The first Slytherin Altha had noticed to talk was a boy who was clearly older. He'd swiftly greeted the new Slytherins, and whether he was sincere in his greeting or not, Altha was relieved to be at least acknowledged. She briefly looked towards the boy and nodded, as a way to thank him for the greeting.


The next voice Altha turned to was from another Slytherin boy- whose name was Dante, she had learned quickly. Dante was another clearly older student, and Altha rather liked his demeanor; or at least the first glance she'd gotten. He seemed to the point, something Altha could appreciate. Though she thought about introducing herself, she decided against it, and let Dante tend to the students surrounding him, which he clearly already knew. Instead, she gave him the same nod she'd given to the first boy.


Now there was not a student who caught Altha's attention, but a ghost. A ghost she'd completely forgotten about, but knew of because of her older brother; The Bloody Baron. Unsure of whether the Bloody Baron would care at all if she responded, she simply looked at the ghost, absorbing his ghostly presence. When he'd spoken, she let out a quick sort of half-snort, half-giggle.


"Oh," Altha said- caught off guard by a girl who appeared to be a first year as well. She'd been so interested and focused on simply observing the whole table that she hadn't yet engaged in an actual conversation. "Ariadne," she acknowledged the girl's introduction, "I'm Altha. First year, yes." Annnd Altha's social weakness was starting to poke through her once again. Conversations were not a thing Altha was best at. But the fact that Altha needed to start engaging in her new house pushed her to try her best to converse. "So Slytherin... Were you expecting to be sorted here?" she asked, genuinely curious.


And before Altha could wait for Ariadne's response, another voice had picked up. The voice belonged to a blue-eyed girl with freckles, who introduced herself as Dot. The first thing Altha noted was her actual name, Charlotte- she loved it. "Dot, nice to meet you," confidence had now been brought back to Altha's voice. "I love the name Charlotte, by the way," she added hastily. "I'm Altha. What year are you?" Her curiosity had spiked, and she was now conversing with confidence.

While Altha sat at the table, observing everything, her confidence returned back to her. Initially, she'd just been utterly confused by her sorting, but now- she was accepting her new house. A suspicious smile even crept across her face, I just might like it alright here...

Then - out of what seemed like no where - food was being thrown. Shouting was ringing all around her. Altha spun on her seat, trying to figure out what all was going on. She saw a Gryffindor, and a Hufflepuff- prefect, it looked like. It didn't take long for her to figure out what the food throwing was about; food fight.

Completely caught off guard, Altha didn't make any motion for a moment. Then, she started giggling- something not exceedingly common for Altha to do. All she thought during through her giggles was that she'd love for one of the Slytherins food-bullets to hit Graham, her Gryffindor brother, directly in his face.

SPOILER!!: Colt-The Pie Waster, Slide Architect and Wannabe Artist

After having smeared some pie on the little firsties face, well talk about a nice warm welcome to the Slytherin table eh? He was still laughing and trying to draw pictures on her covered face. Well her pie covered face. He saw out of the corner of his eye Mason picking up something but he was too into the task, he felt something....

SPLASH

Right on his face. He coughed at the surprise and he did not expect that. He was impressed. "Well I didn't see that coming..." he said wiping the pie out of his eyes. He licked his lips and said, "Hmmm apple..good choice. My favorite." His face was covered and now he heard thunder rumbling. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and looked up and saw the Professor casting a spell. I guess they were trying to stop the food fight. HAH! Fat Chance.

He welcomed the rain and at least now his face was pie free. I mean his clothes were stained. He took off his robes and now his white shirt was becoming see through. Not his fault. If the girls were looking at his shirt then it was their fault not his. He even saw the food making the floor stained and all wet. He grinned and began to pour sauce on the floor. "Come on Mason help me make a slip and slide..." he grinned.

Text Cut: Ari

Ariadne was more shocked about the hag than she was the food flying around. A blob of ketchup had landed in her hair, and she frowned as she wiped most of it away. That was when she caught the gaze of another young Slytherin. Was this girl going to hit her with something?!

...but she should be helping her defend them against the other houses! Hadn't it been a Gryffindor who'd started this war anyway?!

Thunder crashed from above and lightning flashed across the hall. The teachers were enchanting the ceiling. Most likely trying to stop their epic food-battle.

No way they were going to let teachers stop them.

COLD COLD COLDDDD!!!

Mason dropped the food she was about to throw at Ariadne so suddenly and it splattered over her plate. The rain sloshed over her pie-covered face and ran into her robes. Her hair was soaking and her face was freezing. Her teeth clattered loudly as she wrapped her sodden arms around her small frame.

She stared in disbelief at Colt as he pulled his soaked robes over his head. The white T-Shirt he was wearing underneath could very well not even have been there by the way it was showing his torso. Mason turned a bright shade of scarlet and tried averting her eyes. The girls were all staring at him now. Her throat tightened and she balled her fists.

Why are you so jealous? It's not like he's yours . . . It's not like you fancy him, right?

"What?" she asked and guffawed as Colt poured sauce all over the wet floor, "You want to do what? Are you insane?"

The Baron looked this one over for a second. She seemed like a worthy one to speak to. "My day has been spectacular. Thank you for asking."

