Flying food? [Open]

[Francis Bonnefoy]

Francis dashed through the mainhall, his hair was falling perfectly as he did so. He blew a handkiss towards two first-year students. One of the girls shyly looked away and the other one just giggled and smiled at Francis. He chuckled and continued to make his way to the cafeteria. He sat down at a table which was still empty. He was waiting for his friends.

Too hungry to actually wait, he opened his bag and fished out homemade lunch. He smiled to himself quite satisfied and proud of it. He caught some people looking at his lunch with envy in their eyes. His smile widened. He liked attention. He wasn't teasing them or something by unwrapping it slowly. No if they asked he would gladly make something for them too. In return for something else, of course. Perhaps a small kiss? Dieu- what a wonderful deal that would be.

Though his moment of satisfaction and self-adoring didn't last long as carton of yoghurt came flying and splashed open right on his delicious lunch. Some girls around him giggled and laughed. Now there are three things that you should not do. One: Ruin Francis' home made lunch or waste food for the matter. Two: Ruin Francis' clothes and hair. Third: the worst of all, laugh at him.

Not needing to tell now that his smile dropped immediately and his eyebrows formed a rare frown. He grabbed the first thing he could find. In this case it was a salad and threw it at the person, who he thought had thrown it.



[OoC: Please, don't hate me if I put it in the wrong sectiong. I didn't know where to place this and I was carving to do something and couldn't come up with something better.]

[Emma Willems-Dubois]

Emma walked into the main hall, and looked around at all of the other students. The year was still only beginning, and even though she was 6th year, she was a transfer student, which meant she knew hardly anyone.

She came down to the main hall looking to meet some more people. There were lots of people. She started walking around through everyone, looking for someone to start talking to. But they were almost all in groups, which she didn't want to invade, or looked like they didn't want to be bothered.

Sighing, Emma stood still for a moment. She could go back to her room and read some Tintin comics. Or find Ivan so she could work on some Russian. Then she remembered Miss Adrienne's offer to do some gardening to--

Behind her, there was some laughter. Interested, Emma turned around to see what was happening. As soon as she did, a salad landed right in the face. She stood there, shocked, as most of it fell down to her feet. Some of it still stuck to her face and hair thanks to the salad dressing.

She looked down. Her uniform was covered in drips of the dressing and random bits of the salad itself. She could feel it running down her face and dripping from her hair. There was more laughter. She looked around to see who did it, and found that a few meters across from her was a boy at a table who looked suspiciously like he'd just thrown some food at someone. "What was that for?" she cried as she marched over to him, cheeks burning with embarrassment.