Flynn strolled his way into the Great Hall, wearing the last uniform of his that was clean, which meant he needed to do laundry when he got home.... or secretly put his laundry in with his sister's and trick her into doing it. Along with his uniform, he was fashioning a pair of black aviators (to look cool as merlin) and his shiny Prefect badge.

What a YEAR it had been.

It had been an eventual one, for sure, between helping Jessa Cambridge steal her book back and NOT GETTING DETENTION to being possessed, which had not been a single ounce of fun. Neither had almost getting detention. Maybe Lucifer had forgotten all about the little mishap? He was getting old and senile after all, right? Or at least old.

He walked down the length of the Slytherin table and sat down, reserving all the seats around him so he didn't get stuck sitting next to a nose-picking larva.

He glanced up at the staff table, mainly looking for Professor Myers, then diverted his attention to the door of the Great Hall. Where was everyone? Why was he early? Oh dear merlin, he was turning into one of THOSE people, and he didn't like it.

Thank Merlin this damn term was ending. She couldn't wait to get the hell out of there and heading to the feast, of course, she was going to make her entrance grand as always. She had worn her heels and had her robes tied so they flapped open to show the rest of her uniform. As she entered the great hall she pushed the double doors open with force so they opened dramatically and she walked through with all the attitude she could muster.

Moving to the Slytherin table she glanced at everyone at the snake table. Who would she sit with, who would she sit with? Seeing Flynn she sat a little down the table but not too far from him. "Hello" She could be polite though she wasn't going to get much more than that.

Noble's entrance to the feast was certainly more graceful than the one prior, his navy robes flowing behind him as he swooped down the hall. There was a confidence in his stride, a steely look in his eye. A look that only hardened as he spotted a certain Slytherin Prefect already sat there.

A smirk graced the Potion Professor's lips as he made a pointed detour around practically the entire Snake table. Had he got the boy's attention yet? Noble sure hoped so, and stopped right behind Flynn, pushing his sleeves up and coughing loudly.

"I believe we have some unfinished business, Alec." There was a snarling tone to his voice; he rarely meant anything other than business when it came to his role as a professor, and it was fervently clear that today was no different. This might be the closing feast, but Noble was anything other than ready to relax. There was still a little case of a book stealing attempt on his office to deal with.

If Alec thought he'd gotten away with it, so much the better.

"Stand up. My office. Now."

And maybe he'd be checking the points situation on the way out. Slytherin held the lead at the moment, didn't they?

Flynn had been hoping someone would show up that he knew, but when he had been doing so, he did not mean for it to be HER. Italian-noodled name girl. Ugh. He knew he would (possibly) be seeing this girl often once he moved in with Lunetta, and it was something he was not quite looking forward to. He kept his sunglasses on as he eyed the blonde.... and yes, he still believes that that was not her natural hair color. "Sup?"

and just when he thought his sixth year was over, his eyes landed on Lucifer, who was walking around his table..... towards him? Oh fudge, he was walking towards him.

He did not bothering turning around when the man stopped behind him, and he did not bother taking his sunglasses off. "Lu - Professor," he solemnly greeted the man. "Unfinished business, you say? Well, as you see, I'm about to enjoy a grand feast, so I'd rather stay here."

Noble stood still, his arms folded behind his back. For the briefest moment there was a look of wry amusement on Noble's lips. Even now, Alec hadn't learnt his lesson and just had to have a comeback, the last word. Well, it was time to teach him that actions had consequences...even if they took a while, a whole school year, to bite back. He'd bided his time for this moment, and he intended to make the most of it. "That's funny. I don't remember asking what you wanted to do, Alec."

A smirk settled back on his lips. "And it'd be a terrible shame for nigh on six months of work to just, say, disappear down the drain." He knew Alec would know to what he was referring. The potion simmering in the lab, resembling molten gold, just about ready to be bottled. Oh, and he had another ace up his sleeve. Noble slowly looked along the Snake table now. "Or say...a few hundred emeralds from the House Hourglasses got reallocated elsewhere at this late hour."

