Alyssa entered the tent. 'Pink?? Honestly we should have a house with those colors, especially since Headmistress loves the color and Pink seems to be the trend this term.' Alyssa thought to herself.

She walked up to the buffet table and filled her plate with mini sausages, chicken wings, mashed potatoes and gravy, and two chocolate cauldron cakes. Yes it was a lot of food but hunting for the trophies took a lot of effort and effort burned energy and one had to eat in order to replenish that energy. At least, that's what Alyssa thought.

This whole affair sounded incredibly ridiculous, if you asked November - not that she really fully understood this whole affair. She knew what Edita had told her, which summed up to: IT WASN'T REAL AND NOW THEY'RE HAVING A PARTY AND EVERYTHING IS PINK BUT AT LEAST THERE'S FREE FOOD? and November supposed that was a good enough reason to go along.

She hadn't expected as much pink as she found, though. When Eddie said everything was pink, she clearly meant it. It was radiating! Noe wasn't even fully sure how that was possible!

"Oh. Er. Wow," articulated the first-year. She lifted her brows high into her fringe and regarded Edita with expression of dull amazement - the way you do when you can't believe someone managed to fall on their face for a sixth time in a row. "Ah, well. Food is food, innit?" Food was always the reason - the excuse.

As they entered the tent, she tugged at the collar of her shirt, still vaguely uncomfortable in it, and looked around. The peculiar way the pink light played upon everything made it all look so funny. Making her way towards the buffet line with Edita, she peered at all the food and a frown settled on her face.

"Seems awfully... American, dunnit?" she inquired.

She had to admit to shock at not seeing any pasta salad. Why not go all the way? Shrugging, she grabbed a plate.

"This whole thing is weird," she marveled, loading up a hamburger, and eying it carefully. "Do you think they often make up ridiculous mysteries to be solved for no reason?" Maybe it was because so many students spent all their time with their noses so far in a book they had random names and silly stuff memorized.

Ezra tagged along after Noe and Ed because that's all he did these days, and merely hummed his way from the common room to the grounds and let the girls do all the talking because that's really all they did. He didn't blink once at the tent that wasn't there before, or at the fact that it looked cupid had thrown up inside of it. He'd seen worse. Namely, his little sister's room, a place where someone actually had thrown up in.

"America is a continent," Ezra commented loudly, ignoring the meat and adding mashed potatoes on an empty plate. "You ever been there, November?" He stowed cauldron cakes in his pockets for good measure, and threw some chips atop of the mashed potatoes. It didn't look very tasty when put that way, but what was important was the taste, not the presentation. Ezra looked around, again, for a moment. "Is this a late Valentine's day celebration?" Was he supposed to bring presents? "I don't have any presents for you two. Sorry." Though in some circles - or so Ezra liked to believe - some would agree his presence was the present.

Edita's shock was starting to wane and her fingers wiggled anxiously over the platter of mini sausages, wondering if it was okay to just pluck them up with her fingers and eat them without the use of a plate or utensils. "Food is food until it kills you," remarked Happenstance flatly, seizing a mini sausage and waving it in front of November's face. "Ever heard of food poisoning?"

She offered the sausage to Carver and when he wasn't fast enough on taking it, Edita seized his hand. "Here. Your present," she quipped, turning his palm upward and dropping the lukewarm sausage on it.

Satisfied, Happenstance picked up a plate herself and loaded it with a small mountain of french fries. "I don't know, I thought this was a magical school not a murder mystery school, you know? If I wanted to solve mysteries I'd have just skipped school and gone straight to the police academy. My uncle--well he's not really my uncle but we call him that--anyways, he works there. I'm sure he would have let me like, ride in the back of his cop car and catch all the hobos peeing in the corners."

Kat was here for one, and only ONE reason : food. Even the whole theme colour of the tent wasn't a factor to why she shouldn't be here...

Okay maybe the fact that it was all pink was a bit eye-popping to the blonde. To Bunz though, it wouldn't be the same for her point of view. Pink was the Headmistress' colour. It defined the woman. But it wasn't Kat's so it was kind of disturbing to her eyes. Why did the prefects and captains, who organised these, choose pink? Kat didn't like it, no offense intended.

But then again, food. She didn't something that would activate her appetite so she got some mashed potato and gravy. This would be a good serve of food, yeah? It looked so mouth-watering. Sweet Merlin.

OMNOMNOMNOM~ She'd be needing drinks soon.

