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[Sirius Black!]

Sirius noticed that Peter was talking to Remus, but didn't catch what they were saying. The two of them always had soft voices, something that James and Sirius seemed to have been born without. On more than one occassion, the boys literally had conversations from across the room from each other. It amused some, and annoyed a lot. Even those who liked James and Sirius sometimes got annoyed, including when people were legitimately trying to study. Sirius grinned at what James said to him. He had thought that perhaps James had forgotten about the age limit, but when he thought about it, he had to say, "Well, we could have kept the younger ones coming and sent them Peter's way. We all know how the younger ones don't care which one they get."

He grinned, but in the next instant, James was talking about telling Snivellus his intention at the ball. Sirius watched as James strutted over and straddled the seat next to Snape and began talking to him. It was practically the same scene with those two on a regular basis, just with different surroundings. Yes, Sirius helped with the pranking, but when it was practically a battle of wits, it was the two of them. Sirius had a bit of a problem getting a little too angry with Snape, which typically led to him wanting to use more than just hexes at the git.

However, when Sirius saw Snape's mouth upturn into a slimey, pratty grin, he almost felt his stomach literally turn. How in heavens did Lily Evans find his company enjoyable? Even from a distance he was absolutely repulsed, and she was typically in his personal space. Sirius pretend gagged, but he was getting bored. He hated just watching, he wanted to know what was being said, and why on earth it was making Snape look so smug. Sirius hated it beyond belief, it was irritating him to his core. So, without thinking, he turned and grabbed the newly full bowl of mashed potatoes, poured a lick of hot gravy over it, stood up and began walking over to the Slytherin table. As soon as he was close enough for any type of accurate shot, he threw it as hard as he could at the back of Snape's head without him noticing. It was accurate, and the entire thing broke on Snape's head.

"Look, Snivellus, I guess I'm now forcing you to use shampoo on that greasy mane of yours!" Sirius shouted with a triumphant grin and a laugh to boot. He put his hands on his hips as if he had just done the smartest thing in the world.

What Sirius hadn't been expecting on, however, was that the splash of potatoes hitting some of the others at the Slytherin table, including his cousin Narcissa Black and Rita Skeeter. He didn't really care, however, for they were really just as bad as Snape... only cleaner. All he was really aiming for was wiping the smirk of Snape's face. Nothing worse in life than seeing Snivellus happy in any way, shape or form in his life. Lord knows that Snape didn't derserve any joy.

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Notes: Yeah, a bit short, but that's cause I was just trying to write it quickly before my company woke up lol

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[jamespotter]

I'm not Lily's keeper, in the exceedingly unlikely event that she wants to dance with you, who am i to stop her. Of course..she thinks you're an arrogant toerag...but I'm sure that won't factor into your plans at all will it?

Interesting ... not the response he thought he would be getting. He expected some remark like 'her dance card is full' or 'only in your dreams' or even 'over my dead body'. Of course the latter he would love to make happen. He had assumed that Snivelly was taking Evans. They were suppose to be 'close' friends and as far as he knew Evans wasn't hanging about any other boy. He would know that fact for sure since he knew her schedule and patterns so he could show up in those places just to see her. So did this mean that Evans has finally seen Snivelly for the whining, spineless, greasy lying git that he was? Innerly he smiled as a little flicker of hope fluttered in his heart.

With Snivelly out of the way, he could show Evans the true him. Which has been kind of hard to do with this twit hanging about filling her head with lies about him. Then of course his hatred of Snivelly comes out anytime he was near the boy. The snide remarks that Snivelly makes just to taunt him went mostly unheard by Evans. It was mostly his reaction to them that she saw. Though he wasn't all that innocent either, he had to admit. He had started his fair share of the fights too. Exceedingly enjoying hexing the coward too.

Now for the decision, does he continue with is plan to take Logan and then dance once with Lily. Or does he try to talk Lily into going to the dance with him. This was something to think about. He let the 'toerag' comment slide, it wasn't the first time he's heard it, besides he wasn't interested in what Snivelly thought he may know. He had already given James the best news of the day. He was about to rise and leave when Snivelly continued.

oh and Potter ... Just don't try anything. I might accidently let slip to a certain housemate- ... about you and your friends' little night-time jaunts. And I'm sure Lupin's adoring fans want to know how he keeps getting those scratches.