Did he have Alec's attention now?

Flynn furrowed his brows at the next string of words that came out of the man's mouth, and he was debating on if he should keep his mouth shut at this point.... then again, this was him. He didn't necessarily have a filter. "You should have," he pointed out. "If you had used your manners, which you have been teaching me to use all year, this conversation may have turned out differently."

........ say what?

His face dropped when the man said that. Let's be real, the thought of all his progress on that potion he had been working on for sixth months got to him more than the thought of losing points. Priorities, eh?

He took his sunglasses off because he wanted that glare to be seen. "Fine," he snarled. He would go, but he was not happy about it.

Slowly, he rose from his seat, stuffing his hands into his pockets once he was up.

Kye entered the Great Hall unable to believe how this year had turned out. Not only had she made it onto her Quidditch team, but they had WON! It had felt like an underdog story, considering the beginning of the season, but they had clearly deserved their victory. She tried to let those thoughts overtake the ones from their day in Dufftown, the nightmare of being possessed (perhaps more than once...), not that she remembered everything apparently, and Professor Stewart... Not that Kye had any real information on the woman, but she had grown quite fond of her this year. She still kept the rainbow eraser in her bag, and she had made the long term project not so terrible. She walked along the Slytherin table and she watched as Flynn began to exit the Great Hall with Professor Noble. Hm... Please don't ruin anything for us, Mr. Prefect. She noticed Zita sitting nearby, not that they had really ever spoken before. Either way, she gave the girl a smile and greeted with a simple "Hey" as she took a seat. Brief flashback of Zita at the beginning of the year snogging whoever it was, and wondering if she would be calming those hormones down any time soon. Hey girl, we could totally do without those dramatics next year, okay? She didn't know the girl well enough to think of anything else to say, so she let out a sigh as her mind went back to other thoughts. UGH. How was the year over?! Her year of not stressing so hard about NEWTs was at an end, and her anxiety was increasing with every minute. She couldn't wait for the feast to begin, if only to distract her from thoughts of how she would possibly balance her time without going INSANE in a few month's time. She had already decided that she would be getting her books earlier this year so she could study... at least when she wasn't camping with the girls! She was

So.. This was it. Oliver's final feast. His final meal in this hall. He couldn't help but think of all the things that had happened to him in this room over the last seven years. It had been happening in almost every room he'd entered this last week, it was a week full of lasts and nostalgia was a pain in the rear.

But he made his way to the Slytherin table and took his seat, hoping Katy wouldn't be far behind. It wouldn't be a final feast without his partner in crime for most of these seven years.

Now it was just time to relax and wait for the food.. food was needed, his stomach would be rumbling soon and no one needed to hear that at all. He was only hours away from being on the train and headed for summer.. and Ollivanders.

Even though weeks had passed since the Dufftown weekend, since the final quidditch matches of this year, Skylar was still feeling all sorts of ......freaking out still. She was freaking out because while she was ECSTATIC to see Slytherin take home both the Quidditch and House Cups (the latter assuming some idiot didn't screw up these last few hours), it all still felt like a daydream. Surreal.

She'd been finalizing her last quill article of the year and then straightening up her dorm, replaying the events of this year. Was it bizarre to think that sixth year felt rather dry compared to her fifth year? Other than quidditch and the play, in which she discovered she played a phenomenal man, oh and Apollo, well, there wasn't much more to this year? Was there?

It was as she was folding the last of her things into her trunk, thinking about the upcoming summer plans, when she realized the time and she quickly through on a casual dress under her robes, affixed her captain badge and raced up to the Great Hall. In time to see Flynn leaving Professor Noble. Uh.......Flynn Kowalski, if you dare screw up the house cup, she would personally see to pummeling him. With her beater's bat. Valko not needed. Which is pretty much what her glare told him, as she passed on the way to finding a seat.

