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It had seemed like an ordinary dinner at first. The four houses were talking and eating as normal, barely taking notice of the fact that the teachers had all left the Great Hall and had left the Head Boy and Girl in charge. All that was due to change though.
As I turned to Remus to ask him about the next prank I saw a plate of food heading straight towards the face of Sirius Black. Before I could call a warning or cast a deflection spell he was the face by a plate of pork chops.
"Who threw that?" His voice was a low growl, making him sound like a feral canine. Fitting since his nickname is Padfoot and his animagus form is the largest dog you ever saw. He wiped the sauce off of his face and stood up to look around the Great Hall.
His eyes roamed over the whole hall, but there was only one possible source of attack. The Slytherins, seated at the next table along, were roaring with laughter, pointing at jeering at one quarter of the Marauders. Sirius' face went red and he reached for the nearest bowl or plate, never taking his eyes off of the offending house. I helpfully pushed a plate nearer his searching hand.
"FOOD FIGHT!" I ducked as Sirius launched a plate of mashed potatoes straight at the blonde head of Lucius Malfoy. Personally I would have thrown the plate of beetroot, but it was Sirius' choice. I couldn't help but laugh as Malfoy's retaliatory strike hit Peter in the back of the head
Within seconds the two rival houses of great Gryffindors and slimy Slytherins were flinging delicious missiles as fast as the House Elves could replenish the supply of food. I could see stray plates, poorly aimed or magically deflected, hit students amongst the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. This got me angry. Ravenclaws were always fair targets, but Hufflepuffs were out of bounds, even to a Marauder. I snagged a plate before Remus could and threw it. As soon as it was airborne I realised that it was onion soup. Whoever got hit by that was going to smell for weeks.
As the battle raged on, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs no united against the Slytherins, I noticed the return of the teachers. Dumbledore simply smiled and nodded, but McGonagall looked fit to explode. I nudged Remus in order to get his attention. There was a chat he hadn't been seen yet and I didn't want him to lose his Prefect's badge.
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" Plates and bowls clattered to the floor, metallic crashes punctuated by the soft splats of hand held food being dropped. I stepped up, pulling at my partner as I went.
"Sorry Professor. Things got out of hand too quickly." I hung my head in mock shame, knowing that all except the Slytherins would follow my lead.
"Who started this...this chaos?"
"It was Severus Snape Professor. He hit Sirius with a plate of pork chops."
"Very well. I will accept your version of events. You and Mr Potter will organise the Slytherins into a clean up crew to sort out this mess." McGonagall stalked off, and James punched the air behind me.
"Good one Lils. You'd have made a good Marauder!"