He rose an eyebrow. What in Merlin's name is he on about? The only thing that came to his mind was their three's secret. Of which the next full moon they will reveal to Remus. They had been very, very careful not to be found out. So it couldn't be that. As far as Remus' scratches ... the entire school knew about them, the git was just guessing, trying to get a reaction.

He sighed and feigned a nervous look. "You caught us, I have to admit your inept cleverness shines more each day." He shook his head as if disappointed. "Guess I'll have to come clean ... it's all night Truth or Dare. Rem sucks at the game hence the scratches. But if that doesn't satisfy your large nose why don't you don one or your dresses and show up for the audition, who know perhaps you could win a date with Remus... or at the very least Peter" pauses to grin "wear pink ... it's his favorite color."

He stood up just as out of the corner of his eyes he saw Sirius come into view. He saw the bowl thrown, at the same instant he threw himself away from the Slytherin table, landing onto the backs of several Hufflepuffs. Pushing them into their plates and knocking over a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Look, Snivellus, I guess I'm now forcing you to use shampoo on that greasy mane of yours!

He laughed, loud. "He'd have to buy some shampoo first ... unless someone wants to lend him theirs!"


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Comments: They have not begun accompanying Remus on Full Moons, yet.

[dorcas]

Dorcas stayed sat in her seat, mindlessly nomming on some pizza that she really didn't care for any more, not that she'd cared for it in the first place, she was only really eating because it was sort of necessary for her survival, other wise she'd be up in her dorm, a place she knew she would never have to see Adrian, she'd be able to be alone, study and do all the homework up there. All she'd ever have to do was come down for classes, go to the library for certain books and come down for food. Oh, and Quidditch. She'd fought tooth and nail to get on that team and even suffered a bludger bat to the face thanks to that shitty captain, so there was no way she was giving that up. So she'd see Adrian then, and a couple of lessons a week, but all in all, it didn't seem that bad, she could easily live in her dorm ... but how would she meet guys?! On second thoughts, living in the dorm wasn't a good idea, meeting other guys and making Adrian jealous, now that was a good idea!

Looking about quickly and putting her half eaten slice of pizza back down on the table, Dorcas saw James heading over to the table. She smiled back at him and waved her hand kind of feebly in attempt at a long distance greet. She knew he was probably going to stir up some trouble, but she wasn't that bothered right now, unless he'd start on Adrian for being a twat to the Ravenclaw guy, in which case Dorcas would totally have his back, in fact, Dorcas wondered why she hadn't already cursed Adrian into the next century yet. He was an ill-mannered bastard to her and she should have cursed him ages ago but hadn't yet got around to it for some reason. She didn't care if he threatened to take her off the quidditch team or if he even actually did it (which she thought he never really actually had the balls to do, he just seemed to like to think he was in control, which he wasn't, not with her around, or so she liked to think), she was always just going to curse whomever he found to replace her just before a game ad then play her usual position of beater, lord knew she was better than everyone else ... she wondered what would have happened if she'd applied for another house' team. Could have been a laugh if she'd got it, especially if she got to resort to discrimination because she was from a different house. nah, Dorcas was sure there was something in the rules saying you had to be in that particular house to play for that particular team, then again, you didn't have to be from Montrose to play for the Motnrose Magpies, or Chudly to pay for the Chudly Cannons.

Dorcas was brought back to the real world with a heap of mashed potato flying everywhere, some of which splatted her chest and face. She looked around with a glare to see where it had come from and she noticed the fuss that was happening around Severus. That was who James had obviously decided to torment, to no surprise really, and apparently Sirius had decided to join in. Well, Dorcas was not impressed. She didn't care if Snape was getting picked on, she should have but she didn't, no, she was far more interested in the fact she had mashed potato splashed across her and that it was Sirius' Black's fault.

"BLACK!" She yelled as she stood up and glared at him. "You better get your wand out and clean me up or I will kick your fucking arse and NO I don't mean 'make sexual innuendo's', I mean get this potato off me, and do it now." Usually Dorcas didn't react so badly to something like this, usually she'd laugh and clean herself, but today she just really wasn't in the mood to mess around but she was in the mood to kick someone's arse for something, and Sirius had just provided the perfect reason and opportunity for her to kick his arse. Dorcas knew she didn't look much but she wasn't a good beater by chance, she had a strong arm, a raging temper and a foul mouth to top it all off, though she was fairly clumsy, especially when enraged, so chances were she'd send a spell at Sirius, hit the hot Ravenclaw while she tripped over the bench and broke her nose. Yeah. Real impressive, not.