"Hey Kye. How you feeling?" She noted of the roommate sliding next to her. And a nod at you too, Oliver Lupin. "Congrats, Oliver." You know, for surviving seven years of Hogwarts, because given the shenanigans that took place, it definitely was a feat... "What's next on the agenda for you?"

​"So you do listen to me on occasion then," Noble commented, a satisfied air settling about his lips as he caught sight of that glare. "Funny that." Typical Alec, only using information when it suited his needs. He'd bet good money that Alec was feeling pretty smug until the moment his potion came under fire. But as far as Noble was concerned, he'd achieved what he'd needed, and honestly, he didn't care the manner in which it was done. He'd have pulled the Prefect out by the ear if he'd needed to, given the sheer cheek of the boy's play acting earlier in the year.

He set a brisk pace as they headed to the door, aware he only had a limited amount of time to enact his plan without disrupting Regina's speech. "I have a little task for you. Let's call it...a lesson in how poor decisions will come back to bite you."

Patrick scooted into the great hall, dreading that he was going to become a third year. It was terrifying becoming a second year, but it was even more terrifying to become a third year because he wasn’t sure what next year would hold. His friends were leaving, he was going to have to make all new ones.

Skirting to a stop he noticed Professor Nobel and Flynn standing close. He spotted Skylar and decided that was safe territory to jump into. “Skylar! How are you?” he turned a bit to glance at Professor Nobel and Flynn again. He noticed some guy he was sure he had met multiple times and Kye near by, “Hey you two.” he waived slightly hoping that he could just sit and pray Flynn wouldn’t mess anything up.

Considering the hall was filled with green victory, one would assume that Slytherins would be in a good mood that evening. Natalie couldn't speak for her housemates, but honestly... she just wasn't feeling it. She was ready for the term to end, but it felt like a lifetime since it had begun and... a lot had happened that term. A lot had changed. She had changed.

And she had... been in an odd mood for the last part of term. She had slipped on some homework assignments and hadn't put in her best effort, but she couldn't really explain why. She just felt a bit lost. To say the least, she was ready to eat and then go home. She was ready for summer.

Keeping her eyes low after taking in the sight of the green banners, Natalie sat down on the bench and waited for the feast to begin.

Flynn: 1
Lucifer: 0 -1

".......... sometimes." When it benefited him, obviously. If Flynn had not listened, he wouldn't of had that solid comeback.

He noticed Kye, Skylar, and Patrick approach the table. He also noticed that they all fashioned the same look upon their faces, almost giving him the look like he would single handedly make them lose the house cup. He was a terrible person, but he was not THAT terrible. And let's be real, he knew if he was the sole reason for their loss, Skylar and Mayfield would give him hell until graduation...... and he was not about that torture. Skylar already annoyed him on most days, so he did not want to see what her annoyance was like when she was mad at him.

He slowly, VERY slowly, walked behind Lucifer.

"You know what I just remembered?" And he remembered it as soon as the man mentioned giving him a task. Funny how that happened, am I right? He stopped walking and proceeded to say, "Professor Vance said I couldn't leave the feast early today. Something about being a Prefect and how all the larvae could cause trouble if both Prefects weren't here. Her inner eye must of seen trouble." Mhm. "Maybe we could meet up after the feast?" Or he could sneak his potion out of the lab and not see the man until next year....

It had to be done. She knew that, but she didn’t have to like it. Emmalyn slowly approached the Slytherin table, eyes on her target, and cane to a halt just out of arm's reach of Zita. The fourth year was a wild card in her mind and she didn’t want to get too close. There had to be an escape plan in place. She looked up and down the aisle between the tables, making sure a clear path was available before clearing her throat.

“Excuse me, Zita. May I have word with you?” By sheer luck her voice held steady. The fear, panic, anger, and guilt inside her wasn’t echoed in her tone, although her clenched fists and pounding heart said otherwise. All she wanted was Zita’s attention long enough to apologize, then she could escape back to the safety of the Hufflepuff table.

