It's Lunch Time!!!! [open]

[RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY]

Ron watched the ticking of the clock impatiently, clearly ignoring Professor Binns as he droned on about history of something, whenever, whatever. He hated this class and couldn’t wait to get out of it. As much as Hermione continued to tell him that he must pay attention, he just couldn’t help it. His stomach rumbled loudly as a reminder that he was about to go and get lunch…as soon as the clock clicked the period would end. He shut his notebook and capped his untouched ink bottle, packing all of his stuff away in preparation for the bell to ring. He was going to be the first out of this class so he could be first to reach the great hall. He loved being the one who got all the good stuff before anybody else could.

Finally with a nearly audible click, the clock changed and the bell to end the class period sounded. By the time the bell finished ringing, he was halfway out the door, and by the time the rest of the students could react, he was on the stairs heading down to the Great Hall. He skipped steps as he nearly sprinted down to the first floor, and directly to the great hall, finally coming to a stop at the Gryffindor Table. He had managed to get there just as the food began to appear on the table. Sitting down at the empty table, he began to load his plate up with food, half of what he took making it to the plate, the other half going directly into his mouth. He had forgotten to bring snacks with him to his morning classes and he was defiantly missing their presence today.

People began to filter quickly into the hall as he finished his first plateful of food. He quickly loaded his plate up with seconds, this time taking his time in eating like a normal person, not a raving lunatic. The first helping had defiantly stopped the rumbling from within his stomach and he was able to think straight now. He looked around to try and spot a friendly face amongst the crowed, but was having trouble spotting anybody with the large amount of people hurrying into the hall to get their lunch.

He sighed to himself. Maybe he should have waited for Harry and Hermione to get out of class and just walk down with him. When Hermione reached the hall, she would probably have a word or two for him because of that. It wasn’t HIS fault he was hungry now was it? He didn’t think so. Maybe she should have reminded him to get snacks this morning so he wouldn’t be so hungry by lunch. But she didn’t and now he was in this situation. Yup, it was defiantly Hermione’s fault.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

Hermione couldn't believe how quickly Ron had shut his book and left the class. She rolled her eyes and sighed as she walked down the corridor, getting bumped around by a few students who were rushing ahead to get a seat. He'd blame her for it, ofcourse he would. He always blamed everybody else by himself. What was she supposed to do? She shook her head and carried on down the stairs at a dawdling pace. Afterall, it's his own fault for being greedy. As she approached the hall, she saw him sat there. He looked like he was on his third helping.
She shifted her bag strap higher onto her shoulder and walked over to him, taking the empty seat next to him.
She looked at him, slightly appalled at the way he was waffling it down.
"really ronald, haven't you got /any/ manners at all?" she asked.

[PANSY PARKINSON]

Friday lunchtime. Just a few more hours until the weekend started and Pansy could kick back and do what she wanted with her free time. Most likely she would spend it with Draco and Blaise, maybe even Theodore Nott. Maybe they would take a trip to Hogsmeade or probably something alot more extravagant when they were involved. For such good friends, Draco and Blaise always seemed to be trying to out do the other. Whether it was performing amazingly well in Quidditch, sucking up to Snape, trying to out evil eachother, or simply trying to win Pansy over (a personal favourite of hers) they were always so competitive.

Sighing to herself she sat alone on the Slytherin table, gazing up to the ceiling of the Great Hall, letting her thick brown waves flow freely round her shoulders. She had previously had a free lesson so lazily she had made her way to the Great Hall for lunch to meet her fellow Slytherins. Sadly though, she hadn't been as lazy as she thought, there was barely anyone around. Well at least anyone worth knowing anyway. Scanning the room for a familiar face her red stained lips turned into a smirk, as her green eyes fell upon a certain Gryffindor. Ron Weasley. There he was tumbling into the hall like a great oaf. Urghh how he sickened her. Was it really necessary to be so disgusting? Her nose shriveled up in disgust as she continued to stare at the horrible red haired adolescent as he shoveled down his daily dose of fat.

