April Fool's Day Food Fight

Food to the left of me, food to the right
Food's flying everywhere, everywhere in sight
Now we got the teacher joining in the fight
Food fight!

Whose plan was this? Who's horribly awful but stunningly amazing plan was this? It certainly wasn't his. Yet here he was at the forefront of it. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be taking the fall for this once everything was said and done. He was fine with that really. His mum wasn't invested enough to care if an owl showed up with news of him being in detention for the rest of his life, and he really didn't mind being a martyr for this. 

From what he gathered this was going to be huge. The biggest production that Hogwarts had ever seen or likely would ever see again. Something that would hopefully set records. Merlin, wouldn't that be awesome. The more students who participated the better their odds of breaking one-- if there even was one to begin with-- he supposed. As it stood he knew there were a handful, just like him, who were in on the base of the plan. Distract, set up, and fight. That was all he knew for now, and he knew that he and Zephyrus were to be the first of many steps to achieving this dream.

Sheri had sent him in a rose for the occasion. Whether or not she knew it was for this exact occasion, he really didn't know, but he did have to say that her flare for sequined items did not only apply to the attire of the girls she hired. The rose itself was not real, of course, but it might have appeared so had it not had sequins sewn into the petals of it. Erebos twisted the false flower by it's stem between his fingers. His gaze fell to the conspirator he did know. @zephyrus .

"Sax at the ready?" He questioned, though it was practically an order. He was ready to do this. Now, or never. In solidarity he stood, nervous gaze falling toward the victim of his soon to be serenade. Stepping onto the bench of his table, and then up on to the table he could feel the students around him grow a bit quieter. Most probably wondering what the hell he was doing, others probably anxiously awaiting the start of what the whispers had been about all morning leading up to this lunch.

"Professor @melanie ," Erebos called out, dropping to one knee on the table and narrowly missing sticking it into a bowl of pudding. His hand placed the sequined rose over his heart as he spoke, trying to keep his dramatics just on par enough for what he was trying to do. "I just wanted to say you are my favorite teacher....even though I don't have your class--" an eruption of giggles came from all around him "--and I wanted to sing you a song I wrote called: Professor Burke Yo Booty Be Poppin'." Another eruption of giggles, this time seeming to spread further around the room. This was good. He had most everyone's attention. With one swift motion he put the rose between his teeth and rose from his kneeling position, nudging Zeph with his shoe as indication to start playing. "Maestro! Kill the lights!" He ordered with a clap of his hands. The buck had been passed, signaling the next stage of the plan.

The Great Hall suddenly went dark and not from any backstage crew aiding in his performance, but from Peruvian Instant Darkness powder. The next stage of the plan was moving forward and it wouldn't be long before the light would return to the hall. Erebos reached down in the darkness and managed to find the bowl of pudding he had nearly knelt in. With a wild fling he sent the contents of the bowl flying across the Great Hall to a neighboring table.

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[attr="class","title-dita"]FOOD FIGHT!

[attr="class","subtitle-dita"]So grab yourself a weapon, get ready to attack

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Aphrodite had been one of the planners, and she'd stuffed as many of the food with Jump Beans as she could, practicing nonverbal charms to help them live longer. She was ready, she was excited, she was planning. She'd practiced her spells and her innocent faces, and she'd cast new spells to not have her wand give her away at once. She'd moved seats to a different table, pretending that it was to see her friend preforming, especially once he'd said the title of the song.

All eyes were on him, and laughs were going throughout. This was going to be an April Fool's day to speak of for years, she knew it. She waited, tensing, memorizing where her target sat. . .