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[Remus John Lupin]

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Remus gave up pretending to eat and maim his mashed potatoes and just changed to pretending to wait for dessert. His friends were about done sniggering about his disastrous life in the spotlight and that was all well, as he had quite enough of it by now. Now it was just a matter of time, of waiting what (or, well: whom) his friends would turn their attentions to, as they seemed to be on a roll.
He looked up as Peter turned towards him, something that didn't happen often unless James or Sirius were busy together - like they were now - and didn't really pay attention to the boy. "Hey, don't worry too much Rem, they'll die down eventually." He shrugged and nodded a little. "Yeah, I guess. It's just a nuisance, really." Understatement, but oh well. "And you know they're only jealous. James has been chasing the same girl for years and she barely has a kind thing to say to him other than 'get out of my way' which is only kind because she's acknowledging his existence, and Sirius, well, he couldn't have a steady relationship if his life depended on it, it's kind of shallow and sad if you get to thinking about it, but shhsshhh, they'll kick my ass if they hear me saying it." Remus laughed softly. "All too right, I suppose, though I wouldn't think my position should be envied by anyone. Being chased by girls is, I suppose, not bad, but thing is that I'm not - the article just makes it seem that way." He half grinned and then couldn't help but frown at James as he saw him stride over to the Slytherin table. His eye half searched for Lily, hoping she wouldn't see.

He understood that Lily was not interested in his friend at all, he didn't blame her whatsoever, but James was still his friend, so he did hope the redhead didn't catch him harassing her Slytherin friend, or James would be on the wrong side of her temper - again.
Initially, Remus was relieved to see that James was just talking to Snape. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the other boy, as they both seemed less skilled in the social department. Besides, before Remus had befriended his fellow Marauders, back in first year when he'd still tried not to be friends with anyone at all (too afraid they'd find out about him), he had often also been the point of ridicule. Loony Lupin who looked sick all the time and who did nothing but studying. It had stopped the moment when he'd made friends with his dorm mates, but Remus had never forgotten how it felt to be alone between so many people; hence why the thought of losing his friends chilled him to the bone.
Remus froze, however, when he saw Sirius getting a bowl of mashed potatoes and some gravy. He knew that look. "Sirius-" Remus half got up, then sat down again. "Sirius, don't - they're just talking. Leave the boy alone for once," he objected, though not very loudly (as always) and Sirius either didn't hear him or didn't listen. Remus winced as he could swear he could hear the mashed potatoes go 'splat' all the way from the other side of the Hall. Part of him knew he should be deducting points for this, but another part of him was just chewing his lower lip and frowning at his plate.

[Sirius Black!]

Sirius probably should have taken Remus' advice about not actually going and leaving Severus alone just from the look on Dorcas' face, but he still felt triumphant, especially when James joined in with the proper taunting. He could almost feel his confidence swelling just from his best friend's encouragement. He always got that way, too. It didnt matter what the Slytherins thought or said, if he had James egging him on, or got the attention of the rest of the school, it made him feel positively invincible.

"I don't know," Sirius replied to James with a look on his face like he was deep in thought. "They'd have to lend Snivelly probably more than a few bottles to get all that grease out!" Sirius chuckled a bit before adding with on-purpose arrogance and sarcasm, "Maybe I did the wrong thing. What happens if he shampoos and his hair becomes as ... luscious as mine."

Sirius then shook out his black hair and a couple people laughed, but more than anything, many people seemed very worried about what James and Sirius had riled up. Sirius then noticed the look on Dorcas Meadowes' face, along with the potatoes that now covered her face. She began to scream at him, and he couldn't help but laugh hard.

"Now, why would I want to take the potatoes off your face? It's an improvement, if I must say," Sirius said, his voice still full of amusement.

Sirius knew he got himself into quite a bit of trouble here, and knew it ever since the mashed potatoes sprayed everywhere. He refused to show fear, however, and just acted like it was exactly what he had intended to do. Realistically, though, how much more could Slytherins hate him than they already did? It seemed improbable that any more. However, he noticed a Ravenclaw sitting there and cringed in his mind, not meaning to hit him. He wasn't altogether sure that he had actually hit him, but hoped that he didn't. He didn't care if he was hated in Slytherin, but did care if he was hated elsewhere.