Did the boy think the Baron was blind? He may be nearly invisible, but his eyesight still worked. "You will do yourself well to remember the rules about such personal display of affection child." And he wasn't just referring to the hand holding.

This one got a look. "I can not hear the rocks rolling around in your head child. You must speak up when addressing me."

Finally, someone who knew how to address him properly. "My summer was good." He eyed her hand. "As I told your friend here, you too will do yourself well to remember the rules about personal displays of affection."

The Baron floated like the speed of light from his spot only to stop right in front of this one. "HOW DARE YOU COME OVER HERE AND THROW FOOD LIKE THAT! DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO BACK TO YOUR OWN TABLE! WE HAVE NO USE FOR THE LIKES OF YOU OVER HERE!" And people say Slytherin students are the bad ones.

"It would be in your best interest to do as you say you will." The Baron did not for one minute believe a word this child said. He knew that look all too well. He had seen it many times over the years.

Zooming over to this one, the Baron gave him a look. "I would expect better from you Mr. Barrington. Encouraging such behavior is not going to earn you any respect." It might however earn him a detention once Lady Murdoch found out about this.



Hard gaze staring at this one (Colt), the Baron was not amused in the least. "You dare to address me like this after what you have just done! You do not deserve to be called a Slytherin. You are a disgrace to the Noble House of Slytherin! Lady Murdoch will be hearing about this!"

And this one (Mason)!

"You may be new here child but you are held to the same expectations as everyone else here at this table. I'm sure your parents will love hearing how you've started your career here, as will your head of house!" The Baron zoomed through her, but not before giving her a warning. "You will do yourself good NOT to throw anymore food. I will be watching you!"

The Baron floated down the table a little further. "No one is dead child," he replied as he continued to float on by, only to stop and turn around. "You do NOT defend! Do NOT lower yourself to act like those other fools! Do NOT dishonor your house!" Did this child understand or did the Baron need to make himself a little more clear?

Now this was something the Baron could enjoy. Who didn't love a storm like this?

Ignoring the rest that was going on at the table, he quickly floated up to the staff table. Lady Murdoch needed to get down there now. She would get those ingrates under control.

SPOILER!!: Kill Joy- hehe I mean Kill Grey Lady

"It would be in your best interest to do as you say you will." The Baron did not for one minute believe a word this child said. He knew that look all too well. He had seen it many times over the years.

.....

And this one (Mason)!

"You may be new here child but you are held to the same expectations as everyone else here at this table. I'm sure your parents will love hearing how you've started your career here, as will your head of house!" The Baron zoomed through her, but not before giving her a warning. "You will do yourself good NOT to throw anymore food. I will be watching you!"

A chill, deeper than even the biting rain ran up Mason's spine. The Baron had just floated through her as if she was just some measly ornament and then he had the nerve to threatened her.

Well, he doesn't really have any nerves. . . but that was beside the point.

She narrowed her eyes at the floating dung-bag, "My parent's don't give a damn about what I do, so by all means tell them." she gave him a smirk, "Your threats do not sway me. What can you, a dead man, do to me?"

She crossed her arms and laughed, "Going to do me in like you did the Grey Lady?"

After the visit from the Bloody Baron at the staff table, Healer Murdoch wasted no time in getting down to the Slytherin table. There was no way she was going to tolerate any of this nonsense from her students.

It took her no time at all to find the ones she had been warned about. "I don't know who you think you are talking to like that young lady," she exclaimed as she grabbed the girl by the arm. "But around here we treat our house ghosts with respect!"

"As for you," she hissed as she grabbed the arm of older student, "We do NOT throw food around like some cave dwelling creature of the night. You will be finding yourself in detention for the next week right along with your little friend here." They also would not be partaking in the festivities later that night.

"Now I suggest you both start cleaning up this mess you made!"

NOW!

"And you," she said glaring at the young girl, "will apologize to the Bloody Baron for your rude and disrespectful behavior towards him!" That was an order!

If this child learned anything tonight, it was going to be that Cecelia Murdoch did not now, nor would she ever tolerate that sort of behavior. EVER!

Ariadne had just crawled under the house table, when she realized that one of the other girls she'd introduced herself to earlier was talking to her. She peered up at her from underneath the table. "Err, sorry about replying to you from the floor," she said. Awkward. Now she'd always remember this girl as the one she met while crawling under the house table in an attempt to dodge an indoor rainfall.

"Nice to meet you," she continued. She'd reply to the girl's other question, but since it was pouring rain, and the Head of House looked to be making her way over, Ariadne decided to save that for another time. She crawled out from underneath the table just in time to see the Bloody Baron talking to her.

Ouch.

"Sorry...so sorry," she said. She didn't exactly have anything to say to him right now, and due to the current circumstances, she didn't exactly see how light conversation fit right now anyway. At least she'd done her part and made amends.



It was Healer Tillstorm!!! Err...MURDOCH!

Ariadne could barely contain her excitement. Her mom had told her if she made it into Slytherin, this woman would be her Head of House. She wanted so badly to speak up and say hello, but she didn't dare say anything right now. Merlin was she glad she hadn't actually gotten around to throwing any food. The Healer looked REALLY mad.

Ariadne pushed herself up off the floor, brushed a soaking wet piece of hair behind her ear, and gave the Healer her undivided attention.

