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[Adelaine Beaumont]

Adelaine sat across from a few of her fellow Ravenclaws one night at dinner, laughing and enjoying a hot plate of chicken casserole. She had been quite busy lately, but this was the one night that she had cleared her mind of everything. After all, everyone needed a break at some point.

Sipping pumpkin juice, she listened to a couple of fourth years' conversation about their latest Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It sounded considerably dangerous; a Gryffindor boy had even been injured.

"I can't believe the professor let you practice on one another!" she jumped in, astonished.

The fourth year just laughed, and leaned in toward her.

"Adele, the professor didn't let us practice on one another," he grinned, receiving quite a few laughs from the other boys. "We just shot it across the room at the lad."

Such a disappointment. Ravenclaws acting like Slytherins. Before she had time to respond, she quickly glanced at a boy across the Hall, who met eyes with her. His wand was directed at her and he was chanting something. Suddenly, an odd feeling came over Adele. Without another word, she got to her feet and stepped onto the table, pushing things aside. Not even knowing what was happening, she began twirling and jumping, twisting and turning this way and that. She was dancing, though there was no music playing; the boys across the Hall jeered and laughed, and her friends at the table looked rather concerned.

"I have no idea what's happening!" she shouted, as they all asked her why she'd suddenly gone mad. Before she knew it, people were standing around her, clapping in time with her tuneless dance.

Edited by Adelaine Beaumont, 29 September 2011 - 07:33 PM.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

Lisette's dinner was going pretty smoothly. After striking up a conversation with some of her friendlier housemates, she had dug in with fervour at the night's meal, heaping food onto her plate and drinking great big swigs of pumpkin juice as she laughed at an (admittedly inappropriate) joke someone said. She felt confident and on top of the world.

Her confidence allowed her to sneak a glance at the Ravenclaw table where Adelaine was - something which normally would have gotten her jeers and laughs from her housemates. This time, one of her meaner housemates was about to say something, but then Lisette noticed it.
It.

Adelaine was dancing. On the dinner table. In front of everyone. And apparently had no idea what she was doing as she kept on shooting panicked looks at the people around her (the ones that were rather rudely clapping to her dance). Lisette made her way through the crowd, ignoring the shocked gasps. Evidently Adele had been hit with some spell. And it was her duty to help. "Finite Incantatem!" She'd seen the wand movement countless times from her grandparents and heard the words too. Hopefully it would work.

It didn't. Rather than hearing Adele's excited remark of joy at having been freed, she heard the scream of some fourth-year Hufflepuff after having been accidentally hit with the spell. Disheartened by the loss, she didn't feel like trying again anytime soon.

Edited by Lisette Amber Heartstone, 25 September 2011 - 06:52 PM.

[Meghan Morris]

The knife was calling at Meghan, telling her to take it and use it on a particular first year Slytherin. Violent tendencies always occurred when the girl was in her presence or even mentioned. The fact that she had googly eyes for Alexander made it all the worse.

Meghan knew the boy would probably never have any romantic inclinations directed towards her but to see him fancy her was dreadful. The two purebloods probably belonged to each other anyways. A sigh escaped in longing. Brushing off the horrendous thoughts she turned her head to the direction in which many were pointing and laughing.

Oh no. Poor Adelaine! Lisette tried to help but ended up hitting some one. Now Meghan had to find the one who did it and get them to say the counter curse. "Why hello everyone! Wasn't that a jolly bit of fun? Who is responsible for this most amazing prank?" Sarcasm dripped from the words in a threatening manner.

Meghan would have to take care of the fool and make him regret his actions. No one messed with her friends, with out them getting their faces messed up.

Edited by Meghan Morris, 25 September 2011 - 07:42 PM.

[Adelaine Beaumont]

Still dancing, Adelaine considered how humiliating the situation would be when she finally stopped. She'd probably be crying for days, the taunting laughter of the surrounding students playing over and over in her head. First Aisling's Halloween prank, then detention, and now this! Why did these things always happen to her?

"Meghan! Lisette!" she cried, delighted at the sight of the two girls. "Go get a teacher!"

She was quite grateful that they weren't joining the commotion all the clapping and shouting was causing. A few boys had even taken to beating on the tables and drumming their plates with forks and knives to give her a tune to dance to. She glanced over at the troublemaker who had cast the spell on them, and saw that he and his friends were doubled over in laughter. When this was all over, she'd have to send a nasty jinx his way in return.

"Oh, this is unbelievable!" she shouted when a few students starting dancing along with her.

At least it made the ordeal a bit less embarrassing.

Edited by Adelaine Beaumont, 29 September 2011 - 07:32 PM.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

((OOC: Should I fill in a form for the RP threads thing? We can call on a professor. Or do you want Adele's torture to last a little longer? ))
Lisette gazed open-mouthed at Adele, who was still dancing worriedly. Her friend appeared to be overjoyed at the sight of Meghan (who had arrived soon after her) and herself. Meghan was enraged and started to try and discover the culprit. When she gazed back at her house table, her worst fears were confirmed: that the terrible lowlife who had done this was indeed in Slytherin house. He was there, laughing and basking in the glory of it. Oh, she would not let him get away with this! She would hex him so hard his grandchildren would feel it. Just you wait...!