Sirius looked back at Peter and Remus automatically to see their reactions. He wasn't sure if Remus was amused, but trying to not look it, or if he was legitimately not amused. Siris knew that Remus could sometimes be a wet blanket, although for the most part, even if he did get annoyed with Remus over it, Remus typically knew when they were crossing the line. He supposed this counted as 'crossing the line' but looked away, not wanting Remus to be right this time. This was just way too much fun to be scolded over. He glanced around the Great Hall, not seeing any Professors anyways.

Word Count: 480
Notes: Yeah, I know, it's short, but I couldn't think of a way to make it longer than this. It got the point across and that's all that matters xD

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Ella had not done much that day. Just the regular stuff, and no quidditch this time. It was raining, and the field had been booked by one of the other house teams, unfortunately. At least Adrian was smart enough to book the pitch when the weather would be nice. Anyhow, she had not completely abandoned her quidditch training. The blonde had tried to increase her strength and endurance by throwing a ball against a wall in the room of requirement for a long time, along with various other physical exercises. It wouldn't be long before Ella gained more weight; not because she was getting fat or anything, but because she would keep gaining muscle.

By now, Ella was completely sore. Every muscle in her body ached, and hitting her knee against one of the house tables in the Great Hall as she walked in didn't really help. She started swearing under her breath, not really caring if anyone heard considering her knee hurt really really badly. She would have fallen down completely, if it hadn't been for some random person that she had grabbed to keep her balance. "Sorry." she muttered to whoever it was, before moving to go toward that Slytherin table.

Ella winced with each and every step, before deciding that it was best to just sit down wherever she was and attempt to heal it before moving on. Or perhaps get some ice, that was what they had done in the muggle school that she had attended. So she sat down at a table that was not the Slytherin one, very well aware that her housemates might start bitching at her for doing so, but whatever. It was obvious that the blonde was a tolerant Slytherin anyways.

"What's for dinner?" Ella asked the person next to her, too focused upon rolling up her jeans to see if there was any visible damage on her right knee to bother trying to figure out who it was that she was sitting next to. Her knee was a bit red, but it wasn't bleeding or anything because she hadn't scraped it. The blonde pushed her long hair aside and started straightening and bending it repeatedly to see if it would make the pain go away. After a few tries and a ton of loud swearing, Ella realized that it was not going to get better all of a sudden. She must have pulled something during her training, and then hitting her knee against the table had just... hurt it more. The hospital wing was where she would have to go, but right now, she was too hungry to focus on the pain. It's not like she wasn't used to it anyways.

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[adrian]

Got a problem, Nott? Adrian just kept glaring back at that fake smile. He could probably let that comment slide, give the him another chance. If Dearborn was going to go back to his own table, that is. Adrian didn't move a muscle; he was just waiting for the guy to make the wise choice and just leave. That way he could finally have the meal he had been looking forward to all day.

Adrian hadn't even bothered to really look to see who it was the Ravenclaw was talking to. That didn't matter to him. All he knew was that the Slytherin table was his territory, and that the pest had made a big mistake by coming anywhere near it. So Tanith began talking, a while went by before Adrian realized she was speaking to him. He looked at her and saw the frown on her face, which was obviously there because of what he had said.

He didn't know this particular Malfoy very well, but, of course, he had noticed her a few times before, and Adrian had never seen her as a person, who would talk back to him. He wasn't sure if he should even bother responding to what she had said; it was such a feeble attempt at sounding brave. Looking her straight in the eyes, he let out a small, mocking laugh. "Was I talking to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why don't you talk when you are able to keep your voice from shaking, okay?"

That was when the idiot decided to sit down. He immediately reached out for some pumpkin juice for himself, acting as if he was right where he belonged, and as if the warning Adrian had just given him did not matter at all. They had known each other for a while now, and Dearborn obviously hadn't learned that no one talked to him like that. Well, it was about time he learned.

The all-too-familiar rage was starting to build up inside of him, and it didn't exactly help when the annoying James Potter and his (pretty much) life-partner, Sirius Black, stood up on their table and began yelling about something Adrian was not interested in at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them move towards the Slytherin table, one of them even sitting down. Adrian knew they were going to start tormenting Severus.

However, now was not the time to deal with irritating, 15 year old Gryffindors. "Wrong choice, Dearborn." He said in a low voice. Just as he had said this he heard a familiar scream, but he didn't move his head to see what was going on; he already knew to whom the voice belonged. She had screamed at him like that too many times for him to be able to forget.