......Cameron was currently regretting going to the Ravenclaw table first. He really could have done without seeing Jessa like...that. It was an image he was going to remember forever. And it was NOT a good one, that was for sure. Hopefully the effects of whatever it was that Jessa had done would wear off soon. Because while he obviously didn't want her to be miserable, he also didn't want her to be fake.

That was the worst way people could be in his opinion.

With his hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, Cam made his way over to the Slytherin house table and slid into a seat next to Nat. "Hey." He glanced at her briefly before looking up at the celebratory decorations in the Great Hall. He did NOT feel like celebrating right now. Not even their victories in both the House AND Quidditch Cup. Honestly, right now he just wanted to eat and get this feast over with.

She was not enjoying this feast at all and just wanted to go. Her sister was the seventh year and that was not a happy thing for her. Who would be the one to fully put up with her next term and tell her everything was alright when the mask couldn't be held to the way it should be? Who would do her potions, though she did say she would send her some, and who would make things better? Lunetta became her crutch this term after everything that went on and she was not okay with that crutch being ripped away by this silly year thing.


Her eyes moved down her own table to find Liam and Cameron, though she wouldn't be going over to them. Maybe she'd go find Maxton and fully thank him for Duffton in her own Zita way. Then her eyes moved to the lion table to see if James was there, not seeing him she moved to the puff table to find Derf, this was becoming exhausting and she just turned to find her best friends when she felt someone behind her and then heard the girl.


Turning she put on her best smile and stood, "Oh Em, I was going to find you to see how it went with Derf, I do hope he let you down easy, first crushes can be so hard." She pouted her lips dramatically. The girl pulled a fast one in the corridor that Z hadn't forgotten, she'd give the girl credit she had potential to be a great minion, but she first had to learn you didn't cross a Valla.

Keep breathing. Slow, deep breaths. Zita stood, no towered, before her. It was amazing how much growth occurred between first and fourth year. The words she said, Derf, crush, let down, all shot straight to her core. Her stomach taking the brunt like a billywig sting, making it feel as if it were floating up into her throat. Gulp. It was all she could do to keep a smile on her face and not cry.

Her eyes darted back to the Hufflepuff table to see if Derf had heard any of what had been said. Focusing her gaze back up to Zita, she not so calmly replied. "It was fine." She took another slow swallow to force the tears, and her stomach, to stay where they were. "I just came over to say that I'm sorry." She look to her feet "I shouldn't have said those things about you." No , she wasn't going to repeat any of it and she really did feel bad for saying what she said. No matter how horrible Zita had been, it didn't excuse her behavior towards the fourth year.

Emmalyn stood her ground, waiting to see if Zita would accept her appology, or if she would sling another volley of hurtful words toward her. Either way, she wasn't going to leave until it was finished.

Zarina was walking to the end of term feast. Man where did the time go? First thing she knew was finding out for the first time being on the Slytherin Quidditch team and playing games. Now she was finishing her fourth year as a snake. As she made it to the table, she noticed familiar faces. She nodded to all of them and made her way to the center of the table. She looked at her empty plate and rubbed her stomach. Man she was starving. She wished the food would hurry up. This girls gotta eat.

No dramatic entrance this time. There was no point to it, since Katy figured if she hadn't managed to squeeze into the memories of her classmates by now, a desperate last ditch effort wouldn't work and would just be pitiful. Instead, she breezed up to the table and dropped into her seat, nudging Lupin over to make room for her. But like a lady. A ladylike elbow to the ribs.

"Lupin. Fancy meeting a boy like you in a place like this. You been prepping what you're going to write in the book? I was thinking a big flourish of a signature, and a 'take that, suckers' to leave the appropriate taste in their mouth. Then again, if I ever have kids who attend here, I don't want to embarrass them. I mean, more than a little therapy can't fix."

"How convenient of her inner eye," Noble remarked, looking less than amused as he turned back to the dallying Alec. "And interesting how you choose to remember your standard Prefect duties right at this very moment, after trying to shirk them all year." He had an office just down the corridor from the Snake common room, and wasn't completely oblivious. "Forgive me if I don't believe you, and rather consider you're trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Again."

