Vashti tried to keep a straight face as she answered, but it was hard. "Oh no. No, not at all," she answered, though her 'seriousness' was ruined when a giggle escaped her lips towards the end of her reply. What? Giant pigs were, in fact, quite amusing to think about. Really, they were giant pigs - what wasn't funny about a giant pig? Eh, anyway. "That's the point, silly," she said. "That's why I asked. I was wondering if you wanted to help at all because if you do want to help me, then I'd be more inclined to tell you what I want your help with. If you don't, there's no point in me telling you, is there?" It was simple logic in Vashti's mind. Made perfect sense.

AHHH! She was laughing again! Wait... What? Jacob brain stopped working... was that supposed to make sense? His brain was like a slurpy now... all liquidy mush. And it was due to Vashti's illogical logic! "Fine, Fine! I'll Help" he said impatiently... now he was really curious "What was it you needed help with"

The next day, Vindictus purposely took a different path to his office. Just like he predicted, there were students waiting outside his closed door. In fact, there were too many students waiting outside his door. Didn't people realize that a locked door meant that nobody was home and to go away?

Merlin's great warty toe! They were blocking the door. He mumbled a colorful oath under his breath and was greatful for the tall shrubbery blocking him from their view.

Back window it is.

Carefully and quietly so that no one could hear him, Vindictus opened the back window of his office with his wand. He glanced around to make sure no one saw him. Phew!

The coast was clear. He reached up with both hands and pulled himself up so that his shoulders were level with the windowsill. His feet moved about as they tried to get traction on the uneven stone wall. With all of his might, he pushed with his feet and hands, and his body went halfway across the sill. Just his rear and legs were sticking out of the window. All he needed was something to grab onto. CHAIR! Yes, I'll grab my chair and pull myself through.

However, he momentarily forgot that his chair was on wheels.

KERPLUNK! CRASH! THUD!

Vindictus somehow managed to throw himself across the room and he landed on his back with a very loud thud. The crashing sound was his chair hitting the glass trophy case.

"Uh oh. I think they may have heard that," he winced as he stared up at the ceiling above him. He laid there for a few moments before he slowly pulled himself up into a standing position. "I'm getting too old for this. Guess its time to have a sturdy oak planted outside the window."

He walked over and closed the window. A bit sore, he rolled his chair back over to its usual spot behind his desk. The shattered glass could stay where it was for now.

Walking a bit slower than usual, he walked over to his office door and unlocked it. "Okay, okay. I'm here. What does everyone need?" Vindictus inquired as he stood in the doorway.

Miles looked around as someone asked if he was the Ravenclaw Prefect and he nodded. "Yup I'm of them anyway." Then Jacob was asking about giant pigs and his eyebrow raised sky high. Why would Professor V know anything about giant pigs????? Turning back to the door he was about to knock again figuring he was just hiding from all of these students when he heard a crash. Standing back as the door was opened he looked around oddly, "Ummm are you alright sir?"

"Uh," Vindictus hesitated and ran his fingers through his hair. It was still messy but stylishly messy. However his robes were a bit disheveled. "I'm fine, just fine. I, uh, heard a bunch of voices outside the door and thought I'd investigate, I mean open the door so that everyone could come in."

He still stood there, blocking the doorway.

Jacob looked at the door curiously as lots of loud sounds escaped the office. 'What in the world?' Then Vindictus appeared at the door. That was, uh... weird. Jacob then looked at Miles since the boys 'prefect business' was more important than Vashti's awesome suggestion and Giant Pigs... Pshh. Nothing was more important than giant pigs, NOTHING!... Except stuff, yes, stuff! Very Important stuff!

Vashti was about to inform Jacob of her idea when...something was happening inside the office. o_____O

What in the world had happened in there? It sounded like it could've been painful or dangerous or something. It certainly didn't sound good at least.

"Did something...fall, Professor?" she asked, quite puzzled. Because that was what it sounded like. Something could've broken too. Hopefully it wasn't anything important or expensive or anything like that. Then again, maybe it could be easily mended with magic, so maybe it wasn't too bad.

Miles looked at the office and then back at Vindictus taking in his frazzled state. "Riiiiiight...." He wasn't going to pry any further just like with the giant pigs which he still didn't understand. "I need to talk to you but apparently those two have questions for you and that one..." He pointed to Jacob with a raised eyebrow, "Something about giant pigs????" Wouldn't he be better off going to talk to the groundskeeper or care of magical creatures professor or...someone else? "I dunno," he said with a shrug and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed so as to stop the tapping of his fingers.

He shook his head 'no' at Vashti and quickly made a decision on who would go first. "Prefect trumps flying pigs, so be patient," Vindictus answered and motioned for Miles to follow him inside his office.

Miles had difficulty hiding the smirk that was threatening to appear on his face as Vindictus told him he could go first. Prefect trumps. Yay for him. Following Professor V inside he closed the door with only a slightly apologetic look at the group waiting outside. He really wasn't sorry at all.

Turning back around he cleared his throat, his fingers drumming on his pants yet again and he sat down. "Umm...well I've come to tell you about my... situation. My doctor took me off my meds after what happened last term." He sighed and stilled his fingers by sitting on them. "The only problem being now is that I'm jittery a lot." Except when Fia was there, explain that one. "He said it would go away on it's own but I really want to go for the tournament and win of course." He grinned and moved his hands which had stopped moving. He'd been worse no doubt but would this hinder his chances? And at least someone had to know....

"I get jittery when I drink too much coffee and eat too many sugary sweets. So did you enter your name?" Vindictus asked as he lowered himself into his chair.