The Bloody Baron followed Lady Murdoch back down to the Slytherin table. He didn't even have to tell her who the trouble makers were. She just knew. She did seem to miss one though.

"Excuse me Lady Murdoch, but I believe you have missed one," he said looking over at Mr. Barrington. "As I seen it, Mr. Barrington over there was the one who shouted there was a food fight." Just because the boy didn't throw any food didn't mean he was getting away with his participation in the matter. Not if the Baron had any say in it.

Crossing his arms over his bloody chest, the Baron gazed upon the child with the attitude. Oh, she had yet to see what he, a dead man could do to her, but she would find out soon enough. For now though, he believed there was an apology in order.

"Well what are you waiting for girl? I believe your head of house just gave you an order." She needed to apologize to him.

Like this one did.

The Baron did not reply, only looked over at the girl and gave her a nod. Maybe he would talk with her later, but for now, he was still waiting on this other one to apologize.

SPOILER!!: Scariest Woman Alive

After the visit from the Bloody Baron at the staff table, Healer Murdoch wasted no time in getting down to the Slytherin table. There was no way she was going to tolerate any of this nonsense from her students.

It took her no time at all to find the ones she had been warned about. "I don't know who you think you are talking to like that young lady," she exclaimed as she grabbed the girl by the arm. "But around here we treat our house ghosts with respect!"

"As for you," she hissed as she grabbed the arm of older student, "We do NOT throw food around like some cave dwelling creature of the night. You will be finding yourself in detention for the next week right along with your little friend here." They also would not be partaking in the festivities later that night.

"Now I suggest you both start cleaning up this mess you made!"

NOW!

"And you," she said glaring at the young girl, "will apologize to the Bloody Baron for your rude and disrespectful behaviour towards him!" That was an order!

If this child learned anything tonight, it was going to be that Cecelia Murdoch did not now, nor would she ever tolerate that sort of behaviour. EVER

Mason had been laughing with Colt only a second ago. But now she was held in a death grip. Mason would probably have bruises in the morning, well she would if she lived till then. The Head of House looked as if she would like nothing better than to feed Mason to the Acromantula.

"What?!" Mason guffawed at the woman, "Detention? For a week?" Her stomach was churning. This was not the way she had wanted to spend her first day. But why was she and Colt the only ones getting punished? The others whom had thrown food were seemingly getting off scot-free.

"But that's so unfair!" She said and wretched her arm from the woman, "Why are we the only ones getting punished?" She scowled up at the Head of House and crossed her arms defiantly.

Mason looked around at the mess they had made. They were going to have to clean ALL of THIS up? She groaned and turned to Colt, "Looks like we won't be getting out of here before Christmas."

SPOILER!!: #HateGhosts

Crossing his arms over his bloody chest, the Baron gazed upon the child with the attitude. Oh, she had yet to see what he, a dead man could do to her, but she would find out soon enough. For now though, he believed there was an apology in order.

"Well what are you waiting for girl? I believe your head of house just gave you an order." She needed to apologize to him.

She stared at the ghost, "You threaten me, then go and rat us out," she told him with narrowed eyes, "and now you expect an apology? You'll get an apology out of me the day your heart beats again."

Sigh. All he did was yell Food Fight. It was more stating the obvious than anything else. He was channeling his inner ravenclaw. Just look around Bloody Baron. Did you see the gryffindor table and he is a victim. He got hit with food and did not retaliate. Ahem. He got hit by that slytherin Colt and give shrugged. He was done. Dot would have probably cursed him or something if he actually did anything. He was not going to sass the Baron back because that would cause more trouble. See he was learning.

Bloody Tattle Tale was more like it.

"Sorry Healer Murdoch"

Cornelius eagerly awaited for the go when all of a sudden clouds puffed out of nowhere, lighting flashing like camera lights. The boy blinked the dots away as he had STARED directly into the lighting, only to hunch down when freezing drops of water started to hit down on him...on everything...everywhere.

Thank goodness for the bowl. His curls would have straightened and flattened over his head like a mop.

Now his robes were soaked, though. And they clung to his small body, making it uncomfortable to move and funny sounds.

Cornelius could see the professor in the red suit had not died, he had his wand pointed upward, and Cornelius could bet two Galleons he was the one trying to drown them. So he didn't say much afterward as the Bloody Baron passed by. Not until he answered the question Cornelius had directed toward the slow prefects.

They were NOT defending?! BLASPHEMY. It wasn't lowering himself to act like any fools, it was an act of HONOR. Their HONER had been TARNISHED, THROTTLED. Didn't the Bloody Baron SEE that? He was probably so old he didn't even know what honor was anymore. But since he, Cornerlius Orion Baltazar, wasn't stupid, he kept his pretty little mouth shut. Especially since he spotted a put off blonde making her way toward the Slytherin table.

What a TATTLE-TALE that Bloody Baron was! What a baby. An ancient, rickety baby.

Could they have the man with the banjo? He seemed, if not a bit loony, okay.

Green eyes observed as the woman came over, grabbing two of his housemates by the arm; his eyes flickering to her grip. Oh, uh-UH! If anyone held him like that he'd tell his mum and then his mum would charge down here 'cause it should be illegal to do that. No matter how soft the grip. Cornelius would cry wolf, and he knew it.