Just at that moment, another one of her least favourite witches appeared. The mudblood. How spectacular. Sitting there growing more and more disgusted by the second she clenched her fists, knowing she should not start anything without her boys behind her. Oh well, she could handle herself. Waving her wand she muttered a charm summoning the bowl of mashed potato towards her, slowly she controlled the bowl until it was floating infront of the petite brunettes eyeline. "Oi Gryffindor scum!" Pansy shouted from behind her Slytherin table. Glaring she made eye contact with the duo. "Mudblood you need to teach your boyfriend some manners. As he eats like a pig and acts like a pig I shall treat him like a pig!" She bellowed, the floating bowl of mash spinning in time with her rage. "Eat this Weasley!" And with a flick of her wand, the witch sent the bowl hurdling towards the two hideous Gryffindors. Let the food fight commence.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

Hermione sighed miserably and looked up at Pansy. She hated it when people called her a mudblood. It was unfortunate on Pansy's behalf that Harry wasn't there. The last time that Malfoy called her a mudblood, Harry almost went on a rampage.
She glanced at Ron, wondering what he was thinking.
She was about to turn back and reply to Pansy when she saw the bowl of mash potato hurdling towards them.
She squealed in horror and ducked under the table, and attempted to drag Ron under with her.
She cursed Pansy under her breath, huffing furiously.
"Right." she muttered.
"She is /totally/ not getting away with that." Hermione crept from under the table until she spotted a large strawberry flan. She pulled a face, not really wanting to ruin it.
Grabbing her wand, she muttered a spell and sent the flan flying across at Pansy, before ducking under the table.

[VECKURYUMOTO NEIN TACHACHI]

Ah lunch time. Veck relished the freedom he finally got after a morning full of dread full classes. He was still fumming about the month's worth of dententions he had recieved from proffesor Flitwick. He couldn't fathom why the little munchikin would dare even question his intelligence or his aptitude for charms. He knew that he himself was more then capable of beating the old coot in a duel of charms. Yet he had the nerve to give Veck dentention for making a point. The way Flitwick was teaching was just stupid. One didn't need so much swishing and turning of the wand. A real wizard could do any of that without making a complete fool of himself. He had half a mind to hex the little bug but knew that Dumbledore would probably have his head for that.

Veck ascended the doungeon stairs and swiftly walked towards the great hall. A blank look on his face and wearing muggle clothes instead of those horrid robes. He had on a pair of black studded jeans and a white and black vest. He wore a green and white scarf and green dragonskin gloves that he tresured so dearly. He walked over to the slytherin table and shoved two little first year twerps out of the way and gracefully sat down, lacing his fingers together as his sharp eyes observed the room. He saw that girl Parkenson or other,and some annoying Gryfindor's engaged in what looked like a foodfight. He scoffed to himself and slowly drew his wand from his vest in case anyone had the nerve to attack him. They would be in for a rude awakening if they did. Especially a younger student. He wouldn't even bother using magic, he would probably snap their little hands in half to teach them a lesson about the proper way to use a wand.

[DAVID NATHANIEL VAL'LAUREN]

David looked down at his plate as he ate alone like usual. He listened to the clamoring of the dishes of students eating. And then he noticed a younger student, the girl friend of Draco Malfoy.

As he watched her he saw her starting to pick on the Weasley boy. He couldn't help but laugh as the boy was assaulted with food and insults. He watched the potatoes fly at Ron and then watched the one known as Hermione. She acted smart. She had ducked under the table and launched other food at Pansy. Oh this was going to be entertaining.

For now David watched as the small food fight escalated into a larger one and then finally hit his table. He stood up his wand out and swiftly walked toward the three people that caused the food fight to begin with. "Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. I would think two prefects would know better than to be antagonized into a food fight. I mean come on. Its just one person and you both shouldn't have fallen so easily for that bait."

He then scratched his chin and looked at the three. "Its a shame really...I guess thats Ten Points from each person. Meaning Twenty points from Gryffindor and Ten from Slytherin.. I really hate having to take points away but its a rule set down long ago. A rule I must abide by as well as you three."

