Harry knew it was a bad idea to get Fred and George into old-time movies. The twins had seemed captivated by the non-magic moving pictures. Known Harry looked back, he realised that it was probably the pranks the children at the boarding school/town/village/whatever had pulled.
And, of course, the one plan they had gained from it was a food fight.
Harry was pulled out of reverie by Ron howling as he was covered in gravy.
He dug his hands into a plate of mashed potato, laughing through the horrible feeling as it went under his fingernails and throwing lumps of it at Fred.
The twins had leapt onto the Griffindor table with absolutely no warning and declared a food fight. Most of the purebloods had no idea what that was, despite the obvious name, but all confusion was soon cleared up as George reached down and grabbed a bread roll and bounced it off a random Slytherin's head.
The entire Slytherin table had shot to their feet, armed with platters of salad and roast chicken.
Wands were flourished and the air was thick with food and shouted enchantments. Mashed potato was overturned over heads but magic soon made way for plain old-fashioned dumping-a-boat-of-gravy-on-a-friends.
After a good ten minutes, it showed no signs of stopping, the teachers had given up trying to rein the students in and the platters were refilling the second they were empty.
Everyone was laughing, mock-cursing their friends without malice. Friend turned against friend and sibling against sibling, as dessert was served. Immediately pies were flying, pretty much everyone had custard or whipped cream on their faces.
(A few dating couples had been attempting to lick it off of each other but getting distracted in a room full of blood-thirsty teenagers is never a good idea)
Ravenclaw had built up a defensive wall of platters and interlocking plates, a makeshift catapult firing off Victoria Sponges.
Hufflepuff were apt at throwing items at just the right people to ensure the fight wouldn't be ending anytime soon.
Slytherins were slowly infiltrating other tables, taking their supplies and setting allies against each other.
Griffindor were stupidly throwing themselves in front of each other trying to shield them from deadly strawberries and ribbons of whipped cream.
The laughter died almost straight away when there was a yell from the teachers table. Every eye turned to see McGonagall, eyes wide with shock, covered in cream, banana, custard and pastry, all slowly sliding down her face.
No-one said a word, glancing among themselves to attempt to identify who invoked the wrath of Professor McGonagall.
"Albus." She almost spat, her hand inching towards a goblet full of what was probably wine on the table.
Her hand reached it and she threw it up to Dumbledore's face, soaking his beard and robes.
The entire school was in uproar as Dumbledore grabbed an aerosol of whipped cream and aimed at McGonagall and when she was taken out, turned and gave Snape a face-full of sweetened cream.
He gagged and threw an ice cream scoop at Dumbledore's head, only succeeding in knocking off his hat.
Within minutes of the abrupt pause, everyone threw themselves back into the fight with even more gusto and laughter.