He took a step--his trousers and shoes making wet squishy sounds--even more certain that he wanted the man with a banjo. Strong authority figures weren't really his thing. 1) Man with a banjo was probably like one of those hobos his parents told him to stay away from. 2) Banjo man was probably one of those people who stay every night around a fire and made s'mores. Cornelius was going with the latter; sounded more fun.

Cornelius shifted again and almost slipped on the wet floor...or was that food? He didn't know.

That was it. He was stripping the moment he entered the common room.

Calrissian had absolutely no idea what had just happened. A second ago, he was pleasantly discussing his hair with Dante and now he was covered in food bits and drrrrrrrrrrrrenched in indoor rain water.

Luckily at some point, he was conscious enough to cover his hair up with his robe hood. This was too hard of mission to have it destroyed by some dumb kid starting a war.

Cal sunk away as the Bloody Baron came back with Healer Murdoch to tear into the kids at fault and his homie, Dante. And now, some firstie was talking back to the Baron. Sucks to be them.

Well, nothing looks appetizing now. It's all sludge.

Henric grinned sheepishly at the bloody baron. "We sure to keep that in mind, uhh..Sir Baron." He didn't say anything more to llia Slytherin's house ghost because it seemed she took care of it well. Henric found the ghost rather unpleasant, he didn't know how llia could put up with it. He waited until the Bloody Baron ghost left. He turned to llia before letting out a small chuckle,"I'll meet you later after the feast, alright?" he winked at her. Prefect duties were calling for him again, the new first years needed to be shown around to their dorms soon. Once he finished completing his obligatory task as a prefect, he would wait for her outside her slytherin common room. He leaned in to give a peck on her cheek,"You'll wait for me, won't you? I really miss you, llia...I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together at the trains...I'll make it up to you, I promise," his voice low so only she could hear him. Henric stayed for a little longer with her before he had to leave and returned to his Hufflepuff house table.

Esme was more than ready for her bed at this point.

First there was the hag, then the rain, and it looked like there had been a food fight as well? Really?

Yeah...she was going to be staying out of THAT. Food was meant to be eaten, not thrown. In her current mood she would be very upset if someone decided to send something flying in her direction.

As she approached the table, she heard the Healer laying down the law. She would say hello to the woman, but she was a little scared to at the moment. What if she turned the anger on to her even if she hadn't done anything wrong? She was honestly a little scared of the woman... And the Baron. she was scared of him too.

She wasn't there to see either of them, however. She wanted to see Hady. "Hello," she said as soon as she spotted her.

As Colt was gonna begin to make the slip and slide, he heard Mason asking him if he was insane. He nodded and then laughed but then he felt a cold chill. He shivered and looked up to see the Bloody Baron. All he said was hello and then he got reprimanded just by throwing food? That seemed a bit harsh don't ya think. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything back. Yeah yeah...he was a bad kid blah blah blah. He shrugged and didn't what else he could do. Who was Professor Murdoch anyways...? Oh right the head of his house. He wasn't a disgrace per say. He was just having fun. That was all.

Now he was scolding his friend? Woah woah easy there. "She was just following my lead..." he said defending his little friend here. But her reaction was priceless. He shut up and tried to hold in his laughter. That was pure gold. She got a high five for that Mason. He reached his hand down under the table and gave her a high five. Then he heard high heels clicking and he knew what was gonna happen. Aaahh this must be Professor Murdoch. Man did she have a presence. No one wanted to cross her and apparently he did.

She was yelling at Mason and now she was yelling at him. He was used to it at Durmstrang but she made his stand there wide eyed. Wait he got detention from throwing food? Come on that is a little harsh. Dante did yell out food fight after all. He was just following protocol. "Professor Murdoch, you should just give me the detention. After all Mason was following my lead. She shouldn't be punished." There he was looking after her.

Now he had to clean up? Eh could be worse. I mean he could be cleaning a toilet for all he cared. "What do I clean this with?" he asked his head of house. He even saw Dante and he shrugged and nodded him an apology. He didn't mean to throw food at him. Well he did but he said, "Sorry mate."

"I am glad to hear that , Sir Baron." Ilia replied to his confirmation of a good summer. She smiled politely to the house ghost, out of respect and to hide her blush of somewhat embarrassment at him calling her out on her PDA. Honestly, she didn't care if they all saw her hug her boy, but she still had to uphold her manners. "Of course Sir Baron, a momentary lapse of discretion." She bowed and curtseyed to him as a proper lady should. She wasn't denying that he was right, but being a sixteen year old girl had gotten the better of her, despite her silver spoon manners being practically ingrained.



After the feast, when they probably should be in bed? Oh and that wink..... That actually sounded delightful. Almost like a secret tryst sort of thing, there went being a perfect lady.....She made sure the Baron was reprimanding other children for actually being bad and blushed as he kissed her cheek. He whispered so lightly that only she could hear and it sent a shiver up her spine. He didn't mean for them to get so little time together and she knew that he would be true to his word. Ilia replied as delicately in turn, possibly even more so. "Always. I'll always wait for you, my dearest." She let their hands linger together , under their robes where no one could see for a moment. She let him go as she knew he needed to, and watched him until he reached his table.