He then took down the points to which he must take away and then walked away. and sat back down his wand out in case he had to protect himself.

[VECKURYUMOTO NEIN TACHACHI]

"Its a shame really...I guess thats Ten Points from each person. Meaning Twenty points from Gryffindor and Ten from Slytherin.. I really hate having to take points away but its a rule set down long ago. A rule I must abide by as well as you three."

Veck looked over at the other Prefect as he said this with a look of amusement on his face. Of course. He would just have to take points away from slytherin. David struck him as a stickler for the rules. He himself would have just took the points from Gryfindor. Besides he hated that filthy mudblood Granger. He didnt know her very well since she was a sixth year so they didn't have any classes.

Veck shrugged and proped his feet up on the table. He took the tip of his wand and started picking his teeth with it.
"That was so nessescary huh?",he asked the other Slytherin boy.
"After all he was just giving them what the deserve.",he said with a wave of his hands.
Of course if it were a younger student he probably would have done something to, just to prevent stupid and careless behaivor. But he figured that all that wasn't worth losing the points. They needed a reason to be able to boast to those self rightous little jerks.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

"Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. I would think two prefects would know better than to be antagonized into a food fight. I mean come on. Its just one person and you both shouldn't have fallen so easily for that bait."
Hermione's face palmed as Val'Lauren spoke. She always felt guilty when they had points taken away from Gryffindor, especially when it was unfair reasoning.
She wasn't just going to sit there and let Pansy speak about Ron like that in front of him.
She sighed, wondering whether anybody would stick up for them. She looked around to see if she could see the twins, but then again, what could they possibly do to change things? Besides, Val'Lauren would probably deduct more points from them, and that would be doubled again if both of them piped up.
She slowly looked at Ron, speechless that the points had been deducted as doubled, before looking down at her own plate and prodding at her food.
She just simply wasn't hungry any more.

[RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY]

Ron dropped his utensils as he heard the word Mudblood flying across the room. Whiping mashed potatoes that had splattered across his face, which was a dark red color in anger now, he shouted back. “At least neither of the two of us look like our mother got pregnant from shagging the family dog!” He glared in her direction, ignoring Hermione’s attempts to pull him under the table.

He looked around the great hall, utter chaos beginning to evolve around him. Food flying everywhere and even a hex here and there. He knew that he should be trying to stop it, but he didn’t feel like he should over rule the Head Boy’s job. It’s his job to keep things under control, so Ron shouldn’t have to do anything. Although they WERE ruining some perfectly good food, and he was still hungry. He had only gotten one plateful of food before Parkinson had started the food fight, and that wasn’t nearly enough.

He scowled at David when he took points off of Gryffindor. He hadn’t even done anything yet! That was totally unfair. “Oi Val’Lauren! I havn’t even done anything yet, so lets see….” He said, counting on his fingers. “That’s 10 points from Slytherin for abusing your powers.” He continued, before flicking his wand, sending a bowl of Ketchup straight at his face. “Then I’m going to say another ten points for being a slimey git, and not keeping yourself neat and clean as is befitting the head boy.” He said with a nasty glare on his face. He hated when people tried to abuse their powers, and generally would put his foot down and stand up for an injustice like this.

Looking to Hermione, he said “Come on, let’s go, I don’t think we need to be involved with these gits. You don’t need to have your intelligence insulted by staying in their presence for too long.” Offering her his hand as he made a motion to the door. It was such a shame that he had to miss out on his lunch because a bunch of Slytherins decided to be idiots. He would need to run up to his dorm to change and to get some snacks if he was ever going to survive his afternoon classes after such a disappointing meal.