First things first. She had to get a professor. Lisette sneaked a glance at the place where the Professors sat, and as she saw Denman she felt furious. Honestly! How dare he yell at her for something so trivial and mundane. Acting on instinct, she stuck her tongue out at him. Then she made another face. And another. When her anger had died down, she felt nothing but shame. How could she let herself get so carried away at a moment like this?

[Emmanuelle Armand]

Emmy watched as the whole scene unfolded before her. She stared in pure delight as a fifth year Slytherin boy silently sent a jinx toward the Ravenclaw table, assuming he was going for one of the boys. There was no denying she was shocked when it hit her cousin instead, but that didn't mean she wasn't doubled over in laughter watching the charade with her friends.

Hurting from all the laughing, she excused herself from the table and headed over to the crowd of students surrounding Adelaine. If only her family was here to see this; they would die of shame. Em soon joined in with everyone else, clapping and jeering in time with the music people were making.

"Woooo!" She grabbed a few books some Gryffindor boys had started passing out to add to the music and beat them together. Admittedly, this was the most fun she'd had at Hogwarts all year. She didn't even stop to consider what would happen when a professor showed up.

Edited by Emmanuelle Armand, 02 October 2011 - 09:41 PM.

[Meghan Morris]

People were so immature. Especially boys. All this drama was insane! Meghan felt like going on a rampage. Idiots, all of them were idiots. Well except... Nope, no way. Meghan was not going to go there even if only in her thoughts.

Getting a teacher involved was not how Meghan handled delicate situations as this. "Hello Snakes, I know it was one of you who jinxed my friend. Let's see how you fight without a wand shall we?" She held a steady stance showing she was not afraid to get dirty. Those fools were going down.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

Lisette gritted her teeth as the most snobbiest and most stuck-up first-year of all time started to laugh at all of this. Incensed by the nerve of this air-headed idiot, she immediately started to think up of all sorts of bad things about Emmy. She was an annoying loser who had no friends her own age! Honestly, whenever she saw her nowadays she was always with a bunch of tasteless fourth-years who, in her opinion, would make friends with blind orangutans so long as it had a bit of pure blood in them and before that there was Alexander, who probably wasn't on the best of terms with her now. Lisette rolled her eyes as Emmy, in an attempt to look so cool joined with the teasing boys. Fool.

There was a more pressing matter on hand right now, though, as Meghan turned on the Slytherins demanding to know who had cast the spell. Lisette gulped - would she choose friendship or house loyalty? What could she do? Her palms were sweating as she moved back towards the Slytherin table. "They probably meant to hit someone else or something," prompted Lisette, trying to nudge Meghan away. After all who would possibly try to hex kind Adele?

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander walked into the Great Hall, he had kept busy making soap in potions and now that he was finished (the soap safely placed away in his dormitory) he felt a great surge of hunger.

He paid no attention at first to the gaggle of students standing around the Ravenclaw table. Some who were laughing, other looked shocked. Sitting down as far away as he could from Emmanuelle who he felt was a cruel person, especially after she used him like a pawn in some stupid game against Meghan; he tipped a large Sheppard's pie onto his dish, with some carrots and peas on the side. He began eating when he heard the unmistakable shrill laughter of Emmanuelle who seemed to have taken to hanging out with upper class years, since first years seemed to avoid her like the plague.

Cocking his right eyebrow, he finally looked at the source of commotion. The group in front of the Ravenclaw table dissipated a bit and he saw that Adelaine, Emmanuelle's cousin seemed to be dancing around. Alexander at first smirked, than shook his head in disbelief thinking this was some silly stunt, but he realised after catching the glimpse of horror on Adelaine's face that this was not a stunt or a plan, but she had been hexed into it. Standing up, with a clatter of his fork on the dish.

Alexander looked at the staff table, which seemed to be exceptionally empty. He walked through the door and made his way down to one of the classrooms he had passed before dinner, just as he had put his hand on the door knob he saw out of the corner of his eye a teacher approaching.

"Professor, their's a spark of trouble in the Great Hall ... "

[Professor Penvellyn]

The day simply wouldn’t end. There was a fight between two fifth years over some silly girl, a second year had been knocked unconscious by a poorly cast jinx, a sixth year had transfigured his desk into something that breathed fire, and just now the old professor was heading to dinner after solving the mystery of a geyser that had mysteriously shown up in her house common room. By mysteriously it was of course meant that some brat up to no good thought it would be fun to turn the common room into an indoor, in ground swimming pool. A little water still clung to her skirt hem as Eleanor walked toward the stairs that let out of the dungeons.