Adrian was quick to pull out his wand and aimed it at the Ravenclaw's pumpkin juice. With one flick, he sent the juice flying at Dearborn's face, which would hopefully distract him from what Adrian was about to do next; Placing his wand in his left hand, he raised his right one, which was balled into a fist. At that moment, he didn't care that the room was probably full of professors. The rage was controlling him as he swung his fist at Dearborn's face...

[severus snape]

Oh so they were denying it were they? Well he would not fall for that. He was a slytherin after all, he knew lies when he saw them and concern for oneself when it entered one's eyes. James Potter might not have been completely involved, and perhaps his useless prefect friend was the only one of the four marauders who was explicitly involved with raising the creature illegally, but they knew. And now they would know that he knew too.

"Just make sure Lupin remembers to clean the fur off his robes. I'd simply hate for people to find out about his little secret." Whatever they were raising, be it manticore [unlikely, he hoped!] or quintaped [he sincerely hoped that it wasn't that either. Even the Mararses weren't that stupid.] he was sure that it was of a violent nature, since Lupin seemed to be unable to defend himself from it. He went back to his coffee, leaving the threat hanging. And he would follow through on it. He didn't care if it meant that they were kicked out and expelled. Well actually he did. he hoped that they would be.

When he saw Potter leap for cover from the corner of his eye he started to turn. But he wasn't fast enough. The sudden impact to the back of his head forced him to inhale his coffee. Apparently, human beings, no matter that they are wizards, cannot breathe coffee and so, he started to choke, coughing violently even as the cruel words from the two gryffindors reached his ears.

He hated the fact that his sudden inability to breath and the smarting pain on the back of his head, caused tears to prick at his eyes. He forced them back down, concentrating on the disgusting feeling of slightly sticky mash and gravy sliding down his neck and into the collar of the jumper.

It seemed the House-elves who had prepared the dinner had thought it wise to make the mashed potatoes slightly sloppy so that they would be effective missiles to fling at other students, but remain liquid enough to be wiped off the walls and tapestries easily.

Raising a hand to the back of his head, where he was sure there would be extensive bruising come tomorrow, he felt the humiliation burning in his cheeks ratchet up several notches as no prefects made any move to take points. He couldn't count on their discriminating headmaster and Slughorn was probabyl too interested in his cottage pie to make any moves towards stopping the conflict. He was certain that the fight would be stopped. But that the professors would take too long in doing so, and that consequently, the gryffindors that had begun the incident would be given an equal punishment to the villified and victimized Slytherins. Typical house politics when a gryffindor was the Headmaster.

The shame, the anger, the pain all started to coil in his stomach as he curled one fist. He was going to take Blacks' head off for this. He shoved the bench backwards, vaulted over it fairly nimbly and slashed his wand at the other [far better looking] black-haired boy, his mind was almost screaming levicorpus before he had even thought of what spell to use. However, this would be perfect. Parade Black about, upside down, using a spell he wouldn't have a clue about. The perfect opportunity to dunk his whole head in the jug of pumpkin juice, or drown him in those damned mashed potatoes.

He wasn't prepared to sit idly by while once again those four gryffindors made him the but t of thier jokes and the laughing stock of the entire school, and so he watched, face pink from humiliation and sheer bloody rage as the spell burst forth from his wand, his hurried aim no less true and the spell had a hell of a lot of force behind it from his desire to finally get one over the Mararses. Even if it was only one of them.

[waldemar]

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Waldemar had never thought much of meal times, either. Actually, nothing remarkable had happened during dinner ever since he'd met Dorcas stuffing her face because she hadn't eaten for about a century.
So, when he strolled into the Great Hall to get something to eat, he didn't think too much of it. He sat down at a random place at the Ravenclaw table and had started nomming like all the other students, not really talking to anyone, as there was no one who was talking to him and he didn't exactly miss dinner conversations. They hardly really spoke during dinner at home, either, so.. It was just the same small talk, as though his parents had been reduced to strangers at the dinner table. 'How's work?' 'Did you do anything interesting today?' Waldemar had once attempted to unleash a debate about current affairs with Dark Wizards in Russia, but no one had really responded to him - they evidently had not liked the subject. Waldemar could imagine why, but his parents had sort of pretended there was no problem until they could no longer ignore it, and then they had made the hasty decision to come to the UK.. If only they'd thought a bit more, and in advance..
He shrugged to himself, ah, who cared anyway. He was fine now, they were fine, and once he had graduated, he was going back to Finland. With that, he wrapped up his meal, not in the mood for a dessert, and got up. Waldemar had prepared to leave, but a scaffolding at the Slytherin table caught his attention. Well, to be precise: Dorcas' voice caught his attention.

