Antonio listened carefully to Jake's explanation. It had been just a simple food fight, nothing more, nothing less. It was different from that crazy melee that had occurred at the Gryffindor table before, when a certain substance was flung. Antonio almost smiled. There had been plenty of food fights at Hogwarts through the years, some of which he had been involved in. But he had to keep up his decorum, he was a professor, after all.

"I think I understand," Antonio said. "I would still like to hear what Miss Winchester has to say, however." At this point he hadn't decided on anything punitive, but he wasn't going to let these kids know that. It was fun to make them sweat in the meantime.

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As Lucy waited for Sarah to grab hold of her hand, she noticed a fellow Ravenclaw make her way towards the Hufflepuff table. Oh, boy...she looked absolutely appalled, and then she took a bowl of ice cream and...WHOA!! FOOD FIGHT?! Oh, so this is what Sarah was talking about? Eww...no class, people?

Lucy looked back at the Ravenclaw girl, and waved hello. "HELLO!!" she yelled out. That ice cream looked yuuuummy, too. Hmm...to steal or not to steal, that was the question..."What kind of ice cream is that?" she asked, curiously...or perhaps she was plotting something? Gasp!!

JUMP.

Jeas, Yell a little louder and burst my ear-drums, why don't you? "Erm, hai?" Sabrina blinked at the unknown Ravenclaw who seemed to be eyeing HER ICE CREAM! Clutching onto her bowl protectively, Sabrina blinked once again. "Oh, chocolate and vanilla." Her favourite.

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Looking around under the table uncertainly, Jake slinked up so he was now sitting next to Sabrina, before leaning the clean side of his head up against her. Poor little blighter didn't feel too good now.

HER CLEAN CLOT- Oh. His clean side was on her shoulder. The poor dear. Well, that is what he got for not listening to her in the first place. Hmph. Sympathetically, Sabrina patted his head, although all that managed to do was get pie on her hands.

EW!

And now Professor was asking them about the commotion. Well, if needed, she'd tell the Professor it wasn't Jake's fault although, clearly, he should have listened to her and stayed away from the cookies.

Bad Jake!

Her stomach finally stuffed to the limit, Emalyn set down her fork. It was a shame that it took time for food to digest. She couldn't believe she had eaten that much, but she couldn't have known how much she was really eating until it was wayyy down in her stomach.

Blech.

She wished she had bothered with breakfast and lunch earlier, then she wouldn't feel so...disgusting now. She looked down at her plate in disgust. It was still loaded with food, but she pushed it away and looked away from it.

All the chocolatey deserts that would have been so tempting to her earlier were now repulsive.

Fia couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. The things that Theo talked about were the very things she did. "Oh, well, I don't know about practicing. I've already promised someone I would practice with him. But you...know Professor Vindictus?" She didn't say who but with the very word of HIM anyone could figure it out. She would practice with him, she wanted too but...well maybe she could work something out, especially since Professor Vindictus was mentioned.

"Keper," she announced for the position she perferred. "Actually I could play any of them, well, wherever they wanted to put her. Oh she got along with Theo very well.

But there was one thing she didn't have a partner with. "But maybe we could...practice spells together.". Great thinking Fia.

And then strange things began to happen. Miles was acting...funny, almost as if he was...jealous. Oh and then a professor, the muggle one at that. Oh this was something she was not used too. She reached for a piece of chocolate, if it was still there. She didn't want either of the boys to go away but she did want to chat with Theo some more

she nodded her head towards Miles. She would write to his mum and tell her what a good boy he was, until..."Give me BACK my HAT.". She snatched the hat off of Miles' head and hid it in her lap. "Mine.". Her eyes narrowed playfully. She was not angry as she appeared to be but...

PUNCH

He so deserved that punch in the arm. And yes she was probably going to hear that she punched like a girl.

Arrick made a face. "My foster parents were normal." He stressed the word 'normal' as if daring someone to use the word 'Muggle' again. Silly-sounding inelegant word, it was. "Ernt a clue about my real ones. At least one of 'em had to be odd." Or completely balmy.

Arrick opened his mouth, but was beaten to the punch by Tavelon, who promptly asked all the questionsn he'd been meaning to. Grateful for the excuse to keep his mouth shut, he sat and listened.

Ah, so he was right. Her family was pureblood. She didn't appear to be the snooty kind of pureblood that the boy on the train, Josh, had warned him aganist, so that was a relief.

