I am REALLY sorry about the two-month delay! I've just been really busy recently with school starting up. A thousand apologies! Please R&R!

Chapter 6- Any Nourishing Substance that is Eaten, Drunk or Otherwise Taken into the Body to Sustain Life, Provide Energy, Promote Growth, etc. + A Battle or Combat (In other words, a Food Fight)

Lily's POV

All of my friends and my frienemy sat at the Gryffindor table, and, like so many others in the Great hall, we were waiting anxiously for the letters from the Scamanders. I glanced over to where they were sitting at the Ravenclaw table; it seemed like they were working their arse off, yet somehow they managed to keep owls in the air, causing chaos in the aerial section of the Great Hall.

"Do you have your galleons ready?" Jane asked.

Phillip and I nodded. "Prepare to be five galleons poorer," I told him.

"Actually, each of you is going to be thirty galleons poorer," Jane corrected. Morrigan and Caroline had also taken out bets that we would get each other.

We're frienemies, not love interests! I thought, glaring at them, each friend/frienemy in turn.

"Looking at something, weirdo?" Phillip asked when I glared at him.

"Just the size of your overlarge nose," I replied, smiling sweetly.

Phillip blinked as he tried to think of a good retort. "Well… your nose is larger than my nose!"

I snorted. "Is that the best you could come up with?"

Phillip paused. "Is your mum a pig? Because you definitely snort like one."

Weasleys are recognizable by their unusual ginger hair and their protectiveness for other Weasleys (or Potters in my case). So Phillip's comment about Mum stung. I knew exactly how to get him back, though.

"Do you like the Holyhead Harpies?" I asked.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" Phillip looked so confused, and I smirked.

"My mum, Ginny Weasley, was the player that led them to triumph over all the other Quidditch teams," I explained, smirking.

"Ginny?" Phillip asked, gawking. The gawk faded, though, and an evil light lit inside Phillip's eyes. I knew he was forming a cutting retort. "I would've never guessed. I mean, your mum is so hot and you're so ugly!"

Something about that remark sent me over the edge. I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be my orange juice, and threw it at him. The sticky orange liquid exploded on him, covering his face and plastering his hair.

Phillip angrily retaliated by grabbing a handful of scrambled eggs off of Morrigan's plate and launching them at me. The eggs were scrambled soft, too, so wet yolk stuck to my hair while yellow chunks of egg slid down my face.

"Get your own food, Egg-head," Morrigan snapped, flinging a sausage at Phillip.

Jane giggled. Morrigan turned and glared at her.

"What are you laughing at?" Morrigan demanded.

"Egg-head. And he stole eggs from you," Jane said through bursts of laughs.

Morrigan glowered. "No pun intended." To prove her point, Morrigan took a stick of above room-temperature (melted) butter and threw it at Jane.

"Don't start a food fight," Caroline warned.

I think we were lucky, considering Erica wasn't in the Great Hall when Caroline said that, or things would be more chaotic, but we had something that was pretty close to her: Fred and James. I looked over towards the two older boys, who were wearing creepily-identical grins.

Three, two…


A half-eaten, syrup-covered pancake soared over the heads of the Gryffindors and slapped a Hufflepuff in the head. A Ravenclaw bewitched a syrup container to fly around and pour hot maple syrup onto un-expecting students. Slytherins were flinging random objects at people- sharp random objects. Owls hooted and fluttered back and forth, trying to dodge the raining food. The professors were trying to get a grip on the students again, but the chaos only rose faster.


All heads turned towards the professors' table where Professor McGonagall stood with her wand to her throat. She glared down on all of the students. She put her wand back into her robes.

"Thank you," she said curtly. "Now, I trust that none of you will ever submit yourselves to such outrageous and rude behavior again. James Sirius Potter and Fred Charlie Weasley, I will see you in my office."

I heard my brother and cousin groan. It would suck to start the year off with a detention, but if anybody could get a detention on the first week back, it was Fred and James. But I'm sure Phillip could do it if he really tried.