And Hades tossed the Instant Darkness powder into the air. It had a few modifications, and wouldn't be beaten back so easily with some of the newer tricks. The Great Hall went black as Zeph's vision, and there were a few nervous giggles, a few shouts, a wolf-whistle or two. There were a few unhappy murmurs, and Aphrodite picked up a meat pie, and aimed at where her Most Mortal Enemy sat. It was pitch black, but she was a beater, used to trusting her instincts. Her aim would be true, she knew, it was only if @clio moved--

She didn't wait to find out, but whispered a quick charm to wake the Jump Beans that were in the food. Most solids began leaping, smashing themselves into faces, and Aphrodite hurled solid foods at the tables near her blindly. Slytherin shouldn't be in the range of fire, and neither should teachers, but the Food Fight 2K19 they'd spent time planning (except Nys) was starting, and starting strong.

They'd planned this with others-- @roxanne , and some of the other pranksters in the school. With luck, the other students would see the opportunity, making the food fight as epic as planned.

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[attr="class","nuggetwords"]Even before the food started flying, Lizzy knew that this was going to be the best day of her Hogwarts career. She personally didn't see April Fools Day as too important of a time, though she wasn't too sure if it was because of culture or just her lack of care. She wasn't too big on the idea of pranks; adventure was far more important to her. Pranks were mean, and mean wasn't something that Lizzy was fond of. But something harmless-- a serenade of a teacher-- was in her wheelhouse of enjoyment. She wanted to watch, she was already intrigued... And the older Gryffindor was just so funny that she already knew that it was going to be fantastic. Also, the title. Lizzy did actually arch a brow at this one; she knew it was a more muggle phrasing, so she was impressed that the older student knew it. Then again, she knew that they had a muggleborn friend, so it was possible that they were a bit more in touch than she had once thought. And it was a funny song to be singing to Professor Burke, who Lizzy personally did not think had a popping booty. Of course, nearly a moment later, the lights went black, and nobody could look at anyone's popping booty.

She held her breath in the darkness, immediately grabbing onto Dominic Hywel Evans 's arm. She wished that she had sat with Henry James Blanchet and Carin(a) Rowan Flint today, but she had stayed with Dommie at the Gryffindor table. Of course, that was where some rather large things were being tossed, likely at Big Jones. Except Big Jones had tucked behind Little Jones, and was now cursing very loudly. Lizzy felt terribly for the Slytherin girl that Big Jones detested with a passion, and she was also pretty sure that the older girl was now going over to the Slytherin table to go and kill her. Hopefully there wasn't too much blood; she knew both of them wanted a good Quidditch career, and it would certainly suck if both of them died. Who would she watch in the future? Before she could debate any further on the topic, she was smacked in the face with a roll of bread, and tears stung in her eyes. If that hurt, what if something hit Dommie? He was a bit more sensitive than she was.

Lizzy hissed for Dominic to join her on the floor, out of range of the food stuffs. It was already slick from what had been thrown, and just as she hit the ground she popped her head back up to grab a bit of fruit salad. Sweet and juicy, it felt sticky in her hands. Almost gleefully, she tossed it towards the Ravenclaw table.

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As a committed prankster, April fools day was one of the most important and enjoyable days of Dominic’s year. At least until 12 noon which then it again became another dreary day. The `12-year-old had already pulled a few pranks on people. It was mostly harmless little things, like telling people that there was a spider on the back, or hiding someone’s shoes in their school bag, chest or bedside cabinet, stuff like that. He considered pulling a prank against Liz but decided against it. She was one of his best friends, and he didn’t really want to risk their friendship by upsetting her with a prank. He knew that most people didn’t appreciate the odd jape, even if they were in good nature and harmless in nature. Over the years the blonde-haired boy had learnt to be careful over who he pranks and how tracible the pranks were back to him.

He smiled at @lizzy as he joined him for lunch. She sometimes went to Henry James Blanchet and Carin(a) Rowan Flint . While he also considered Henry one of his best friends, Dominic didn’t really know Carin that well. He knew that those three had a close bond and he was not entirely sure if he would be welcome if he joined them. If Dommie was honest with himself, it did hurt him about and made him feel a bit left out. In some ways, he was a bit jealous of the friendship that those three shared and he wished that he could have been part of that. Alas, the small boy was pretty certain that would never be the case of him in any case. It wasn’t as if he would be on his own when Liz did that, he could always join his cousins on the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff table, some of his other Gryffindor friends or have a family lunch with Donnie and Amy. So it wasn’t as if he was totally on his own.