Finally resigning to enjoy herself at the tent party, Eliza sauntered over to the food table. Um, mashed potatoes? Yes please! And cauldron cakes? Score! She loaded up her plate, happy to get a belly full of delicious food after all of that castle searching. Plus, eating outside was one of the best things ever. She wasn't sure why, but it just was. She carried her plate over to a very pink table and plopped down. She thought she knew the song that was playing, but it was a little too quiet so she couldn't be sure. I wonder if we can turn it up? This IS a party after all, isn't it? A hey-look-at-you,-you're-so-smart-at-finding-the-things-we-deliberately-"lost"-for-you-to-find party as it were, but still a party. She took a big bite of her potatoes, enjoying the warmth of them after being outside in the cool breeze for so long. Seriously, what IS that song? It's so maddening when it's just soft enough to not know what the heck it is. She looked around, suddenly feeling more energetic than before. Maybe she WAS ready to get into the party mode after all. "Hey, does anyone know how to turn up the music?" A spell maybe? Eh?

November could not say she'd ever heard of anyone dying from food poisoning ever, but she wasn't about to tell this to Eddie. Especially because for once, she caught herself and remembered Eddie grew up with muggles and didn't have stomach calming potions and tonics to ease her ill feelings. Instead, she pulled back away from the sausage, laughing and batting at Eddie. "Fine, fine, but I can't imagine the school might try to give us food poisoning." Maybe. She couldn't imagine the school would let a bunch of students believe a set of trophies had been stolen, either, but there they were!

Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head at Ezra and added a handful of chips to the pile of macaroni and cheese she'd added moments before. Already she was regretting the hamburger choice; she'd much prefer the sausages instead of both, but what was done was done, and she shrugged to herself as she added a couple of those, too. "No. But I've family over there. My dad's family. I never really see them." Lifting her brows, she fixed him with a stare. "Why? Have you?"

Actually, November hadn't done much traveling in her life. A lot of the time, she just spent time at her aunt's tea shop. Aunt Adiola ran it proper while Uncle Monday worked for her. It was a swell set up, if you asked November.

She chuckled quietly over the Valentine's dilemma. Who knew about the pink? Maybe it was an unofficial school color. Practically, November had assumed the school might not have a color so much as an emblem of the four house colors or something, but Ezra's guess was good as any. Reaching over, she added a single crisp to Ezra's hand, to go with the sausage. "There you are. Happy late Valentine's whatever or something."

Glancing around, she managed to find some napkins while Eddie talked - about police? - and passed them to both of her friends, the blinked with curiosity. "What's a police?" she asked, trying to edge down the tone of her curiosity. She took a butterbeer in hand, waiting for her friends to finish. "I've been in a car a couple times before!" she added, her voice colored with excitement.

Minerva walked into the tent and cringed at all the pink.. Well this wasn't the decorations she would pick, but she was ready for some fun. Looking around she didn't see to many people there, but smiled at the familiar faces and found a place to sit and take it all in. She hoped Ethan might come soon and then she saw Alyssa. Smiling, she walked over to her. "Hey Alyssa."

Belle noticed a huge pink tent. Belle preferred it to be a different color but hey it was not her choice. Belle shrugged and when she went into the tent, she noticed smells. Really good smells....smell of food? Belle stomach grumbled. She did not notice she was hungry.

When she got into the tent, she noticed Alyssa and Minnie sitting at a table. Belle smiled, she was glad she could sit with familiar friends. "Hey Minnie and Alyssa, how are you guys doing?"

Christmas walked into the tent and smiled at the pink it wasn't a bad colour and she hoped to make some new friends soon she was still a bit mad to know that the hunt for the trophies was a hoax

Oh yeah, she was TOTALLY late. Somewhere along the way of the end of the hunt she had gotten lost. Her galleons were on the fact that she was just kind of tired and was easily distracted. She was like a small child sometimes and shiny things were her weakness. And food... and Quidditch... and food... and her bat.... and... okay, she had a lot of weaknesses.

THAT WAS BESIDE THE POINT THOUGH. She had finally arrived at the event and she was so thrilled that it had all come together. It was a little pink for her taste, but she knew it was going to be. They had all disgusted her and it had disgusted her in theory and now it did such even MORE in person. Why so much pink? Eek. OH yeah, the Head Mistress. Righto.

Anyway, she walked by all of the ickles and waved as she beelined STRAIGHT for the food. Noms noms? Meet your maker.

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Edita's shock was starting to wane and her fingers wiggled anxiously over the platter of mini sausages, wondering if it was okay to just pluck them up with her fingers and eat them without the use of a plate or utensils. "Food is food until it kills you," remarked Happenstance flatly, seizing a mini sausage and waving it in front of November's face. "Ever heard of food poisoning?"