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Only.....now there was things that should have been eaten, being thrown through the air........ Was that mashed potatoes that whizzed past her head!? Her calm, wistful expression quickly shifted to annoyance as she looked for the perpetrator. What in Merlin's big white beard!? Really!? Seriously!? Always the bloody Gryffindors..... Hopefully Candice being there would whip some of those tots into line.....Dante called out food fight and Ilia's face showed that she was completely unamused. She flipped out her wand and shielded herself from the projectile comestibles, attempting to shield any innocent bystanders by her as well. There were kids mouthing off and throwing things everywhere, little girl just said what to her ghost!? What in the heck was going on here!? Now it was raining too!? Why did some children seem to find this amusing!? Utter disbelief described her mental state pretty well. She may not have been a prefect, but she was certainly outraged and very glad that her head of house and ghost had stepped in. This had better not be an indication of how this term was going to be......

Cece looked over to see who the Baron was talking about only to find one of her returning students sitting there. "Thank you Baron." She would deal with Dante in a moment. Right now she had these other two to take care of.



"Oh trust me child, this is as fair as it is going to get for you," Healer Murdoch hissed as she snatched the girl's arm back in her hand. "Try getting away from me like that again and see what happens to you." The girl was lucky the detention was only for one week. "Why are you the only ones getting punished?" Was this child blind, stupid, or both? "Because you two are the only ones from this table that were throwing food, that's why!" Or they were the only ones caught at it.

Little brat say what!

"THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! ONE MORE WORD FROM YOU AND YOU WILL BE ON THE NEXT TRAIN HOME! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Gripping the girl's arm even tighter, evil could be seen coming from Cece's eyes. She was done with this child and her antics. "You have just earned yourself TWO weeks of detention AND a loss of 25 house points!" Now the girl had gone and done it. She made the healer so mad she was taking house points away before they had even earned any.

And then Dante spoke up. "Sorry or not Mr. Barrington," she said as she tried to control her voice. "Because of your actions, two of your new housemates made some very poor decisions." More like downright stupid decisions. "Because of this, you will be staying behind and helping them clean up this mess at the table."

"I really had expected better from you than this." And to think she had considered him as a candidate for prefect. Good thing she decided to go with Hugo instead.



Well now, look at this one here, trying to defend his little friend. Maybe he should be in Hufflepuff. Loyalty and all that jazz. "Following your lead or not, she is her own person who made her own poor decisions. You do not get to decide who gets punished or not. I get to make that call." She did let go of his arm as he stood there since he didn't act a fool like his little friend was acting. "As an older student, new to this school or not, I expect you to set GOOD examples for the younger students." He did know what that meant, right?

Still holding onto the girl's arm, Cece looked at her briefly then turned back to the boy. "You will stay behind and help clean up this table, then tomorrow you will report to detention." It would be up to him if he got just the one week or if he too would be earning himself another week.

She then looked around at the three students. "I suggest all of you get started on cleaning this table now. Oh, and there will be no magic used either. You will be doing this muggle style." She then let go of the girl's arm.

Well, what are you all waiting on? Get to cleaning.

Did he looked good? With these clean robes, shiny badge and perfect hair? Of course he did. Salute your male Prefect, everyone! Just kidding, just be nice not like that second year on the train. He wondered where he was. Hmm.

Hugo wanted to see the new professors and also MYERS ‘cause he was cool and he needed to talk to him. But Dante had more important things to say. So, he gave a quick glance at the staff table and looked back at his friend. “Don’t mention the OWLs” he wasn’t ready, his mind wasn’t ready, his soul wasn’t ready. “Nice, ‘bout what? You’ll have to wait for me ‘cause you know, prefect duties” he shrugged. Meh.

And a new student was talking to him. He smiled and gave a what’s up nod. Hugo wasn’t much of a fan of hand shaking greetings because it was too formal for him so instead he gave him a high five. “Drumstrang? Cool. I wanted to go there but Hogwarts is cool too. You’ll like it” trust him “Colt” he nodded “I’m Hugo”

A firstie bumped next to him. He quickly looked who was it. Perfect greeting, little kid, you know the drill. “Yeah I am. I’m Hugo” the next things he said made him laugh. “You know how to flirt?” ‘cause he was in the presence of Mister Dante “The Flirt” Barrington.

Then the Bloody Baron appeared. Hugo nodded at him. Of course he was behaving, he had to, right? Thank you, shiny badge.

Then, the speech began and that meant that food was coming soon. Soo…there were a lot of new professors this term, he was missing Dakest, there were lots of questions he still needed to ask him. And who was that…woman? She was the hag, right? From the train ride. He heard she was telling predictions and he did NOT needed those in his life. No, thank you. But it seemed she was their new Divination professor. Err..well, not really looking forward to going to that class. Hugo was listening to the speech when out of nowhere Dot tapped his head. What was she doing? He grabbed a piece of hair from his right side and his dirty blond hair was now red.

WHAT THE…?

He took a goblet and saw his reflection. He was a GINGER. He looked like Dot!! Hugo turned his face towards her “DOT! Why did you do this?” she needed to fix it.