The young boy decided to let this slip to the back of his mind, it was making him feel a bit down, and obviously, he didn’t want that. Instead, he focused on what was happening now. It looked like it was one of the older Gryffindor students was about to pull a prank. Feeling a peak of excitement the young lad peaked up a bit and watched to see what would happen. The older student seemed to be telling Professor Burke that she was his favourite teacher and had written her a song about having boots being poppers or something. It sounded very odd even to him. He waited to see what the song would be all about.

However, before he could say anything, the lights went out. This confused the Gryffindor second year a bit. When Elizabeth grabbed his arm he jumped a bit, he didn’t expect her to do that. However, he decided to return the favour to her. In many ways to was comforting to know that someone was beside him who he could trust in all of this. Anything could be going on, from an April Fools Day prank to something a lot more sinister.

The Welsh lad didn’t have time to dwell on this before the food started flying. They seemed to be in a fully-fledged food fight. Dominic stood looking a bit shocked by what was going on around him, unsure about how to react. He watched the food flying around him, he stood there looking a bit dumb-founded. Totally unsure what to do or how to respond to this fight. He heard Lizzie hissing for him to get on the floor and the young lad decided that might be the best course of action. He had already been hit by some soft foodstuff, like sauces or rice. ”Are are are you okay?” he asked his friend seeing that there were tears in her eyes. He wondered if it would be okay to hug her to try and make her feel better?

Before he could make up his find, his housemate had grabbed some fruit salad and lobbed it towards the Ravenclaw table. With a small shrug, he decided to get into the fun too. The 12-year-old boy reached up to the table and grabbed some spaghetti in tomato pasta sauce and lobbed it blindly in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.  

Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad tags: N/A date: April 1st outfit: School Robes words: 290 ❥ EREBOS BAIN ON A TABLE WAS NOT THE DINNER SHE EXPECTED. And when he was followed by a saxophone, she wasn't she if she wanted to stay and watch or run away in fear. Fear probably would have been the most logical choice.  Rather she stayed, glancing toward the other Hufflepuffs around her. Eyes flicker fast, she first watched the professor he sang? rapped? to, but was quickly drawn away by... Hades. Oh man, Hades was involved in this too? Wait, what was he doing? Why was it going dark? She could feel her hand gripping the bench below her - if she could see, she would have seen she was squeezing so hard her knuckles had turned bleach white. In the silence, there was a splat. And then as the light came back, the room faded into chaos. Food was everywhere and once again she was split between the urge to flee and stay. At this point though, even if she wanted to, it didn't look like fleeing was an option. Not when she felt a handful of something wiggly and goupy sliding down the shoulder of her robe. Red and noodles. Someone had thrown their spaghetti at her. Grimacing - she couldn't help but think of all the work the house elves would have to do with this batch of laundry - she paused for a moment and shrugged. Too late now. Seconds later she had taken a handful of mashed potatoes - her first instincts had been to go for the apples, but logic told her with how had she could throw after years of wacking buldgers into submission, maybe soft foods were a better idea. With that, the white blob was hurled into the air, aimed at the Gryffindor table. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

Food To the Left Of Me

Pudding To The Right

Here I Am

Stuck On A Table With You

It had taken months of planning - most of which he hadn't been all that privy to, because if Sheri found out that they were planning to all but annihilate the Great Hall with the most epic Food Fight that Hogwarts had ever seen, she would have skinned him alive and used him as a feather boa. How would she find out? Zeph couldn't lie worth shit when it came to his darling mother dearest because he had never seen what his face did when he even attempted it, and Hades always laughed at him when he tried. She always knew. Always. So... So instead, Hades had sat in for him and so had Calypso, and he hadn't been filled in until the night before. 

