Chapter twelve: Violent snowballs and...gasp Romance?
When the group entered the Great Hall, it was decorated from the floor to the ceiling in fairy lights and huge real Christmas trees in each corner.
"Wow...lights..." Lemo said gazing around with her mouth open.
"Anyone got some sun glasses?" Andy said, trying to hide her eyes in Barry's shoulder, which was the right height for her.
The four house tables had been replaced with one large table, but the teachers table still remained, it seemed as though everyone who was going to eat had already come. Andy, Andrew and Don stepped forward seeing food, when a rather pickled McGonagall danced pass them. How did they know she was a tad sloshed, you ask? In her hand she held a Brandy glass, she wasn't walking particularly straight.
"Professor! You're drunk!" Andrew said preparing himself to catch McGonagall as she tipped slightly his way.
"No shit Sherlock, go tell Watson!" McGonagall giggled.
"I am Watson!"
"Oh, sorry Watson..." McGonagall said, taking a closer look at Andrew, "The years have been good to you, you don't look a day over fifteen!"
"I'm fourteen, Professor."
"Now, Watson if you're going to lie about your age, I recommend twenty-eight..."
"Professor, it's not even noon!" Andy exclaimed, changing the subject.
McGonagall went to reply, when she noticed Barry and Lemo at the door,
"You two! Do you realise what you're standing under!"
Lemo and Barry jumped back, worried about what was about to fall on them, when they noticed what McGonagall was on about. The mistletoe...
"Aw crap..." Barry said, as Lemo shuddered.
"Pucker up guys!" exclaimed Andy, as Andrew and Don made kissing noises.
"Oh grow up, you three!" Lemo said rolling her and pecked Barry on the cheek, both glowing bright red.
"Guys..." Don, Andrew and Andy sighed,
"That what you call a kiss?" said Andrew.
"Well, it's as good as it's going to get!" Replied Lemo,
"And I'm quite alright with that!" Barry added quickly.
"Well, children I must be off! I shall see you later Watson? My office, perhaps?" McGonagall said slurring her words and winking at Andrew, Andrew shuddered.
"Sorry, professor! But Watson has to meet up with Sherlock later on..." Andy lied.
"After?"
"Ah...actually he can't, he's with me," Andy said grabbing Andrew's arm and patted him on the head.
"Oh! Beg your pardon! Anyway, must be off," McGonagall turned on her heel and left muttering about getting her whisky back from the house elves.
"McGonagall's scary when she's wasted!" Lemo said popping herself down on a seat at the table.
"I'll say, flirting with a fourteen year old!"
"Vision must be screwed..." Andrew said sitting himself down beside Andy, who was helping herself to some sausages.
"Yea, I would have chosen Barry over you any day!" Lemo ducked a missile piece of toast, "Now, now children..."
"Waff ouff ffme?" Don muffled through a mouthful of bacon and egg.
"Ew! Swallow!" Andy cried throwing a piece of turkey at him.
"What about me?" Don repeated.
"What about you?" Barry answered dodging a well aimed handful of scrambled egg from Andrew. Don sighed,
"Never mind."
"What the fucking hell are you two doing?" Lemo asked watching Andrew and Andy. Andrew had his spoon held as though it was a baseball bat and Andy had a rolled up piece of toast in her hand,
"What does it look like we're doing?" she asked.
"We have no bloody idea..." Don said.
"It looks like a mad game of softball!" Barry laughed.
"What's that?" Don asked confused.
"Duh! Think about it Don! Soft - ball, it obviously involves a soft ball!" Lemo said looking proud of herself, both Don and herself being pure bloods had never heard of Softball before.
"Actually, it's sort of like what the beaters do in a game of Quidditch," Andy explained, also pure blood, but Andrew just explained it to her.
"Oh. My game was a better idea," Lemo said stubbornly.
"Course it was..." Don said laughing.
The rest of the day was spent mostly having a violent snowball fight, complete with hand built trenches, piled high with snow. It was boys versus girls, a girl from Ravenclaw had joined them, Jalayna - but everyone called her Jub. Suddenly Andy popped up from her trench, catching Barry by surprise, who had been trying to sneak up on them.
"Look out Saucey!" Lemo cried out firing a snowball lazily in Barry's direction.
"Argh! My-" Barry crippled over in pain.
"Shit! You okay?" Andy exclaimed, leaving the security of the trench. Then she was grabbed from behind by Andrew.
"Gotcha!"
"Nooooooooooooooo! Not Andy! Take Jub instead!"