He coughed, looking along the table of Snakes. "I'm sure they can live without you for ten minutes. I'm also quite sure that Professor Vance will be more than understanding when I tell her that it's to ensure all your extracurricular hard work didn't go to waste."

And that last bit wasn't a lie. Alec's potion was pretty much done, only requiring the final step to be completed. Noble just had a few less pleasant tasks to be completed first.

”You can’t control that inner eye, y’know?” Flynn’s attention was briefly upon Lucifer when he turned to look at him then he moved it towards the Slytherin table, which was filling up now with his housemates. He proceeded to look at the staff table now, noting that both his Head of House and Myers were present.

The hamster wheel in his head was turning now because he did NOT want to get stuck completing tasks on his last day at school before summer, especially when he had just completed his exams.

..... but his potion........

”Why don’t you go ask her yourself then?” He kept his poker-face on, but he was internally screaming at himself for even asking that. What were the chances of Professor Vance helping him out of this situation? 10%? .05%? Merlin, send help. “I’m sure she’ll understand that I can go get my potion after the feast before I board the train.” Anything to get him out of whatever horrendous task the man had in mind for him to do and still be able to get his hands on that potion he spend forever and a day brewing.

And if this didn’t work - well, he didn’t know what he was going to do, except maybe give up.... or run.... or put on a good dramatic show.

Floating into the Great Hall a rare smile actually could be spotted in Sir Baron's face as he wafted his way over to the Slytherin table on the right. Everywhere he looked he saw the green and silver snake decorations. He was pleased and proud. His house had won both cups this year. A wonderful accomplishment.

The closer he got to the snakes his smile turned into a fouler and fouler grump. Why weren't the students celebrating? Where was the cheering and festive happiness for winning? Not looking where he was going the Baron passed through a handful of students on his way to hover at the head of the table where he blurted out grumpily "Why isn't anyone happy at this table? We won TWO cups isn't that cause for joy?"

"I will," Noble replied, glancing up at the Staff Table. It had filled in somewhat since he'd first arrived in the hall, only serving to show quite how much Alec had resisted. Honestly, he didn't see the point of going to talk to Laurel about anything her inner eye had or hadn't said at this point, however. Clearly Alec had decided that cheeking the Potions Professor was much more important than 10 minutes of relatively straightforward, albeit it unknown, effort.

And that made the next decision easy for him. "Have it your way, you may return to your seat and duties. But you needn't bother to come by to collect your work tomorrow." Without the incantation being performed, it'd be ruined by then anyways. There was a reason the potion was so prized, it was a tricksy little minx. And Noble planned to go a step further to ensure the Prefect didn't get any ideas about stealing it before then.

He turned sharply about face towards the door, his face dark with disappointment as he looked back to Alec. "Such a shame all that effort is going to be tipped down the drain. You could have had it in hand by now, if you hadn't let that attitude of yours get in the way."

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"No." That was the only word that could come out of Flynn Kowalski's mouth when the man said all that. The blood within his veins was boiling now because yes, he had retaliated about having to complete a task for stealing a book MONTHS AGO, but this man was being unreasonable, as per usual. "You have been nothing but a bully since you arrived this term," he continued on. "You have intimidated younger students in class. You took away Jessa's lab." Not that he cared much about Jessa at this point in his life, but the fact still stood. "You are nothing but an unreasonable Professor, and I'm drawing the line here."

He glanced over at the staff table before looking back at Lucifer. "Yes, I helped Jessa steal her bloody book back from you," much emphasis on the word 'you', "but that was months ago. If you want to punish me for helping a fellow Prefect, you should have done it a long time ago." He walked by the man and headed towards the door but stopped. He looked back at the man and added, "You must have something against girls, or Ravenclaws, because you made sure Jessa got punished for that."

He was mad, and he had lost his appetite now.

"Have a bloody good summer, Professor. I will see you next term." Oh yes, he will.

With that, he started towards the door again.