A young boy, one with great aptitude for both of her classes, caught her attention. “What was that?” she asked, praying she had misheard him. How much mischief could students put themselves in over the course of twenty four hours? Setting a stern face, the professor picked up her pace and was at the entrance to the Great Hall in a matter of moments. The chaos before her was shocking, to say the least.

There was a child on the table; unsurprisingly it was the young Ravenclaw who had been on Eleanor’s watch list for the last few weeks. Cheering and laughing were abundant as well as a few children that looked ready for revenge. “That is enough!” Eleanor roared. What was wrong with having a nice, quiet meal? With a flick of her wand, Eleanor negated whatever spell had been shot at the Beaumont girl.

“Who is responsible for this?” The angry woman demanded. “And please get down off the table, Miss Beaumont,” she added as an afterthought.

(Oh, and if I forget later, someone remind me to award Alexander 5 points)

[Adelaine Beaumont]

[that's not how you spell beaumont :|]

With a thud, Adele collapsed on the table. Finally, someone had saved her! She'd been writhing back and forth for what felt like twenty minutes at least. Oh, she would be in some intense pain later. A wide smile spread across her face as she looked around for her savior, until she heard the voice of Professor Penvellyn. The last person she wanted to see right now was Penvellyn; she was like the female version of Denman.

"Thank you, Professor!" she exclaimed, hastily hopping off the table.

The woman was demanding to know who had done it. Adele knew exactly who cast it, but could she really give him away? She glanced hesitantly toward the boy, seeing the Slytherin and his friends quickly power-walk out of the Great Hall. The last time she hid someone from Penvellyn, she landed in detention and let the other person (Emmy) walk free.

"Erm, I'm not really sure who did it, Professor," she lied. Then she looked to her right and saw Em in the crowd of now silent students. Had she really been there, laughing and egging the situation on? "Actually..I believe it was a Slytherin boy. Fifth year."

At least that narrowed it down a little, seeing as Adele really had no idea what his name was. Not that it would affect Em in any way, but Adelaine felt a bit better knowing she had told the truth. Maybe Emmy would take that as a lesson and know that next time, Adele wasn't going to cover for her.

Edited by Adelaine Beaumont, 03 October 2011 - 05:58 PM.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander returned to the Great Hall, collecting himself and ensuring that his face bore no sign of guilt. He didn't want to be seen as a rat, nor did he want to be thought of as a good two shoes. He hoped that the Professor had enough sense not to go shouting about who had reported about the bout of trouble.

Not looking at the group congregated at the Ravenclaw table, Alexander sat down at his plate and began to eat his cold Shephard's pie, keeping the situation in the corner of his eye. The band of fifth years that had sat with Emmanuelle had now skivvied off, undoubtedly the guilty culprits. He noticed Emmanuelle sitting by herself, he didn't bother to turn toward her; he still felt a bit irritated by her and slightly hurt by the fact that she had used him for some personal vendetta against another girl. He hated being treated like a child and hated more being used for other's bidding.

[Professor Penvellyn]

Penvellyn was in no mood to be tossed around, but Adelaine had been in a lot of trouble lately and it didn’t seem that this was her fault. No one was calling out that she deserved to be cursed in any way, and it was possible that she saw the table from which the spell came from, but not known the actual person. “A Slytherin, you say? If anyone else has information to add, you may come by my office after supper.” She wasn’t about to miss a meal when there was no harm done and the culprit was probably long gone.

As Eleanor walked to the Head’s table, again surprised by the many empty chairs, she noticed the young boy that had alerted her to the commotion quietly take his seat. “And five points to Slytherin,” she whispered under her breath. She didn’t feel like explaining why to anyone and thus didn’t say so loud enough for anyone to hear.

She took her seat gracefully but noticed many students still standing about. “Either finish your meals or go work on your studies,” she administered. Merlin knew the last thing these children needed to be doing was standing around like a flock of dumb struck turkeys when end of the term exams were coming up in a manner of weeks. Her Transfiguration classes in particular were in for a real treat.

With the relaxing thought of a cozy fire and a nice book in mind after spending a short while in her office this evening, Eleanor dug into her meal, keeping a close watch on Adelaine and those that had been standing near her.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

((This thread is pretty much over, right?))
Lisette sighed as Alexander, being pretty much the only calm one, had managed to do what the panicky Lisette and the vengeful Meghan had failed to: to get a professor and stop the whole fiasco. Professor Penvellyn, looking exasperated had cast the counter-charm making Adelaine land on the floor with a loud thud that made even Lisette wince. It sounded painful and it probably was, considering Adelaine had been dancing around for quite some time. Professor Penvellyn demanded to know the culprit, which made Lisette gulp as she could point it out (though the name escaped her). Thankfully the professor soon took her seat again without questioning the matter further and rather awkwardly she herself sat down and began to eat, turning the pages of her Transfiguration book in an attempt to get some studying done.

[Professor Wulfram N. Hart]

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