She offered the sausage to Carver and when he wasn't fast enough on taking it, Edita seized his hand. "Here. Your present," she quipped, turning his palm upward and dropping the lukewarm sausage on it.

Satisfied, Happenstance picked up a plate herself and loaded it with a small mountain of french fries. "I don't know, I thought this was a magical school not a murder mystery school, you know? If I wanted to solve mysteries I'd have just skipped school and gone straight to the police academy. My uncle--well he's not really my uncle but we call him that--anyways, he works there. I'm sure he would have let me like, ride in the back of his cop car and catch all the hobos peeing in the corners."

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November could not say she'd ever heard of anyone dying from food poisoning ever, but she wasn't about to tell this to Eddie. Especially because for once, she caught herself and remembered Eddie grew up with muggles and didn't have stomach calming potions and tonics to ease her ill feelings. Instead, she pulled back away from the sausage, laughing and batting at Eddie. "Fine, fine, but I can't imagine the school might try to give us food poisoning." Maybe. She couldn't imagine the school would let a bunch of students believe a set of trophies had been stolen, either, but there they were!

Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head at Ezra and added a handful of chips to the pile of macaroni and cheese she'd added moments before. Already she was regretting the hamburger choice; she'd much prefer the sausages instead of both, but what was done was done, and she shrugged to herself as she added a couple of those, too. "No. But I've family over there. My dad's family. I never really see them." Lifting her brows, she fixed him with a stare. "Why? Have you?"

Actually, November hadn't done much traveling in her life. A lot of the time, she just spent time at her aunt's tea shop. Aunt Adiola ran it proper while Uncle Monday worked for her. It was a swell set up, if you asked November.

She chuckled quietly over the Valentine's dilemma. Who knew about the pink? Maybe it was an unofficial school color. Practically, November had assumed the school might not have a color so much as an emblem of the four house colors or something, but Ezra's guess was good as any. Reaching over, she added a single crisp to Ezra's hand, to go with the sausage. "There you are. Happy late Valentine's whatever or something."

Glancing around, she managed to find some napkins while Eddie talked - about police? - and passed them to both of her friends, the blinked with curiosity. "What's a police?" she asked, trying to edge down the tone of her curiosity. She took a butterbeer in hand, waiting for her friends to finish. "I've been in a car a couple times before!" she added, her voice colored with excitement.

"Me?" Ezra stared, dumbfounded, at the food his two and only friends ceremoniously dumped on his hand. "Never been outside Britain."

He stared at the food for a little longer.

Then: "Ew." He didn't like meat. "I don't like meat." Ezra momentarily placed his plate of mashed potatoes and fries on the table, and used his now free hand to put the sausage on Edita's plate, and the crisp on November's. "Thanks, though." He tried a winning smile, and more or less succeeded. At the very least, he was pretty sure he didn't look disappointed, which was what he'd been going for. "Gran says it's the thought that counts, 'nyways. Or is it 'what' counts?" Ezra shrugged because he didn't care and because he didn't agree. He liked presents, he didn't like thoughts; you couldn't chase after a thought, or eat a thought, or sleep on a thought. You couldn't even read a thought. Not that Ezra spent a lot of time reading - or any time at all -, but the point still stood.

And the point was that thoughts were useless and presents weren't because presents were nice, and fun, and good for something.

He wiped his sausage-stained hand on the front of his robes, and picked up his plate, again. "D'you say murder school, Ed?" Did someone die? "Are we celebrating someone's death?" That was terribly morbid, and very rude, too, Ezra was certain. He didn't sound particularly offended, though. "I think murders are cool." He rocked on the balls of feet until he realized that hadn't sounded quite right. The first year tried to explain himself, "As long as you're not the one who was murdered, of course. Or the one who did the murdering." Very uncool options, if anyone asked him. One left you, well, dead, and the other landed you in Azkaban. "Solving a murder, though. That could be cool, don't you think?"

It sounded terribly time-consuming, though, so maybe solving murders wasn't his calling. He did, after all, need eight hours of sleep every night plus a couple of hours dedicated to napping during the day. "Are we going to find a table or not?"

She was still in a bad mood when she walked to the tent, but when she saw that the tent was pink she smiled a little. The person who had chosen this tent was not so bad… “Look, Little princess, this tents is just as you pink!” Laughed Sonea and entered the tent with a better mood than before. But when she was inside she stared surprised around her because… Almost everything was pink! And she liked it! She wondered who had made this because the person who had made this whole tent pink had really a good taste!

In a daze she walked further and saw a place to dance, but she had no intention to go there, dancing… That was something she didn’t liked, and besides, she was not good at it, so why would she try it? No, she headed straight to the buffet and looked at what for food there was. She decided tot take a hamburger and gave Little princess a piece of bread to eat, but not too much because she was a little too thick lately.