He couldn’t do much because someone threw food at him. It wasn’t a bunch of food but it did hit him on his right side. He turned around to see WHO dared to throw him food. AHA! It was that boy from the train. He gave him a glare and cleaned his robes.There goes his clean robes and perfect hair. And as much as he would have LOVED to throw food at the second year, he had to behave. This badge was his karma. HE KNEW IT. Okay, breathe Hugo, breathe.

He heard Dante’s comment, but before he could say anything, he saw that food hit him too. Hehe. He laughed. But yeah, Hugo expected him to encourage everyone to throw food. Hugo should stop him, right? Hmm…no. Dot should do it because she turned his hair red for some unknown reason. Deal with it, Wojack.

Everyone was going crazy. It was cool though. Just give it time to Murdoch to show up. Hugo quickly looked at Cornelius "NO!" so many things happening "Stay there, don’t do anything” For Merlin’s sake. This is NOT what he signed up for.

And then rain happened. Okay. He just wanted to laugh because this was insane. What a great way to start his fifth year. Murdoch finally appeared, he felt relieved. Now everyone will calm down. He saw her talking to Dante and made a suggestion “I can stay and clean too Professor” ‘cause he supported his mate. Yup.

as the table and the Great Hall getting much crowded, the Bloody Baron came to Slytherin's table
"Good evening Baron, how are you?" He nodded his head and smile to the Baron as he greet him. new term just started and he felt that the Baron wasn't to amused with it. so He decided not to speak up much to the Baron, unless the Baron himself asked him.

"Hi Ariadne, please to meet you too" "no, i'm not, i am in third year, but dont count on me if you need to asked anything, i'm not really well blend, sorry" he said it with doubt..

Raven stare to her a little while and decided to offer her if she need a hand "but.. but.. just in case if you need something, let me know, maybe if i'm able to help, i will!" he smiled to the girl and hope Ariadne didn't disappointed.


not so long after he's watch Ariadne turned her back to her new friend, Grace, a sudden yell, makes him surprise.. he's uphold his back and straighten his body.. something thrawn got into his hair..

a food fight? ouh great... are we going to lose points on our early new term? not to mention the Bloody Baron's anger over this.. he sighed and watch to what will happen next..no matter how bad the food fight is, he doesn't have any intentions to join.
he started to clean his hair from food that was thrown.. its stick on his head.. he groped it and smelled it.. ... hmmmh smell nice he licked it and taste it not bad...

SPOILER!!: Terrifying HoH

"Oh trust me child, this is as fair as it is going to get for you," Healer Murdoch hissed as she snatched the girl's arm back in her hand. "Try getting away from me like that again and see what happens to you." The girl was lucky the detention was only for one week. "Why are you the only ones getting punished?" Was this child blind, stupid, or both? "Because you two are the only ones from this table that were throwing food, that's why!" Or they were the only ones caught at it.

Little brat say what!

"THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! ONE MORE WORD FROM YOU AND YOU WILL BE ON THE NEXT TRAIN HOME! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Gripping the girl's arm even tighter, evil could be seen coming from Cece's eyes. She was done with this child and her antics. "You have just earned yourself TWO weeks of detention AND a loss of 25 house points!" Now the girl had gone and done it. She made the healer so mad she was taking house points away before they had even earned any.

Tears sprung to Mason's eyes as the Head of House snatched her arm again. The harsh words and the vice-grip were too much for her, "I-I'm s-sorry." she choked out and gave a small sob, "I don't want to go back home. Please Miss Murdoch, we were just having f-fun . . ."


Mason nodded her head as the woman yelled that she was going to have two weeks detention. The thing that made her feel the worst was the fact that she had just lost her house 25 points. She hadn't even been here a day and she had already screwed up.

She gave a sniffle and turned towards the Bloody-Baron, "I was out of line and I'm truly very sorry, Sir." she told the ghost, "I never meant any disrespect."

She was going to have to lay low and watch her mouth for a few days it would seem. Or until detention is over. . .

The Head of House had released her arm and had ordered them to start cleaning. Wait, NO MAGIC???!!! They were going to have to clean like MUGGLES???!!! Mason was definitely going to steer-clear of Miss Murdoch, that much was certain.

SPOILER!!: Aww Sweetest Colt

As Colt was gonna begin to make the slip and slide, he heard Mason asking him if he was insane. He nodded and then laughed but then he felt a cold chill. He shivered and looked up to see the Bloody Baron. All he said was hello and then he got reprimanded just by throwing food? That seemed a bit harsh don't ya think. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything back. Yeah yeah...he was a bad kid blah blah blah. He shrugged and didn't what else he could do. Who was Professor Murdoch anyways...? Oh right the head of his house. He wasn't a disgrace per say. He was just having fun. That was all.

Now he was scolding his friend? Woah woah easy there. "She was just following my lead..." he said defending his little friend here. But her reaction was priceless. He shut up and tried to hold in his laughter. That was pure gold. She got a high five for that Mason. He reached his hand down under the table and gave her a high five. Then he heard high heels clicking and he knew what was gonna happen. Aaahh this must be Professor Murdoch. Man did she have a presence. No one wanted to cross her and apparently he did.