He noticed Abigail's funny reaction when Tavelon asked about her dad. He knew what that reaction meant. That was unexpected--here he was expecting as always that he'd be the odd one out, but it seemed like a ton of abnormal things in his 'normal' life seemed common. Arrick wasn't sure what to think about that. He knew better than to point out she'd sidestepped the question, so he said nothing.

All this 'oddness' not being odd at all was going to take awhile getting used to.

"Hi, Kita. I'm glad to meet you." I said This was great. I was meeting some really nice people. "I saw he was alone and well I know how that is. Would you like to join us?" I asked Kita. "I would love for us to be friends." I moved over a little to give room for her to sit. This was going to be a great first year and I was so glad to have friends. Living with my grandmother had been so boring. She didn't much let me have friends.

"So,Kite. I said and turn to the boy who we sat with. "Do you guys think the homework will be hard the first day of classes? I'm a little nervous about it all. My grandmother wouldn't let me do any reading at home." I said looking down at my hands. I was going to be so behind everyone else.

Sarah looked at Professor Dumont from under the table and smiled as she picked herself up off the floor. "A pie slipped out of my hand and hit Jake in the face then he got me back with the same pie." She smiled, okay maybe that wasn't quite truthfull since she had gotten bored and decided to have a Pie fight. She was scared what punishment was the Professor going to give her.

"Okay..." Jake replied in a shaky voice, deciding not to look at Sarah or anybody else. Just sit quiet and hope to almighty Merlin that whatever Dumont did, Kazi wouldn't get wind of it. Whimper.

But then he slipped up.

"It did not slip out of your hand. You... you did it on purpose!"

Sarah looked at Jake. "Okay, it didn't slip out of my hand." She sighed, why didn't Jake just nod in agreement. "Okay I was trying to have some fun with Jake and I didn't think he would mind being pied so I pied him and he pied me back." Sighed Sarah.

Vilhelmiina sat down at the table. For the next seven years, this was to be her 'home away from home,' as her mother put it. Hufflepuff was to be her 'second family.' She looked down at her at her hands and became lost in thought.

As Antonio listened to Jake and Sarah, he was able to figure out that his guess had been correct, it was nothing but innocent fun.

"Okay, I've got a pretty good picture of what happened," he said, still not letting his guard down that he didn't think a food fight was any big deal and that he wasn't going to do anything to punish Jake or Sarah at this point. "You kids are feeling frisky today, aren't you?" Antonio knew they were just happy to be back at school, probably. "Just stop throwing the food and settle down, you don't want to raise any more attention from the staff, now do you? I'm sitting over there trying to eat my food, too, and I sure wouldn't appreciate having to get up from that table again. That's it. I'm watching you." He glared in what he hoped was a threatening manner back and forth from Jake to Sarah and then back again. No big deal, no punishment meted, but he couldn't let them know that.

Jake, scarcely able to believe his luck, nodded his head up and down frantically, catching the stern look and promising in his head to be good. Though unluckily that came out in his speech too.

"I am be good boy," he babbled out, still nodding frantically as he jumbled up his words.

Heeheehee...Chocolate and vanilla, eh? Now that no one was paying attention, perhaps she could sneak a bite in...just a tiiiiiiiiiiny bite? Yes?

"I like chocolate and vanilla, too. Yuuuuuum." she said, rubbing her tummy, and closing her eyes, smiling. She opened her eyes, to see the girl, looking a tad bit scared and acting very protective of her ice cream. Oh, puuuuhhh-leeeez. Ice cream was the one thing that could NEVER escape her. Heeheehee...Neeeever!!

Lucy slid over to stand next to her, and like a sneaky ninja, she said "Saaaay, how a bite or two to share? What do you say, friend?" She extended a hand as though to offer some form of friendship, whether she'd honor or not. But most definitely, her main priority was the ice cream. Sssssluuurrrrrp. Yum.

"Yes...our fourth term..." time did pass rather quickly. She glanced at Dominic and Kaika and almost started to cry right there. Ohhh but whyyy cryyy, no, no, no. Denial remember? Yes! That's right!

"I dunno... Do you feel, older?" she asked Emalyn, while staring out into nothing in particular. "In three year's we'll be coming of age... It's so weird... I feel like I'm still 11 years old!" Miranda shovled a piece of chocolate muffin into her mouth.
Her eyes grew wider at the werewolf business.
"Yeah... Though it wouldn't surprise me if there was a werewolf sitting among us...right...now..." she nodded and spoke in almost a whisper while glancing at the huffies. It would be so coool! Just aslong as he or she doesn't mess with meeee or my frieeeends...
Miranda had just taken up a piece of blueberry pe, and the most delicious and juicy piece was on her way to hear mout when... "AAaah!" Frightened, she looked around her frantically to see what had happened. "Kaika! Are you allright? WHAT HAPPENEEEEEEEED!?" yeah she was freaking out.