The only worry he had was that Latesha would be ruined. His beautiful golden sax... laid bare to the world, as he backed up the school's hearthrob while he serenaded one Professor Burke. Why he had chosen Burke when he could have really taken it far and chosen the Headmistress was beyond him. Maybe his flair for dramatics wasn't as bad as Zeph's. Or maybe, just maybe, all of those Sex Ed classes she had taken them for had really struck a chord in his friend. Nothing said chemistry like hormonal teenagers and a diagram of boobs.

Still, Sheri knew something was up, as she'd sent Erebos one of her handsewn roses... which was a pretty big deal. He must have fed her a line about unrequited love, as she'd broken out the big guns for him. A real rose would have been far cheaper... but had none of the grandeur. He should know... he had been around the bloody things for years, and had even been forced into learning to sew them himself in case Sheri had a premature run in with the Grim Reaper. 

"Always," he replied quietly to his friend, pulling out his growing instrument and accepting Hades' helpful yet forceful shoves up and onto the table behind him. Slipping dangerously as he planted his foot in the bowl of mashed tatties beside him, he fell dramatically to his knees with a strangled 'oh shit fuck-' he was confident no one else heard over the dull thud! of his landing, and haphazardly pushed his shades back into place on his face. 

With a rush of air following an addressal of their Professor, he grinned as he felt and heard Erebos going to one knee. Excellent. While Zeph was leaning really far back to the point that his black jeans were screaming around his thighs, because he was as confident about moving into a safer position as a single young man felt around a hooker, Erebos probably looked heartfelt and classy. He trusted his gut where his eyes failed him.

He leaned quietly, praying for someone to push him back upright and quickly, while Erebos continued speaking, waiting for his cue to leap to safety... then nearly choked as his mouthpiece hit the back of his throat in surprise at the song title that left his mate's mouth. Brilliant. No, seriously, brilliant. Hades had left that out in his quick rundown of what was about to happen. 

No sooner had he begun to play, than Hades sprang from his seat with an evil smirk and threw the peruvian darkness powder really hard in two directions, and as the smell met his nose Zeph allowed himself to smile.. knowing everyone could now see as well as him. This was poetic justice. His sax blared, he took a hand off the polished buttons, scooped into the sludgey stuff beside him, and whirled out to his right.

TAG: @erebos, @roxanne, @hades, Aphrodite Nia Herraro-Morgan, @lizzy, Dominic Hywel Evans, Marigold Moore | WORDS: 600+ | NOTES: HECK YEAH

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[attr="class","ravnuggettitle"]food fight!

[attr="class","ravnuggetsubtitle"]food to the left of me, food to the right. here i am, stuck in the middle w/ you.

[attr="class","ravnuggetwords"] April Fools Day was a fun little thing, in her opinion. The issue was that she had kind of messed it up already; she had tried to plot a prank with Cass, but then Alis had managed to figure it out before they could put it into motion. It was a pity; this was probably her best prank ever. She had managed to charm his ink a completely different color than normal! And she wanted to see his face when he went to use it. It wasn't too advanced, but... Well, she had got it to stay the normal color when you looked at it. And then, when your quill started to make notes, it was a bright, bright purple. It was absolutely ingenious, and she and Cassiel had planned and plotted for ages. And then, out of nowhere, Alis said that that he knew what she was planning, and that she might as well just take the ink for herself. Which was pretty kind of him, all things considering. She did need more ink. It was just that she hadn't quite finished the spell before he found out-- she was pointing, aiming... She guessed that it was just because Cass hadn't distracted him well enough. But that was okay! She would much rather everyone be happy, anyway! And Cass didn't mind the failed prank, so neither did Poppy. Besides, Alis didn't quite mind it either way. He just said he would go borrow a pot of ink from Clio, and that was that. But still, Poppy felt like she had messed it up, so she didn't have high expectations for the rest of the day.