"BLACK! You better get your wand out and clean me up or I will kick your fucking arse and NO I don't mean 'make sexual innuendo's', I mean get this potato off me, and do it now."
He couldn't help but laugh to himself a little, though he had to admit she was a little frightening, and walked over a little cautiously. "I must say Dorcas," he said, mildly amused, "every time I meet you here you're covered in food."

[Sirius Black!]

Quite the commotion seemed to be riled up from one little throwing of a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy. It seemed a little ridiculous to Sirius. Did Slytherins not have a sense of humour? He thought about it for only about a quarter of a second. Of course they didn't, they were in Slytherin after all. From the look on Severus' face, he seemed to be in quite the amount of pain. Or really needed to use the washroom. But considering the previous events, he would put his money on the prior.

Severus didn't even say anything, but one second, Sirius was on his feet, and next thing he knew, he felt the world spin. Sirius was hanging by his ankle and didn't even know how he got there, but it didn't take long for him to put two and two together to realize that Snivelly was behind it. He tried to take it in stride, however, for he knew it would be no good for him to get angry, especially since all of his closest friends were in the room, too. They would no doubt help him out and not just let him hang. Going quickly through the spells Sirius knew in his mind, however, he knew that this was not one he was familiar with, or even one that he had ever read about. However, there was a lot of things Sirius hadn't read about because he didn't particularly like to read.

"My, my," Sirius said as he hung upside down to the roar of laughter of the students in the Great Hall. "Your dandruff problem, Snivellus, is far worse than anyone feared.

Sirius mocked horror about his 'discovery' and kept a perfectly straight face. The blood was indeed rushing to his head, and he was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable, but he refused to let it show. Maybe if Snape caused him to hang upside down in a different situation where there was no audience, Sirius would have no doubt let his anger out. His anger was indeed boiling under the surface, but he wanted to keep his audience happy, and pulling a temper tantrum wouldn't keep them amused for long. Instead, he might find himself in Skeetbag's column about the insane who attend Hogwarts. That was definitely something he didn't want, to see happening.

"And Merlin's beard! What's that rather large object protruding from the front of your face?!" Sirius demanded, sounding quite shocked. "Did a chunk of glass hit you there from the bowl I threw at you? No... it can't be, the bowl was blue... not flesh coloured..."

Instead of pointing out the obvious to what it was, he let everyone else stare to try to see what Sirius was talking about. It was clearly Snape's nose, but he didn't bother saying anything further. In fact, all the food from what he just ate was making Sirius feel a bit sick from having his stomach flipped upside down so violently after barely finishing eating. He knew his face couldn't possibly go green after becoming so red from all the blood rushing there, but he almost wished he could. Maybe it would add to the effect of Sirius being disgusted by Snape, after all.

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[dorcas]

Was it so difficult to have a quiet meal? Was it really too much to ask for to be able to eat and not worry about what the hell was going on around? Apparently it seemed so and Dorcas knew that if it wasn't one thing, it would be another. If it wasn't Snape and his all male Gryffindor fan club, or Adrian and his jealousy at a better looking guy all causing a stir, then it would have been other students, one thing was for sure though, whatever else happened, it would definitely have involved a Slytherin or two somewhere along the line, they just seemed inept at staying out of trouble, even when sat silently, doing no harm.

Dorcas glared at Sirius as he laughed, of course, what other kind of reaction could she expect from him? He was a Black through and through, pure blooded and more like his family than he'd ever care to admit, but Dorcas didn't care about that right now, instead she turned to her spot and picked up her napkin and started to wipe the potato off of her face, neck and chest, making sure to get every last piece up while Sirius seemed to have moved onto the new target of Severus, but before Dorcas could finish cleaning herself up or even think of revenge, she heard a familiar voice that made her smile and forget a little bit of the commotion that was going on at her house table.

"Hey Wally-Monster! Good to see you! I hope we didn't disturb your meal. For some reason the stupid frickin' Gryffindor's like to make a scene from time to time." Dorcas' eyes' flicked from Severus, Sirius and James to Adrian punching the Ravenclaw. Dorcas gasped but her attention was soon drawn to Sirius being dangled upside down. Severus had the little brat hanging upside down as if suspended by his ankles. Dorcas couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the crowd in the great hall as Sirius got his just desserts. Sure, there'd be some little Sirius fan girls about as he hung there, weeping there eyes out in distress, but those ridiculous things could go to hell for all she cared.

