Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
Note: Just a little something I wrote while trying to work on another story. This scene will go into one of my stories, I just don't know which. It was fun writing this and I hope you have fun reading it.
Definition of "bedlam" -- chaos: a place or situation full of noise, frenzied activity, and confusion .
Bedlam
Dreams 'N Demise
550 words
With a sharp flick of her wand she sent a glop of the mash potatoes on her plate zooming between the tables to smack Draco Malfoy directly in the face before he could make whatever scathing comment he was about to make. For a moment he sat there in a dazed stupor, the Slytherins around him equally gob smacked. Then he quickly stood and bellowed at the top of his lungs, pulling out his wand, "who did that!" effectively stopping the sparse conversation around the hall and gaining everyone's attention.
The professors sported either bemused expressions or frowns. Snape was in his own category, looking for all the world unconcerned.
With everyone's attention on Malfoy, she took the opportunity to covertly send a glob of spiced pudding high into the air so that when it landed on the top of Malfoy's head he swayed just a bit.
Laughter rang out through the hall and even some of the professors had trouble controlling their reactions. It was the chaos she had been hopping for. She focused on her next target.
Ronald Weasley happened to be enjoying the show of Malfoy being clobbered with food. He figured that Malfoy had to have done something to seriously anger the house elves. He had no doubt that Dobby was some how behind this. He was so focused on pointing and laughing at Malfoy's expense that he didn't see through his tears the pumpkin, raisin pie sailing through the air.
Ron Weasley had received a pie in the face.
He sputtered indignantly for a moment as the hall began to turn their laughter on him. Not at all happy he rushed out of his seat, forgetting to use his wand, and grabbed the nearest dish of pastry and flung it at the Slytherin table. He was so off that the brown, white, and red desert landed on Daphne Greengrass' head who sat three people down the table from Draco.
With a shriek unbecoming of a Slytherin she and Malfoy both picked up random food items and lunched them at Weasley. Ron ducked and Hermione dodged just in time as the food sailed past her right ear. She grunted and grabbed her book off the table and slid underneath it. Mumbling all the while about "stupid, over reactive boys" and no one having an "appreciation for books and manors".
The two Hufflepuffs behind her weren't so lucky.
The professors seemed to be snapping out of their daze and had started to rise in hopes of stopping the happenings before they got even more out of control. All except Dumbledore. He simply enjoyed the idea and even though he would punish whomever was responsible he would also thank them for taking everyone's mind off the raging war outside the walls of Hogwarts.
"FOOD FIGHT!" screamed out several muggle born and half-blood students around the hall.
The professor's were too late.
Chaos had ensued so completely that no one was left untouched. With the exception of Hermione Granger whom continued to hide under the Gryffindor table reading her book, content to wait out the "senseless, juvenile act of the entire school."
Later, as everyone headed back to their dorms, no-one--and several people--would claim hitting both Snape and McGonagal with an exceptionally runny honey custard.