She did demand that it was family day for meals, though, because it was sad when they didn't get enough time together. All three of them were pretty busy. Cass had his... weird Cass things... And Alis had his boyfriend, and his friends, and Poppy herself had a lot of school and a lot of friends to keep up with. Her brothers liked to keep track of how many times she was interrupted by someone saying 'hi' in the Great Hall-- but she could say the same for Alis and Cass. So she wanted to make sure that they at least had some part of the day together to catch up. Poppy was actually in the middle of her thoughts when @erebos had climbed up on the table. And then @zephyrus was there, too. She was about to start laughing just out of anticipation. She could already tell it was a prank. That entire group was absolutely amazing and hysterical, and Poppy absolutely loved talking to them. Calypso was fun to put makeup on, too! And they didn't really seem to notice (or mind) that she was a fourth year. So Poppy was already rooting for them the moment that they stepped up onto the Gryffindor table. It was the words that nearly caused her to fall off of her chair with laughter. It was really that funny. Althea Abbott gave her a look, and she did, in fact, fall off of the seat as her giggles overtook her. And then...

Food fight! Poppy was too slow to get herself up off the ground as soon as darkness hit, and she squeaked rather loudly in surprise. Oh no! This was, technically, breaking the rules. And she didn't like breaking the rules. So what was she supposed to do? Food was practically raining down on her; cake was falling through her hair. "Thea! Help! I've been shot."

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Donald was just sitting quietly eating his food. He had a fairly easy day of things this day, the spikey haired wizard had not suffered any pranks or pulled any pranks on anyway. It did occur to him that he could pull a prank on his sister.

It was not like he hadn’t done it before and he would have been relatively safe if he avoided her from any blowback if Amy, in all likelihood, got upset over any prank that he might have pulled on her. However, as it happened he couldn’t come up with a good or clever jape to pull on her and, despite, he didn’t want to fall out with his Hufflepuff sibling anyway.

Sitting by himself, the 14-year-old was having some chicken tikka masala, it was not too bad, it was just spicy to have a kick to it without being too spicy as it upset his stomach. He supposed that the house elves, nor the school, wanted youngster running around with bad bellies That could possibly get very messy.

He glanced around the great hall to see his cousin talking to a girl at the Gryffindor table, it was good to see at least he had company. Amy was also talking to a few of her girlfriends at her house table. He wondered if he could go over to sit by her but decided against it. True, he might be feeling a bit lonely, but he didn’t want to bother his sibling. Especially if it would interrupt the chat that she was having with her friends.

Besides which, it looked like he would be distracted by some other entertainment. His eyes fixed on the Gryffindor lad making his way towards the staff table. Donnie wandered what he was up to, especially as the Gryffindor addressed Professor Burke. The Welsh wizard hoped that this older boy was not going to do anything to upset or humiliate the Professor, she was the Ravenclaw head of house after all, and that wouldn’t be cool to see someone embarrassing her or anything.

However, as it turned out, the Gryffindor seemed more intent on embarrassing himself, from what Don thought anyway. Maybe it was some kind of dare or some stupid Gryffindor game. Whatever it was, the Ravenclaw seeker rolled his eyes and tutted to himself. ” tut” He was talking utter nonsense.

Donald was about to return to his meal when the lights went out on the command of the older student. Stupid Gryffindor he thought to himself. Before the pale-skinned boy knew what was happening food was flying all around the Great Hall. He looked around a bit, barely dodging a slice of pizza that was thrown his way. Not wanting to get into trouble, and not wanting to get involved, the Welsh wizard decided to hide under the table under the fracas was taken care off. Maybe he would crawl towards the exit and flee, but for now, hiding seemed like the best idea. There was no way he wanted to get involved with this.