"And apparently some of us like to cause a bit of a riot too." She sighed, shaking her head a little as she brushed more potato off of herself, looking down her cleavage to make sure she got it all out before wiping her chin and throwing down the napkin, certain she'd got it all off. "I bet you didn't have to put up with this at your old school." She muttered to him. She doubted any school had it's own rivalry that was as bad as Hogwarts, dark, pureblooded slytherin wanting to lay claim to Hogwarts and demolish the other houses and get rid of mud bloods and blood traitors . . . . yeah, like that was going to work out for them, not. Sometimes Dorcas wondered how it was that she was a part of this house.

"So hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Valentine's dance with me. I usually go alone but thought it might be cool to go with a friend this time around. It should be quite a nice evening, and if you want to run off for a dance with a romantic interest, I wont stop you." She grinned, wondering if Wally had found anyone that he was interested in while he was here, Dorcas would absolutely love it if he found himself someone to date, someone that would love to move to Finland with him, or even keep him here. dorcas knew that after school she'd stay in contact with him, and if he was in England, it would be so much easier to meet up from time to time.

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[waldemar]

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Honestly? Waldemar was rather glad to see her cheer up at the sound of his voice. He wouldn't have liked to be on the other end of her temper and he almost (almost!) pitied Black, but then again the boy seemed to be able to fend for himself (that was probably a must when you got yourself into trouble so easily even if you were good-looking).
"Hey Wally-Monster! Good to see you! I hope we didn't disturb your meal. For some reason the stupid frickin' Gryffindor's like to make a scene from time to time." Waldemar laughed a little. "Monster to the rescue, huh? I have a spell that might get all the stains out?" He always used a specific variant of scourgify. It was slightly more powerful, ideal for the grass-and-other-outside-stains he usually acquired, but probably also very effective on fatty things such as gravy. "Maybe they just have an attention problem," he suggested, nodding at Sirius who was currently dangling upside down and still wasn't shutting up.
"I bet you didn't have to put up with this at your old school." "Put up with it?" Waldemar chuckled, mildly amused still. "I was homeschooled before I got here, I have to admit it's rather refreshing, though I can imagine being covered in gravy is less.. pleasant."

He'd been just about to leave as Dorcas spoke to him again. Waldemar expected a 'hey, can you pass me a napkin' or something', but it was quite different.
"So hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Valentine's dance with me. I usually go alone but thought it might be cool to go with a friend this time around. It should be quite a nice evening, and if you want to run off for a dance with a romantic interest, I wont stop you." He smiled, pleasantly surprised. "Oh, no - I mean, I wasn't going with anyone, I'd love to accompany you." Waldemar nodded a little, as if to emphasise it, choosing not to elaborate on romantic interests. He didn't really have on. Not really. Just a crush. A very small one..

[dorcas]

Dorcas smiled at Wally. For the first time since probably her third year, she had a date to a formal sort of event at Hogwarts and it was something she was quite looking forward to attending. She had been planning to go on her own, as she usually did, but this was Wally's first sort of formal thing at Hogwarts and so she wanted to ease him into it and considering they were what she would call friends, she felt obliged to look after him, though she really would quite enjoy it if he were to find a special someone to dance with that wasn't her, she was special in a different way. She was special in the head space.

"Great. I'll meet you at the top of the grand stair case? It tends to get a bit busy at the bottom, lots of people meeting up with their dates and friends. I'll be easier to find at the top. I'll be in a red dress and red mask, you know, so you know what I'm wearing so you can find me better. Sorry!" She apologised, grinning widely. "I'm rambling quite a bit again." She looked back to the Slytherin table at all the commotion and took a deep breath. "Sometimes it's just so tempting to trow something in their faces, you know? If you hadn't started talking to me I probably would have thrown a cake or two, or a punch or four." She laughed and looked back to Wally. "They're a frustrating bunch, I tell ya. They bring out the worst of my temper that's for sure." Dorcas took another deep breath and shook her head, sighing, not even aware she was doing it. "I think I might be tempted to throw a few things if I stick around, but on the other hand I want to see how this works out." Dorcas laughed. "I'm a complicated thing. Think you can catch up with my insanity?" She asked, suddenly regaining her appetite a little so she grabbed a slice of pizza. Huh, what did you know, talking to a couple of tall, dark, handsome guys (Sirius and Wally-Monster) almost did help her get her mind off of Adrian and how he'd stood her up. Almost.