She was yelling at Mason and now she was yelling at him. He was used to it at Durmstrang but she made his stand there wide eyed. Wait he got detention from throwing food? Come on that is a little harsh. Dante did yell out food fight after all. He was just following protocol. "Professor Murdoch, you should just give me the detention. After all Mason was following my lead. She shouldn't be punished." There he was looking after her.

"Colt, don't take the fall for me," she told the boy in between sniffles, "I was out of line and I should get detention as well. . ." The words seemed to force themselves out of Mason's throat. She would never in her life have said that the woman was right, but the threat of expulsion had scared Mason more than she cared to admit.

It was sweet that Colt was trying to protect her, but at this point, his protection was only going to get them into more trouble.

SPOILER!!: Join the Party, Dante

And then Dante spoke up. "Sorry or not Mr. Barrington," she said as she tried to control her voice. "Because of your actions, two of your new housemates made some very poor decisions." More like downright stupid decisions. "Because of this, you will be staying behind and helping them clean up this mess at the table."

"I really had expected better from you than this." And to think she had considered him as a candidate for prefect. Good thing she decided to go with Hugo instead.

This boy had been the first to apologize to the Head of House. And yet he was still getting punished. He had been the one to announce the Food Fight, the very announcement that had landed them in the mess they were in.

"Hard luck, mate." she told the boy. Dante, she believed that was his name and his prefect friend, Hugo. The latter whom had also offered to help them clean.

Well then, wasn't this going to be splendid. . .

A pair of sea green eyes scanned the table near her.Jessie tried to ignore the strange sight of some students who didn't join those foods war.

A new student from Gryffindor stood near the Slytherin House Table.And she looks like a lost puppy.


Finally Jessie walked closer to the slytherin table.Jessie found someone she was looking for. Raven.
He was sitting with another girl. First year from slytherin.They seemed to speak with each other so close. Jessie suddenly felt like there was a big hand that squeezes something inside her chest.She does not know why.


Gather her courage, the Gryffindor girl walked closer to Raven.She realized that many pairs of eyes staring at her. Include Dot. Jessie smiled and nodded at her a little.After being right behind Raven, Jessie cleared her throat on purpose.To attract his attention.


"Uhmm... excuse Me." Jessie felt like her knees turned into jelly when once again she made an eye contact with those blue eyes. " I am here...I'm here to apologize for my mistake on the train earlier"


Maybe Jessie could wait for another opportunity to apologize to the other without Slytherin students around them.But it seems like this time Jessie made ​​a mistake serious enough.The last words spoken by Raven before he left her compartement approved that.

Jessie did not want to make enemies.Even before school begins.And the little girl did not want Raven to hate her. Hate her ......

As Raven tried to clean up his messy hair because of the food fight, Jessie suddenly appear behind him, he's turning around his back and watching the girl intense..

actually he's realize the girl is approaching his house table while he was talking to Ariadne, but never thought that she will actually came to his table.. Raven really sure he was seeing a gloomy face on her while he was chatting with other student.. a jealousy? but meh.. maybe not..

while she was walking near to the table, you can see there's a blush upon her cheek, and he can see the whole Slytherin table is watching her ....and him of course, he can even see that his prefect watching him like he was a defendant what is she doing here? he wander..

until he hears the girl speak.. "what?" he get confused, not to mention embarrassed by being watched..

"what are you doing here?" he sound so cynical, he made her bowed her head "and why on earth are you apologizing?" he continues

realize the change on Jessie's facial expression, he soon change his tone..

"not need to apologize, i was treat you bad, i wasn't supposed to say anything that harsh on the Train earlier" there is guilt and regret in Raven tone, as he continue he accomplish his wish before, saying his sorry to Jessie and hoping he will manage to fixed his mistake

"i'm sorry, i really am sorry" He looked closer to Jessie and holding her shoulder "will you forgive me?" he smiled

he see Jessie is also smiling, how relieved to see her smile, its seem there some butterfly in his stomach, he felt so happy, he don't understand why but when he see Jessie smiling for him, it makes him so happy and smile along with it

this would be a great new term for me he smiled and stroke her hair tenderly

Merlin, that kid should learn to stop talking. Can't you see you are only making it worse for yourself and it did with the losing 25 points. But she was at least apologizing now. So he guessed she was learning. Though not like Dante cared about that or when that Colt did apologized. No need to apologize just dont do it again. While in Slytherin these past four years they have won basically nothing. So it was whatever.

"Yes, Ma'am. I will start cleaning the muggle way right now"

No arguing with this woman and she was one hundred percent right. Sigh. He was just having fun. But he guessed he took it too far with the yelling. From now one he would just be a shadow in this school. No trouble from him. Classes, business, friends and not telling anyone what he was doing. Meh, he did not mind cleaning and it was better than detention.

He would take it and you don't have to stay and clean Hugo.

Oh well time to start cleaning

Mmkay. Well, then. The food fight was over, orders to clean up were being given, and Ariadne was still a big mess. She was actually curious if things like this happened all the time, but either way, she was truthfully kind of glad to be a part of it. It would always be one feast to definitely remember--her very first, at that.

The Baron passed by just then and unless Ariadne was mistaken, he gave her a nod of approval. Okay, well, at least he didn't think she was a right idiot anymore. She gave him a small smile before looking away again.