So it was a joke or a test or someone was in the mood to come up with clues and stuff. Cassia decided to no more be irritated and disappointed. Come to think of it, it wasn't that horrible of an idea. A-not-so-bad prank. Not so awesome but bearable. Like if they practiced more pranks they'd become legit-prank-makers. Though she still didn't know who exactly came up with the idea and helped doing it. Could it be all of the prefects? Or half of them? Well, anyway it turned out that they were all very good actors and actresses. Just like herself though she was a professional in that department. Good to know that about the school's leaders. It'll make her think twice about whatever they say. Mhhm.

But at least there was some kind of a party and food. And a pink tent. The snake smelled a Bunz. Not really smelled but more like sensed. She still sneezed when that thought popped up on her mind. Cupping her mouth with her hands, Cassia entered this pink tent. Lex wasn't going to be amused at all.

Most of the irritation, however, evaporated as the thirteen-year old spotted the food. More importantly the desert. So the trophies hunt wasn't that bad, no?

Swinging her bag as she walked, Cassia looked around her searching for any familiar faces. She surely wasn't going to sit alone. Lex should be on her way anyway. And the other snakes better make an appearance. Though they'd probably be busy with other certain people.

First whom she spotted was Eddie, Cassia smiled and waved at the girl who appeared to be with her friends. She didn't know her friend's names but she was sure she's seen them around the school and at classes. They received smiled too anyway. She was in a good mood.

Glancing at the food, Cassia wondered if she should wait for Lex to eat. The snake's stomach was kinda growling and needed to be filled. Hopefully the lion won't take much to arrive. And where was she anyway? She better not be doing something interesting and fun without Cassia. To busy herself she reached for a handful of French fries. This wasn't eating, the official eating happened when Lex came.

As she devoured the taste of the French fries and tried to not snatch a hamburger, she spotted the little girl the one with the pink rat. Why not have a chat and have fun with lil ones. Cassia approached the girl and grinned keeping her mouth close because she was eating. Though she swallowed eventually and cleared her throat. "Hey, Sonea," Because she knew her name. "I'm Cassia remember me." She should because Cassia was too important to be forgotten. "Who's you little pink friend?" She asked pointing at the rat with two French fries.

Ethan had been thiiiis close to just ditching the search party after getting the last clue in the entrance hall. He was starting to get tired of the running back and forth, into the castle and back onto the grounds over and over. It was feeling an awful lot like a wild goose chase and he was near certain it was some sort of colossal joke with someone laughing as they ran all over Hogwarts. And it turned out to be something similar, though he figured it was meant to be in good fun.

The 17 year old then thought about turning back at that point as well, but he was tired and didn't feel like walking all the way back to the common room at the uppermost part of the tower.. plus there was a promise of food. And when wasn't he hungry? He walked into the tent, shielded his eyes from the brightness and went over to the buffet to load up a plate.

Plate in hand, Ethan walked over to a table with a few familiar faces. "Hey, Belle.. Alyssa," he greeted them, then turned to Minerva and gave her a small smile. "Hi, Min.. mind if I sit here?" Not really waiting for an answer as it was more of a rhetorical question, the boy sat down next to her and took a few bites of mac and cheese. Not bad.. been a while since he had any of that..

Minerva smiled at Belle, "Hey Belle, I'm doing great. I feel like I haven't talked to you forever. I've been so crazy self absorbed lately with my studying, I haven't seen anyone." She took a bite of the food in front of her and then looked back up at Belle, "So what's new with you? What's been going on?" Clueless to all that had been going on around the castle, Minerva looked around the pink tent.

As she looked around the tent her smile grew as Ethan walked in. She watched as he seemed not to notice her at first and just as she was about to say something to him he came over with a plate of food. Hearing him ask if he could sit Minerva looked in a bit of shock, "Of course you can.." but laughed as he wasn't really asking and sat down. Minerva almost jumped on him as she gave him a big hug. "Hey you" she smiled and let go giving him room again to eat. "Hope you haven't missed me to much. I came bringing I'm sorry I haven't been around much gifts.." She pulled her bag close and took out Reese Cups and handed them to him.

Edita had to stare at the supposed Ravenclaw named November Franze for a period of six seconds. She clearly still had ideas that the school had their well being in mind. Definitely not Ravenclaw behavior. Edita rolled her eyes and decided to keep quiet as the conversation changed topics. Instead, she grabbed a hamburger and did her best to mount it at the top of her french fries hill. The conversation was on about America and Eddie tuned them out, this time thinking some chicken wings would be appropriate.