This required chocolate. Without a word, Miranda pulled out a bag of chocolate frogs, handing one to Kaika and unwrapping one for herself. Breathe in, breathe out!

"Ah!" Miranda started, as Dominic spoke to her again. Kaika's little...fright had unsettled her. "Sorry... Quidditch? OOooooh yeeeees!" she swallowed the chocolate and grinned "I just hope I make the team again, it would be awfully boring to watch the games." she snorted. She'd be devastated if she wasn't on the house team, but glad if her friends did. Miranda would absolutely be cheering for the others, ofcourse.

"How about you?" she asked the Head boy, watching him intently for his reaction, about to take a sip from her goblet. The thought of playing for one last term almost made her want to hug Dominic and scream Don't leaaaaave!

But. She wasn't going to.
Ofcourse not! DeniAAAaaaalllllllll!

Antonio chuckled softly. He could remember back to the food fights in his days as a student and knew how Jake must feel. "All right, I'll take your word for it," he said, forcing a warning expression on his face. It was hard because it was pretty amusing.

"That sound's interesting" Tavelon said. "So they're muggle chocolates, then? Actually, I just tried muggle candy for my first time on the train, a friend brought some. It's good stuff." Truth be told, Tavelon was a little unsure why muggles liked the stuff: Wizard candy always tasted richer somehow. But some of it was rather good, and Tavelon didn't want to be rude.
"My Dad has a company that he contracts with the Ministry. They collect magical substances and such from plants, animals, etc. They contract with them to keep them under control, too. You know, they deal with dragons and stuff like that occasionally." He hoped he wasn't going on too much.

"My mum on the other hand owned an apothecary. She did a lot with potions. Now of course she only does it part time, but since I'm at school she'll probably do it a little more."

"Sorry to hear you didn't know your parents."

"So your parents were Wizards" Tavelon said, stressing the word 'wizards' as if daring Arrick to say the word 'odd'. "Don't worry" he continued "It's probably really hard to adjust, but wizards aren't that bad. I couldn't imagine having to adjust to being a muggle. So what did your foster parents do?"

Alexis was looking around. Everyone seemed to be older than her, or already have their own little groups. She didn't know anybody at all. She saw another girl, who looked to be the same age as her and was sitting alone. Slowly, she walked over. "Hi, I'm Alexis," she greeted, "is it your first year too?" She sat down beside the girl, hoping she would reply. Friends would be nice, Alexis thought to herself.

The world 'wizard' brought to mind a tall, ancient old man with a beard as long as a carpet. But that wasn't as silly as the images the word 'Muggle' brought to mind. Either way, as long as people were going to use the word 'muggle', he was going to use the word 'odd'. Eye for an eye. He scowled a little in annoyance.

"Dad works in a steel factory and mom's a pharmacist." Nothing as interesting as running a chocolate shop or chasing dragons.

Diana looked around at the sound of a pleasant voice and found a boy of her age.She smiled and said,"err...Hi,Tavelon.Yeah,I'm a First Year.My name is Diana Linton.Nice to meet you." She held out a hand and smiled nervously.

Kazimeriz turned to Maximus. "I think that gives them the proper finish, do you agree?" He smiled and turned, taking the orator's position at the podium.

The wings of the great owl spread open, signaling that the Deputy Headmaster was about to speak. He raised his wand, lowering the lights in the hall except for on the dais. The stage was set, and the ancient showman raised his arms dramatically.


"YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE! Before we call the feast to a close, we have a bit of special entertainment for you tonight. Third years Hufflepuff Willie Crocker and his co-hort, Slytherin Cameron Karsten, have behaved most reprehensibly tonight. They have disrupted the feast and impacted the first impression of this school for our many new students. We want you all to be aware that this sort of selfish behavior is intolerable at Hogwarts."

"In fact, so ashamed are these two boys of their foolish actions, that they will be performing an improvised song and dance routine to win your forgiveness. If you feel their performance is worthy of your forgiveness, you need merely applaud or cheer for them. If not, you may show your very vocal disapproval. Their future-- no, their very fate is in your hands."

With that, he raised his wand and strains of the muggle song I'm Sorry started to play through the hall.

"It's showtime, folks!" Kazimeriz said, turning and smirking at the boys.

"You're on."

As an afterthought, he transfigured their shoes into tap shoes to give their 'act' a bit of extra pizazz.

