"Not Yet"

That was way too long of a wait just to get in the Great Hall. Seriously do people get hungry or do they just save the food Cat gives them and eat in their common room. Nigel is guilty of this. It is a long walk. But finally they were in the Great Hall, Disillusioned, and had their disillusioned brooms. All perfect so far. Nigel had bought the enchanted snowball bombs with him liked asked and handed a quarter off the Mo. He took a quarter for himself and left the rest for refueling purposes in a corner. Disillusioned, of course.

"There, Perfect. We are not forgetting anything are we? Brooms, Snowballs, Disillusionment"

Just to be sure.

"Nope. Let's take the 'Claws first, and then move outward. If we can get the trajectory right, they'll think the snowballs are coming from other tables."

Mo mounted his Disillusioned broom and rose a few feet in the air. He really had no clue where Nigel was anymore, so hopefully they could just stick together... as best as possible... and escape without being caught.

He whistled quietly to let Nigel know where he was before taking off for the Ravenclaw table.

It would only be fair if they hit the claws right. They were part of that house after all. The rest of Mo's plan was perfect. Moving House to House. "Alright, Sounds Good. Let's get this party started"

They both kicked off at different times because they did not talk about this part and they could wing it if necessary. Ah, a whistle. There he was. Being disillusioned and trying to find them in the air was hard. But if they could not find eachother. Neither could everyone else. So perfect.

"Now the count of three. One...Two....Three"

Snowballs, away. Bwahaha, look at those claws getting hit with snowballs. It was brilliant. Thank Merlin, they picked lunch time to do this. So people were actually here.

Simon was in a good mood today. A very good mood.

With the majority of his homework completed, the Slytherin decided that he'd go for a walk. He left a note on his bed for his dorm mates, telling them he was in the Great Hall if they wanted to join him. He didn't think that Ethan would as Ethan was snoring quite soundly. He tiptoed out of his dormitory, then left his common room, and headed for the stairs. As he climbed the stairs, he started to hum one of his all-time favourite songs, "Don't You Forget About Me". His father had introduced him to it a long, long time ago when they were driving on the Great Ocean Road. He thought that it was the perfect song for a road trip. It was just so... so empowering. Hearing the song made the Slytherin feel as if he could do anything except Quidditch.

Quietly to himself, he began to sing the song. "Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby," he said as he entered the Great Hall. He saw some other students deep in conversation but Simon didn't care for once. "Tell me your troubles and doubts giving me everything inside and out and love's strange so real in the dark. Think of the tender things that we were working on"

As he walked further into the Great Hall, the Slytherin began to let go of everything for once. He was really good and he was going to do what he wanted to do. Plus, there was no one he knew around him so he didn't care about making a complete goof of himself in front of a complete stranger. He had friends. Enough friends.

His voice was becoming louder and louder until all of a sudden he threw his right hand up into the air (just like those cool kids of the Breakfast Club) and sang, "Don't You Forget About Me. Don't Don't Don't Don't. Don't You Forget About Me!"

Yeah! That felt good.

Zander was on his way to get some food when... Singing? *BLINK* *BLINK* Who was singing that loud tune? The Gryffindor looked around the room curiously trying to scope out the culprit.

WAIT WAS THAT, SIMON!?!

Zander could help, but snigger as the Slytherin started getting more and more into the song. HEHEHE. This was so funny. Awh. He wished that he had a camera or something just so he could record this moment for them history books. This was some good stuff.

Soon enough, before he could stop himself Zander's small snickers turned into a giant burst of laughter!

Someone was laughing at his singing. How dare they! he thought at first but then turned around and was about to tell them off for that. However, when Simon turned around, he saw that it was someone he knew. Oh dear Merlin. It was Zander. Simon's jaw dropped. What? How? He flushed a light salmon colour. Oh dear...

Zander was never ever ever going to let him live it down. Never. Ever. Ever. He melted into a pool of embarrassment. And that, my friend, was the last Hogwarts ever saw of Simon Holden.

Just kidding

He didn't melt into a pool of embarssment because that was physically impossible even with magic (or so Simon thought). He just stood there instead, looking sort of baffled until a thought crossed his mind. Play it cool. Play it cool. Simon had a reputation to keep. So instead of telling his friend off, he put on a brave smile and waved to his friend. "Hey Zander!" he said, making his way over towards his friend. In the walk over to his friend, he realized something. A smirk appeared on his lips. Oh yes. *smirk*

Once near Zander, Simon broke out into a full song with dance moves. The dance moves were kind of awkward so he knew he was making himself look like a complete goof, but only Zander was here to see what was happening. It wasn't as if Agatha was here... That would be bad.

"Don't You Forget About Me! Don't Don't Don't!" he said, playing it up and going all out. He was singing the song for his one audience member and good mate. Hehe. Hiya Zander.

The air outside has certainly made its frosty presence known, seeping through minute cracks in the castle that were previously undiscovered by wind, rain, or creature. The enchanted ceiling has lately reflected this turn of events via constantly dim, gray cloud cover. But there seems to be a difference this evening as the dinner rush begins and a strange, cold dust accumulates on tables, benches, floor, and even heads. Could those be..? Surely not... Are those really SNOWFLAKES?!

It is officially snowing inside Hogwarts.

Reaching the Great Hall, Ethan stood at the threshold and just…processed what he saw. Merlin. He is sick of this winter thing. REALLY sick of this weather. Still eyeing the scene with a disgusted look on his face, the blond boy turned to the nearest wall and treated it with the charm he learned from Professor Fuller.

Drawing a sideways infinity sign, “CAELUM SAEPIO!...stupid freak weather…CAELUM SAEPIO!” Ethan moved further inside the room as he made multiple charms on the walls.

Seeing that he was losing every ounce of patience, Ethan stopped and made his way over to the Slytherin’s table.

Food should solve his foul mood.