Open Y37 Start Of Year Feast!

Ronald was so up his feeling to back at his 2nd year at hogwarts he so amaze what his feels last year to see sorting ceremony new 1st year batch 2052 were happy new Gryffindors in our houses, then Head Master Professor Katherine called Head of House to welcome their new 1st year in their houses after that speach HOH, Professor Katherine discuss that elves is not our slave their also staff to cook to our food, but Ronald know that he so nice to them because their nice also to me and their food is always good and yummy Professor Katherine done to his speach, her flip his hand and the 1st feast for my 2nd year begun, new classes, new lesson and new learnings will be expecting for the this 1st sem year 2052 of his 2nd year.
 
Elara had been thoroughly surprised that she was now a Gryffindor, whatever it was. She would have been surprised no matter what house she was sorted into. Her family had been in all the houses so she wasn't quite sure where her home would end. Thankfully, she enjoyed the color scheme for her new house and proudly sat at the table after she was sorted. She listened to all the speeches, curious as to what actually lived in the forest they weren't allowed to go into which made her want to go in there even more. She noticed one of the boys who she sat with one the train was also sorted into her house and gave him a wave. She tried a little of the food once they were finally allowed to eat and started to converse with the students around her.
 
Lovely.​
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Whilst the students sat chatting to their friends and family, with he Usurper still thinking she reigned supreme - despite Vex actually still be rather terrified of her - he knew that his moment had come. A false sense of security only made things more interesting for the non-being and all of this was terribly exciting for him.​
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From his perch in the corner of a room, sitting idly against of the the roof instalments, he glittered wonderfully in place, allowing his presence to be seen before he dived off the perch mount and dipped into the nearest table. Food did not stay long on plates as everything went flying. There was something to be said of the peels of laughter that came from the enlightened poltergeist and he ended flipped back around and sauntered idly over to the next table, picking up a sliver of mashed potatoes and aiming them to the next table. Though his go to instrument of idle annoyance was slime, he needed to perfect the mixture once again before daring to allow it to see the light of day - or in this case, the light of the Great Hall - and without a Pendleton to use it on, he had to resort to other less satisfying measures.​
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For the Usurpers bit, the happy, dancing poltergeist turned and batted an apple towards the highest table. He had not aimed it in any particular direction, but as food fights went, this was one of his favourites.​
 
“NOPE,” Tilly blurted loudly as food started flying. “Not today!” Fully prepared for disaster, she wedged her large body under the house table, guarding her half-full plate of food. She was going to finish her dinner no matter what. As she attacked her chicken, she hoped that the house-elves would band together this year and make short work of the poltergeist.
 
Michael had been somewhat quietly been enjoying his food (well, at least he wasn't being too disruptive) when he saw food start to fly. He turned quickly around to be hit fully in the face with some mashed potatoes. He licked his lips a little as he wiped his eyes and laugh. "FOOD FIGHT!" he yelled, prepared to aim at whoever was nearby with some cake. He didn't start this, as was evident by his now pale garlicy face mask, but he wasn't going to deny the opportunity to participate. He took the cake and flung it towards a nearby Gryffindor, throwing his arms up in the air and whooping.
 
If only this year would have been peaceful, but it seemed as though the Slytherin Head of House was being optimistic. Kalif was sipping his tea as he kept an eye on the poltergeist, before food sprayed everywhere when it went under one of the tables. Then, it even batted an apple toward the staff table. And, it was heading right toward him. Professor Styx reached out his gloved hand and caught it. He set the apple down on the table once more, and started to sip his tea once more.​
 
While cutting into her roast and vegetables, Lydia was not expecting a projectile. She jumped in her seat as Kalif caught a flying apple. He made it look as easy as a professional baseball player. Athletic was not one of the first words that would come to mind when a person looked at @Professor Kalif Styx. Lydia was slightly impressed. She set down her fork and knife as she watched the chaos unfold.

“No way to banish a poltergeist,” Lydia muttered to herself. She’d read that in a textbook, long ago. Unfortunate, really. She watched @Vex with narrowed eyes. The professor was still fairly new, and she didn’t want to do anything out of line, so she waited. She could think of a handful of jinxes that might set him straight- for a few moments.
 
He had barely even filled his plate with food when Vex decided to make an appearance. At least it wasn't slime this time, but that didn't stop the food from flying across the room once again and Flynn could only sigh. He really wasn't in the mood for this, the stark opposite to the previous year where he had technically started the food fight. "I'm just going to eat in the common room," he eventually muttered, picking up his plate before the contents were sent everywhere, grabbing a second plate to use as a shield against any incoming food as he stood up and tried to make a quick exit before he got covered in food.
 
Eoin couldn't help but frown a little as an older girl explained what house-elves were. Little helpers. It made them sound like the elves which were supposed to make Christmas presents and help Santa, which was absolutely ridiculous to think about. Even more so was when a ghost decided to appear as well. magically appearing food, elves, and ghosts. This was just all too much to handle right now and he was simply becoming more and more convinced that everyone at Hogwarts was stark raving mad. And even more certain that he didn't belong here and was much better off going home where things were nice and normal. A thought which was only cemented in his brain when food started flying. Something uncomfortably soft smacked into the back of his head, hesitantly moving to feel what it was with his fingers, pulling them away with eyes wide, "THERE IS MASHED POTATO IN MY HAIR."
 
Andromeda gasped as somebody’s goblet of cranberry juice flew straight into her lap. She sat frozen few a few seconds, mouth hanging open, cold liquid seeping through her robes. Then she laughed. Plates were flying, corn and potatoes somersaulting through the air, and up in the candle-lit heights of the hall there was a most wonderful cackling sound. Did this happen every evening at Hogwarts? Well, at least it wasn’t going to be dull. Andromeda picked up a handful of stuffing, turned to the boy with potato in his hair, and smashed it in for good measure.
 
Of f*cking course.

Now Chrys remembered why he wasn't going to come to the Welcome Feast. He should have stayed all moapy in his dorm. It would have saved him from the mess that was Vex's antics at least. They'd had a good couple of years without the poltergeist around and then it had suddenly made an appearance last year that he had to worry about. It was annoying frankly. He blew a puff of hair to get his hair out of his eyes as he shuffled the food onto his plate and tried to protect it as more food went flying around. Honestly, ridiculous.​
 
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