POW! A snowball smacked Lemo in the side of the head - from Jub.
"I wasn't serious..." Lemo muttered.
"Haha! We're going to take you prisoner!"
"Uh-oh! He can't take her prisoner! Who knows what he'll do!"
"Lemo. Head. Gutter. Out."
"I wasn't thinking dirty!" Lemo looked shocked, then shifted her eyes, "Or was I?"
"Lemo..." Andy warned, as Andrew steered her towards the boy's trenches.
"You'll never escaped now Rose!"
"Oh I will, don't you worry! Using mostly spoons...I shall dig a hole under the trenches...Yes spoons, you shall never sus-"
Andrew covered Andy's mouth with his hand,
"You have the right to remain silent."
"If onff haf aff cwoiff doof Iff?"
"What?" Andrew asked removing his hand.
"I don't have choice do I?"
"No."
"ATTACK!" Jub and Lemo tackled Andrew and Andy to the ground, then for the hell of it Barry and Don jumped on top.
"Yea, good plan guys..." came Andy's much muffled voice, who had unfortunately got stuck on the bottom.
"I feel as though I'm a piece of baloney!" Lemo said, ignoring Andy - or perhaps she didn't hear her...
"Why's that?" Barry asked from on top of her.
"Because, you know! You have baloney in sandwiches and it's like we're a sandwich!"
"Is anyone going to move?" Andy asked.
"I like baloney..." Don said from the top.
"Same!" Andrew said loudly in Andy's ear.
"Well! I'll sleep better tonight knowing you like baloney...Now would you bloody get off me!"
"Nah it's warm here..." Jub protested.
"That's because Lemo just wet herself."
"No I didn't!"
Andy sighed impatiently,
"I was trying to motivate everyone to move!"
"Well, it wouldn't affect us anyway," Barry said, "The piss would run down."
"Lovely thought...NOW GET OFF ME!"
"Well, I can't move 'cause Jub on me."
"Well, I can't 'cause Lemo on me!"
"Barry ain't a feather either"!
"Hey Don's on me!"
Everyone tried to turn to face Don,
"Okay, I'll move..."
"No! It's warm!"
"Jub! You out here?" came a voice from a little way away.
"Yep! Timmo! I'm here!"
"Jub?" The voice was closer now.
"Yep, Timmo? I'm third from bottom...What you want?"
"Uh...okay..."
"Nice to meet you, Timmo? I would try and shake you hand, but I do believe it is stuck," Barry said.
"Okay..."
"What you want, Timmo?" Jub repeated.
"Why are you lot like the leaning tower of bodies?"
"Snowball fight," came Andy's muffled voice, she was now starting to sink into the snow, under all the weight, "Guys, just so you know...we're sinking..."
"Crap, thought that was Andrew flattening himself out..."
"What?"
"How's ya mum?"
"What!"
"Never mind..."
"Timmo? You still there?"
""Yea..."
"Want did you want?"
"Kind of forgot when I saw the tower..."
"Yes. Yes it's all very disturbing and heavy I might add..." Andy said.
"Well we're all disturbing people!" Lemo said.
"Speak for yourself!" Barry cried.
"You're weird!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yea you are!"
"Nope!"
"Yep!"
"Nope!"
"Yep!"
"Nope!"
"Yep!"
"Nope!"
"Yep!"
"Nope!"
"Yea you are Saucey!"
"No-"
"Would you guy fuck u-"
"ARGH!"
Suddenly the tower came crumbling down, taking everyone by surprise - including Jub's brother who got knocked over like a bowling pin, by Barry as he fell from near the top.
"I have to say, we did stay a tower surprising long..." Lemo stated.
"Too long..." Andy said, peeling herself out of her dent in the snow, which was quite deep.
"So who did disturb the tower?" Jub asked glaring around, "I was warm!"
"And I was upright," Timmo muttered, picking himself up off the ground.
"I did, you guys weighed a ton! I mean c'mon three teenaged boys!" Andy said, "And I was cold..."
"Aw! You poor child!" Andrew joked as Andy pulled him and Don up.
"Yes poor Andy!" Lemo pulled Jub and Barry up.
"Well, I'm going inside..." Timmo said, looking warily at everyone, who seemed to be pairing off. Barry was trying to get a twig out of Lemo's hair, as Andrew and Andy were brushing each other down, while Jub and Don started talking about, Don's much loved Quidditch.
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including this disclaimer:
"I don't own anything here, AND ESPECIALLY (is that how you spell it) SMOKEY JOE! HE IS LEMO'S CREATION!"
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