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[jamespotter]

He picked up the pitcher and sat it on the Hufflepuff table, apologizing to the two now wearing their dinner. Turning he was in time to see two things happen at once. Adrian sucker punch Car. And Dorcas's face full of potatoes, screaming at Sirius. He frowned, he hated that lowlife Slytherin and probably would have stepped in at that moment but his attention went to Sirius. He was still mocking Snivelly about his hair. He laughed. "You have a point, you could loose your luscious locks award." he kidded shaking his head. "Be a shame to loose that title to the likes of Snivelly."

As Sirius spoke to Dorcas, James looked at her, seeing potatoes splattered in various places on her. Though Sirius throughly ignored her basically, James had a flash of a mental image of how he'd clean Dorcas up. Especially the potatoes on her cleavage. Licking his lips absentmindedly .... well he was a healthy male with urges just like the rest, he justified to himself, too bad she was Slytherin.

The sound of a bench being pushed abruptly caught his attention, shifting it from a Dorcas fantasy back to reality. Snivelly was up and moving, all red faced with what James thought at first was embarrassment. He figured the boy would run out of the Great Hall and go hide his face in a cauldren. But he was wrong, so very wrong when he produced a wand and sent a spell towards Sirius.

He was quite surprised and more to the point he was sure Sirius was too. When did whiney Snivellus get balls? Did they finally drop and give him courage? No matter, James waited a moment as Sirius poked more fun at Snivelly. A slow anger was building each second Sirius hung there. Vaguely he was aware of the entire hall laughing at Sirius' jokes and stabs at Snivelly, everyone but him. He was fiercely loyal and protective of his friends. He was sure that if it was he that was hanging there, Sirius would do exactly what he was about to do.

A deep loathing welled up inside him, powerful, overwhelming him to the point that later he would question himself and his actions. He pulled his wand and walked up to Severus's left side, and jabbed him there with his wand, rather hard to get a point across. In a low, barely audible voice, one intended for only Severus to hear. "Enough Snape ... let Sirius down." While he could see Sirius out of his peripheral vision his main focus held Snape's eyes. His own holding a cold, determined look. One that he has never used before, tense, purposeful and holding a hint of danger. Heart pounding slowly in his chest he waited with anticipation, not caring if he would get expelled or not. He only knew that the one person that was like a brother to him was in danger of being hurt and no way was he going to let that happen. "Now!' He pressed the tip of his wand harder, impatiently. Part of him wanted Sirius down safely, but another wanted to fight Snape, to blast him across the hall, and enjoy it


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[waldemar]

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Waldemar thought Dorcas was asking him half out of pity and half out of convenience, as he had no doubt that she realised he had no romantic interest in her. Had she told him her reasons, though, he would've been thoroughly touched at her wanting to make sure he felt at ease. She would surely succeed, as Waldemar hadn't planned on going, really, but now she had asked him, so there was 'no escaping it'.
As for special someone's, Waldemar very much doubted that. In fact, it never even crossed his mind.

"Great. I'll meet you at the top of the grand stair case? It tends to get a bit busy at the bottom, lots of people meeting up with their dates and friends. I'll be easier to find at the top. I'll be in a red dress and red mask, you know, so you know what I'm wearing so you can find me better." Waldemar grinned slightly. "Don't worry, I'll find you. And don't worry about rambling, either, the rest of the people at this table are just exchanging insults - that's hardly conversation.." To be honest.. he thought it was all a little childish.. Then again, he liked being childish from time to time, just not in that sort of way.
"Sometimes it's just so tempting to trow something in their faces, you know? If you hadn't started talking to me I probably would have thrown a cake or two, or a punch or four." Waldemar laughed softly, half watching the scaffold between the Gryffindors and the Slytherin. "They're a frustrating bunch, I tell ya. They bring out the worst of my temper that's for sure." He nodded, still grinning slightly. "I can imagine.."
"I think I might be tempted to throw a few things if I stick around, but on the other hand I want to see how this works out. I'm a complicated thing. Think you can catch up with my insanity?" Waldemar laughed softly this time. "It's not your insanity I'm worried about - it's your aim, rather," he commented with a bit of a knowing grin.