Miles' eyes widened as he heard what Vindi said. Sweets...maybe he had a point. Maybe the medicine just made it more pronounced. Something he'd have to try. "Ummm...yes I did," he looked down at his hand and smiled. No wonder he liked Professor V so much, he was a genius. "I really hope I get picked. That'd just be wicked awesome.." He felt much better now that he actually had something he could try to see if it would stop it. "Oh, I almost forgot. JD and Jacob got into a fight last night. I had to break it up. Apparently this no Quidditch thing is getting to people." And he really didn't understand it either. The triwizard Tourny would be soooooooooooo much cooler.

"They WHAT?" Vindictus bellowed. His voice was loud enough to be heard outside. He took two deep breaths and calmed down a little.

"I didn't see JD, but Jacob's standing outside this very office," he fumed. "Watch. This."

He stood up and stormed over to his door. He threw it open to reveal the students who were still waiting to see him. "Jacob. Blunt. Inside. NOW."

Vindictus was pointing to a rickety wooden stool.

"Miles, can you please fetch JD and tell him that the Deputy Headmaster wants to see him immediately? If he doesn't remember who that is, kindly remind him that it's his Head of House. Thank you."

Oh crap. He didn't mean for.... He winced and tried to make himself as small as possible in the chair. Though he had to admit it was kind of cool. Vindi as Deputy Headmaster. He smirked to himself and looked his shoulder as Professor V yelled at Jacob.

Standing up from the chair he was sitting on he nodded and looked sheepishly and apologetically at Jacob. Well it was his job as well but...still.... "Yes sir." Walking through the group of students he headed back to the castle wondering where on earth he was supposed to start first.

****A bit later****

Gulping he knocks quietly on the door, so the professor at least knew they were there. Glancing back at Miles, he takes a deep breath and opens the door. Seeing Jacob already there, he looks worriedly at him and looks up at Professor Vindictus.

"Sir?" he squeaks.

Jacob's mouth fell open. Uh... did he do something wrong?... well except for last night, but vindictus didn't know about that. His mouth dropped even more when he heard, JD's name. How?... But?... What? Jacobs eyes shot towards Miles... He Is Dead!

As he sat there waiting for the man to speak, a small squeek escaped his mouth and a chill rand down his spine... Suddenly JD arrived. This was going to be bad, very very bad.

Miles followed JD from the gardens back to Professor V's office and looked hesitantly at the two boys. He reeeeeeeeeeeeally hadn't meant to get them in trouble. Feeling small he leaned against the door frame and pursed his lips at the look Jacob gave him. Why was he looking at him that way? He's the one who started the bloody fight. Crossing his arms he stared back at Jacob. So there.

He gave Miles a nod when the prefect returned and then he turned to the two Ravenclaw fighters.

"You two. Explain. NOW," demanded Vindictus of the two Ravenclaws. "And don't even attempt to change your stories! I want to hear the truth from both of you!"

Why couldn't Jacob just ask about giant pigs? why did he have to talk about the fight? It was a stupid thing he did, but he wasn't going to do it again. Fine... He'd say it. Jacob took a long breath "IAngryHeFightFloorPunchKickHurtVashtiEllieStopUsM ilesInTakeOutShakeHandsDone" He breath a bit, then realized how stupid that sounded. He took a few deep Breath. "Well I was kinda angry that there was no quidditch, and well it just kept boiling up. I needed to hurt something and JD was the closest. Vashti and Ellie stopped us, then Miles took us out of the common room to talk to us... I'm sorry. It was Stupid and all my fault." He hung his head, not wanting to look at Vindictus

Raising his head to look up from the floor, JD opens his mouth to speak when Jacob blurted everything out really really fast. He didn't even understand that and was famous for talking like that when he was guilty.

Sighing as Jacob restarts and explains what happened, JD turns back to the professor, "Sir, I shouldn'ta let him get te me, honestly. I'm jus' as guilty, I hit him righ' back."

Vindictus leaned back in his chair. "So, you're both telling me that you decided to use your fists to solve the issue of Quidditch being cancelled this term? Ravenclaws use their brains and not their fists to solve problems, but the two of you had better be grateful that Miles showed up - can you imagine the points you'd lose and the hours you'd spend in detention if any of the other professors caught you?"

Stare.

"Why didn't either of you decide to come speak to me about it? Now let's be a bit logical as to why I agreed to cancel Quidditch. Anyone care to guess?"

Miles hiding in the corner of the room trying to make himself invisible, looked at Vindictus and then at the two boys as they spoke about what happened. "Ummm because of the tournament?" he murmured quietly. Made sense to him. He soooooooooooooooooo wanted to be champion. He'd be disappointed if he wasn't picked that was for sure.

Opening his mouth to speak, he's ready to tell him it wasn't just about quidditch but thinks better of it, and closes his mouth. He was a guy and knew what problems girls could be...but then he was also a professor, who was very angry at that moment.

Lowering his head "Yes, sir. Because of the Triwizard Tournament."

Jacob just kept looking at the floor. Blame The Giant Pig!

He just nodded along with the professor. Wait why was Quidditch Cancelled? Jacob had no idea. "Because..." Someone sued the school saying it was too dangerous... Ministry banned it... Moldy Sandwiches... Giant Pigs? this was hard. Then he heard the other two "What they said" yeah that was logical, there was enough going on in the school to have to deal with Quidditch... But Quidditch Is Much More Important!!!!!

"Yes, because of the tournament! Where else do you think the events are going to take place? There is only one secure outside arena on the grounds that contains stands for spectators!"Vindictus exclaimed. "Do you realize how dangerous it is to be flying in close proximity to dragons?"