"You don't kn--" Edita began, mildly outraged before stopping herself. She held her heavy plate in front of her and pressed her lips tightly together before dropping her gaze on Ezra's face. "Don't tell you don't know what cops are either and I said MURDER MYSTERY," enthused the lanky girl, slowing down for her last words. "I didn't say this was a murdering school. That's just--that's..." she raised a hand as if to stop the flow of her disconnecting thoughts. Meanwhile, Carver kept talking something about death being cool. Edita yawned before deciding to eat the sausage Ezra had put back in her plate. She opened her mouth to speak as she chewed: "'ats e' rize?"

Alyssa was happily eating the delicious mini sausages when she heard a familiar voice say hello to her. Quickly chewing and swallowing her food, before wiping her mouth with a napkin, Alyssa looked up from her plate and smiled at her friend. "Oh hi Minnie. It's good to see you here. Grab some food. As you can see from the way I'm gulping it all down, it's delicious."Alyssa grinned.

...and she was about to take another bite of the delicious food when Alyssa heard another familiar voice. So putting down her fork she turned to look up and smiled. "Hi Belle. As you can see I'm doing great." Alyssa grinned pointing down at the food in her plate."You guys did an awesome job with the prank you played on us. Some people but not me actually believed that the trophies were stolen. It was nice to be involved in the treasure hunt though." Alyssa told her House Prefect.

Cupcakes were like golden. You know amazing and totally perfectly delicious! Mika was just excited to find them - though she wanted other colors. Pink was just so pink.

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet and reached down and picked up one of the cupcakes. The third year wanted to know what other things there were. Sure she was starting with desert but she wasn't normal. Ravenclaw's were never normal.

She waved to Cassia and glanced around the room for other people she knew. Well she had seen most of them - but lil' miss awkward hadn't introduced herself to the whole school. Maybe she could use the megaphone to play the name game?

C'mon rhyming names was fun right? Mika Fika Bobika...see rhyming was fun!

You know what was really awesome? The fact that the student leaders knew how hungry everyone would be after doing some serious sleuthing. Ella had to give it to them, they'd really thought of everything. Beam! They all deserved hugs, really they did.

The fifteen year old smiled as she made her way into the very large, very pink, very glow-y tent. Fancy Schmancy stuff indeed. Her green eyes scanned the place and then she spotted it, the food. BEAM! That's what she liked to see. The blonde headed straight for it, giving small smiles and waves to those she knew already here. Small talk could wait, yeah? There was foood to be eaten!

Blink.

Was that candy?

Christmas looked about at the students chatting and wished that somebody would talk to her cause she was a bit lonely at times

And she was heeeeere! "Weeeeeee!" Peyton squealed as she got a look around the tent. Was it awesome or was it awesome? Pink...everywhere!

She skipped deeper into the cave until she saw a familiar blonde. "Kat!" She ran toward the older Slytherin and beamed up at her. "Isn't this lovely?" PINK, everywhere! AND it glowed and the food. Eeep!

Peyton grabbed a plate and mounted a hamburger, chicken wings, french fries, and some mac & cheese on it. Her energy levels were low since she had been running up and down and all over Hogwarts looking for the not-so-stolen trophies. It had been fun and she got to stretch her limbs a bit.

Glancing around, she pouted. "There's no milk." She loves milk.

This was a brilliant idea--inspired even. Treasure hunts were fun and she got to pretend to be Vivi. Such a great day this was...such a great day. The prefects were pretty clever, pretending they didn't know anything. Letting them take the lead like they didn't know what was going on. Good people. Good people.

Now that that was said.

WHY THE BLOODY HELL WAS EVERYTHING PINK?????

Merlin! Of all the colours on the spectrum they had to choose the one that made her eye twitch? Idiots, the whole lot of them. Blue was a nice colour, in fact it was the perfect colour for all events. Didn't anyone think to use it instead??? UGH! She was going to need to have a word with whoever got this place set up because this was just inconsiderate! It was madness! A crime against 12 year olds everywhere! It couldn--

Ooo, Cassia!

Cassia and food! Lex hurried over to her and plopped down in the seat next to hers. "I found you--...." She wrinkled her nose a bit. "Were you always wearing that hideous colour?"

Glancing over she noticed one of her teammates sitting alone. Another piece of madness to fill the day! "Hey Christmas!" She said, gesturing for her to come over. "Great job with the trophy hunt...even if it was all bogus stuff." At least they had fun up until she realized they'd dropped pink on every surface of this place.

Christmas smiled and made her way over to where Alexa was sitting with another girl and said "Thanks i enjoyed it even though it was all bogus"