[PANSY PARKINSON]

Pansy broke down into a fit of giggles at the site of that Granger girl diving under the table. Really now, there is no way she could have fought against the death eaters last year if she was scared of mashed potato! The laughter soon stopped as the mudblood rose to her feet at send a strawberry flan hurling in the Slytherins direction. Moving swiftly to the side she smirked as it missed her, and landed with a splat on a younger Slytherins lap. “Really Granger, no wonder you would never make the Quidditch team with an aim like that.” Patting down her silky dark brown locks she sat back down, an older Slytherin that she hadn’t really noticed before approached her. Wondering what he wanted she looked up at him as he spoke. “....Its a shame really...I guess thats Ten Points from each person. Meaning Twenty points from Gryffindor and Ten from Slytherin.. I really hate having to take points away but its a rule set down long ago. A rule I must abide by as well as you three." Pansy’s flawless face soon turned into a glare at the boy whom she now recognised as Val’lauren, head boy. “Oh really, if you were any kind of teamplayer you would not have taken points off me. You’ve just embarrassed yourself.” She said bitterly but quietly so only the Slytherins could hear. Unlike him she was a team player, and embarrassing him infront of the other houses was uncalled for. Now VECKURYUMOTO NEIN TACHACHI had joined in the little scenario they had going, and once he got involved all hell was going to break loose. Veck was not one to be messed with, and she had always respected him for that. She smiled and nodded at him as to thank him for his comment, she was indeed just giving them what they deserved. Looking over she noticed the duo attempting to leave, “Thats it traitors, runaway, you know when you’ve been defeated.”

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[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

Hermione gawped as the mash potato hit Ron in the face.
A small laugh escaped her as he yelled across and insulted Pansy, and then she raised her brow as he yelled at Val'lauren.
"Ron..." but before she could stop him he flung some ketchup at the Slytherin.
She scowled as Pansy insulted her, and then looked up as Ron offered her his hand.
Grabbing her bag and books, she took it and they walked out of the hall, ignoring Pansy's last words.
She linked Rons arm and smiled at him.
"Come on, I've got some snacks upstairs what my mum packed me for the train journey, why should we let them spoil our lunch?"

[RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY]

Ron sighed irritably as Pansy tried to give one last jibe at them before they left. Barely looking at her, he flicked his wand, sending her plate of food straight up at her face. He looked away then, pretending not to see it. He lifted up his school back, placing it over one shoulder. “You gotta wonder what crawled up that girls arse…I mean she looks like a night troll, and she’s the one trying to call other people ugly. I just don’t understand it.” He said with a shrug. Slytherins were so stuck up and their egos could use a kick down to the correct level. He’d never really done anything to her when she decided to hate him, so it’s not like this was his fault. He decided not to shout an insult back at her and take the high road. You knew that you were being stupid if RON took the high road and didn’t say anything back.

Allowing Hermione to link arms with him he walked with her towards the door of the great hall. “You know I can never turn down the offer of snacks.” He said with a laugh. “It’s totally not worth being here with those gits.” He said as they exited the great hall, leaving the Slytherins to their Snake….like….stuff. He didn’t really know what Slytherins did when he wasn’t around. Probably killed kittens and stole candy from babies, and kicked puppies. At least that’s what he assumed that they did. He had no proof, but definite suspicions on that. That and they probably took turns calling each other mudbloods, just for the practice that it would give them. He could defiantly imagine them sitting around in a circle, trying out new insults on each other. But that would require social graces, something which none of them seemed to have. He could honestly say he was baffled by this.

[HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER]

"For a split second I thought I was going to have to drag you out of there," she laughed, handing him some tissues. "You've erm, got mash all over your face."
She sighed as Ron rambled on about Pansy.
"Oh don't listen to her, " she smiled weakly. "I mean, really it's alright, I'd rather just ignore her. Because /fighting/ back is exactly what they want us to do - oh, and- talking of fighting," she looked at Ron worriedly. "We need to talk to Harry. Did he tell you about the dementor attack? He tried to brush it off that he told me in the letter but he didn't mention it in the letter at all. I mean, it must be serious if dementors /are/ actually going out into the muggle world to find him."
She bit her lip as she hunched her bag further onto her shoulder before tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear and looking at him.