then she turned away from him and picked up a blueberry muffin. Looking back at him, she added, "I'm glad you came over here. It's nice to like- you know- talk to you again. That NASA conversation on the train was quite interesting." After she said that, she took a bite of her muffin.

Roland watched the commotion with his eyebrows slightly raised. He sat back on his seat and looked up at the teacher's table to see if anything was happening next. Then he looked down the table to see if he could recognise anyone he knew. He noticed all the first years and wondered if their reaction to Hogwarts had been the same as his.

Even when the girls tried to calm him down, Willie kept on sobbing, blubbering about his lost love (the pudding). He blubbered about their wonderful five minute relationship, how he enjoyed every bit of it. Throwing his arms in the air, the small boy gave a wail and then placed his head on the table, covering it with his arms, his shoulders shaking from all the sobbing.

"Puuudddiiingggg," he sobbed, or wailed, it was hard to tell by now.

Hayley hated seeing people sad...she hated seeing them sad...when she saw people like this...she couldn't resist the urge...

Hayley pulled Willie into a hug and patted his head, "It's okay, buddy!" she said to the older (seriously?!) boy. "It'll all be juuuuust fine." She looked at the older girl, and mouthed "HELP" to her. After all, she was only 11, what could she do?!

Lettie looked on as everything seemed to settle down, then erupted again.

Leticia sighed and watched the wailing boy, "Some things are best in small doses. Do you honestly think that eating that much of a food could be good for you? Nope. In fact, you might have gotten a really bad stomach ache and never wanted to eat pudding again. My brother hates strawberry cake, and that's only because he ate too much of it one day and got very sick. He's never had it since. Ever!"

Walking back to the table, Ott sees the young Willie with his head on the table. Tapping him on the shoulder, gently, he sits next to him.

Gently he starts to talk to him. "One of the professors would like to talk to you. He didn't sound mad, he just wants to talk to you. Would you please come with me?"

Lyra smiled "oh thank you" she said, "i saw a spell in my charms book , a levitation spell called "wingardium leviosa" i tried it on that goblet, and well, it worked but i was so happy i dropped it and i don't know how to repare things" said Lyra "and i don't know how the professors would react when they see a broken goblet , so i just put it in my bag and thought that, when the feast was over and everyone would stand up i quickly put it back, so that no one , well except you" she added "would notice that it was me" she smirked at her whole plan. "it's really cool here huh? i can't wait to start classes! how about you?"

Willie kept on crying. If he cried some more, the water supply in his eyes would run out, and then those little elves that lived in his eyes would die out of thirst! Of course, that's what Willie believed in. Elves lived in his eyes.

He looked up as the big lug tapped his shoulder and gave a large sniff. His eyes blotchy and red, Willie took another sniff and looked over at the table to see Kazimeriz there. Feeling his lower lip wobble, he stood up and headed towards the table without even looking back at Luggy.

He was Head Boy.. and noone was listening to him. That was just ... aggravating. Why wouldn't anyone leave the Crocker boy alone? If they'd left him to eat his ruddy pudding nicely then none of this would've happened! Clifford glared at the Slytherin boy whom he blamed for all this chaos and swiftly returned to his seat. He'd just sit with Theo and play with the little bat. That was safe. Yup.

Expression softening again, Clifford gave the bat's tummy another tickle. "Does he like pumpkin juice?" He asked Theo, eyes on the bat, "d'ya think he'd lick my finger if I dunked it in my goblet?"