Twenty-five house points?! NOOOO! They hadn't even earned any house points to lose just yet! Ariadne had big plans for Slytherin to earn that house cup this year. She'd heard the Gryffindors had pretty much been the champions for years, and that just couldn't continue. So they were off to a pretty rough start, but that was OKAY. They had this!

But MERLIN that was a lot of points!



So much drama and chaos had ended up happening, that Ariadne had almost forgotten she'd been carrying on casual conversation with other people at the table. She glanced over at the boy she'd been talking to, while a second glob of ketchup dripped from her hair. Lovely. She tried to smile despite everything going on around them. "Oh, it's okay. I'm sure I can manage to find my way around," she commented.

Okayyy, so could they start making their way to the common room now? And could an older student show her a quick cleaning spell, so she didn't drip ketchup and potatoes all down the corridor on her way down to the dungeons?

"That's good Abby, I'm doing incredibly well thanks," Hady replied with a bright grin plastered on her face. Things were good and nothing would dampen her attitude right now. Really nothing at all. Her fifth year here, the best house, a prefect boyfriend. Mhmm things were just awesome.

Pulling her wand from inside her robes she muttered a quiet incantation while waving her wand at the goblet in front of her. Pumpkin juice was alright but coffee was much better. Slipping her wand back where she had previously had it she reached for her goblet of coffee taking a sip. And that's when she heard it. The shout of FOOD FIGHT from none other then one Dante Barrington. Wha- the?! Hady's head wiped around in her fellow snakes direction a slight frown beginning to tug at her lips. He couldn't be serious, could he?

Either it was sheer stupidity on her part or the simple fact that HER head had been turned towards someone else but at that exact moment something SMACKED her right in the side of the face. Whatever it was dripped from her face and onto her robes some had also gotten into her hair. There was a voice that just so happened to go with this incident and she sought out the small girl very quickly. Wiping her face with the back of her hand she soon enough realized it was potatoes. Sorry huh? Right Mason cause that little smirk showed it all, ya know. "Just make sure your hand...'slips' that way next time," she whispered with a slight grin and a gesture of her head away from her person.

No she wasn't angry. In fact she found it just a little bit amusing however she could've done WITHOUT the pie that hit her face just then. SERIOUSLY?! Why the heck were these kids targeting her? With a roll of her eyes she made a reach for her wand and cast a simple 'scourgify' on herself getting rid of the sticky mess. Dropping her voice just a bit and looking at Colt she smirked at him and spoke calmly, "Snakes don't attack their own, ya know." Just a hint there kid. However they may just get the smaller ones back sometime.

There was WAY WAY WAY to much noise and commotion happening. Hady glanced around quickly her eyes finding the ceiling as it grow dark. Lightening was surely happening and that's when she felt the rain. Large wet drops hitting her in face. Letting out a large huff of breath she looked to her food which now sat ruined on her plate. And her cooooofffffffffeeeeeeee! Her wonderful, beautiful hardly touched coffee!!! That had to be the worst part of it all right there. She was going to DRINK THAT!

Not only was she still semi sticky from potatoes and pie, her clothing was completely soaked her hair stuck to her face, her dinner and drink destroyed but someone was talking to her once more. Pushing her wet hair from her face her hazel eyes found the Bloody Baron once more. Hady wanted to answer him she truly did but before she managed he was screaming about food flying around and then he was gone. Only to return with their HEAD OF HOUSE! Oh nooo.... Was it to late to duck and cover? Not that she had done anything but still she could've done something to try to stop it from getting worse only it all happened so quickly.

Hady tried to keep up with what was all happening next. Detentions were handed out as well as a lose of some house points and a few of them had to clean up the muggle way. Chewing her lip she turned her attention to Healer Mordoch. "I can stay and help clean up as well." She didn't mind cleaning really. Hady had grown up mostly in the muggle world learning to do nearly everything their way as well as how things were done the wizarding way. Some cleaning didn't scare her.

After offering to stay and help out her house mates that's when she saw the younger girl and gave her a tiny grin. "Hello Esme, everything alright?" She wasn't hurt or nothing right? It took some guts coming to this table with all the screaming and law being laid down on them just then.

The red table was full of savages. Jaemin was sure of this. At the first hint of flying food, the small boy had immediately ducked under the table; this had happened once at his old school, and Jaemin was not prepared to be put through the trauma of mashed potatoes in his hair again. The small boy had pulled his knees to his chest and nibbled on a roll, the only thing he'd managed to get to eat so far, and merely waited for the professors and prefects to get everything under control.

Until the rain started.

The room was now full of soggy food. Some on plates on the tables, some on the floor, some on students. Soggy, gross, icky, disgusting food. Children were yelling, professors were yelling, ghosts were being mocked, and it was swiftly becoming clear that he did not want to be anywhere near any of this situation. So Jaemin did the only logical thing he could do.

The 11 year old crawled along under the table, mostly uneaten roll hanging out of his mouth, until he reached the end closest to the doors. Then and only then did the boy climb out from under it, and with a very quick look around, headed for the doors as quick as his short little legs could carry him. He'd... wait in the hallway for someone tall and green to walk by, and then follow them to the Slytherin placey place. He was not touching the soggy icky food remains with his little hands. Nope.