He stepped back, standing by Max.

"That's cool" Tavelon said "What's a pharmacist?"

"Pleasure to meet you" Tavelon said. "So are you enjoying Hogwarts so far? I'm finding it.... interesting."

"'S someone you go to so you can get medicine when you're sick," Arrick explained, raising an eyebrow. "You go to a doctor, and they tell you what you're sick with and what stuff you need to get better. Pharmacists keep all the stuff, so you have to go to one to get it."

Ernt they got doctors and pharmacists in the 'magic' world? He wondered to himself. They had nurses, so why not doctors? Or did proper magic people never get sick?

"Wait" Tavelon said, a bit puzzled. "You mean they're like muggle healers? Or sort of like Apothecaries?" Tavelon was a bit confused, but still trying to draw the parallel. It was interesting finding out how muggles went about doing things.

Miles looked at Theo and laughed, "It was sarcasm mate...lighten up." Geez what was with this guy. As he turned down the chocolate Miles shrugged, "Well your loss that just means more for..." He trailed off as he saw Fia's hand sneaking toward his chocolate, "Oi! What're you doing? No one said you could have any," he teased but didn't stop her.

He looked around the table a bit feeling not at in the least bit self conscious about the girl hat he was sporting on his not so girly head...well that was until he heard Fia and then felt Fia..as she punched his arm. Feigning shock he pretended to rub his arm in pain when he smirked, "That all you got?" Looking around he sighed until he heard a professor speak and his attention turned toward the front, "Oh this should be good..." he said quietly to Fia as he pointed to the front.

Truthfully Dominic never really considered that their Headmaster might be a werewolf now too. But it would make sense if he was or at least had some werewolf tendencies, considering he had to depart early from the feast . . . on the eve of a full moon.

"Um... I guess? I'm not really sure what the full details on the werewolf status of the Headmaster are." Dom shrugged, as he glanced towards the Dias in anticipation of Willie Crocker and Cameron Karsten's little improv song and dance.

Happen a lot? Dangerous stuff? Well let's see . . . first term he was here wasn't too dangerous. Just a chase around the school for a treasure that they already had to begin with. Fifth year, well not dangerous really for them. Just one student dead. And last year, well, werewolves and flooding. Not too dangerous either.

"Nothing dangerous, Arrick. But merely the incidences that occur at Hogwarts do keep one on their toes. Though if you're vigilant than you've got nothing to fear."


Dominic looked up at another young boy who apparently was an observant one. Mused slightly by his question, he then figured him to be another new student and just nodded. "Yes, young lad. I am indeed the Head Boy for this term. And evidently, one of your house Prefects as well." Dom informed him casually.

Well there goes one addition to the Hufflepuff team, but ooh! A supporter was nice. "No worries, we do like our fans as well," Dom nodded at her. "Because cheers and screams are good moral support." And encouragement helped one to win... Hopefully. Usually.

Dominic nodded at her in return; true, Hufflepuffs were pretty nice, even if he didn't really consider himself friends with many, it didn't stop him from noting whether people were nice or not. He was still aware of that. But then, the first year's question through him off guard a bit. How was he meant to respond to THAT? It wasn't like he knew what was going on inside Tammy Wood's head. "Um.. she's just nervous, i think. She'll be okay." Dom bit his lower lip hesitantly on that as he glanced over briefly at his co-prefect.

Blinking at her scowling, Dominic could tell Tammy really didn't like that suggestion of using her shortness to her advantage. But he was sure, even at four nine, there was still a way. There had to be. Except before he could offer any other ignorant remarks (because other than when he was maybe ten years old he didn't remember ever being that short and at that age, everyone was that small so it didn't matter much), she was leaving.

Something about looking for a cousin.

"Um, okies. Catch you later than... Bye Tammy." Dom nodded off towards her, watching her momentarily leave towards the Slytherin table before turning back to those around him.


Oh goood!! Miranda was still going to try out for quidditch. But then, what was this? She honestly thought that HE wouldn't be trying out? Of course he was... what kind of ridiculous question was that? This could be Dominic's last ever chance to play on a team, which happened to be a highlight of his Hogwarts career. Unless of course he went professional - which was still undecided - it may as well be his last ever chance.

Sniffles... but nooo... more reminders that this was it. One year ... no less ... and he'd be officially graduated.

Strong. Be strong. Dominic reminded himself, scolding himself as well.

"Um... what? Sorry... Yesss!! Of course I'll be trying out!!" Dom finally answered, half-smiling and still, most clearly lost in thought.