Word Count: 624

Letter: Z

Character: Blaise Zabini

Summary: None of the professors are anywhere to be found, and the most common thing happens at dinner in the Great Hall- a food fight! However, this ordinary event results in some things that would never have happened before…

"FOOD FIGHT!" I yelled across the room, whipping my mashed potatoes at Pansy. Man, I'd always wanted to do that.

Before I knew it, everyone was into it. Luna was tossing green beans at Ernie; Ron was taking whatever food he hadn't eaten and lobbing it at whoever was stupid enough to stand in his line of fire; even Longbottom was taking ladlefuls of soup and aiming them at random targets, ranging from Cho Chang to Crabbe and Goyle.

Even the house elves were helping us, supplying each table with more food as soon as ammunition got low. We were so lucky that none of the teachers were around at the moment, because as soon as they got back, we would all be serving months' worth of detention.

I watched as none other than Hermione Granger slapped Draco Malfoy in the face with a drumstick. How could he tell? She was giggling like mad from across the room.

He smirked and joined the party, which, until now, he had no intentions of doing. He picked up the half a steak that was left on his plate and hurled it across the room.

Apparently, he had absolutely no skill in any other sport than Quidditch, because it missed her by about three feet and hit a Ravenclaw third-year instead.

"Missed me, missed me! Now you've got to kiss me!"

Little did she know that her taunt would be taken seriously, and Draco sprinted across the room to do just that.

Little did the rest of us know that they had actually been going out, secretly, for the past three months, as we all found out later that evening.

But none of us were all that concerned about that now, when there was a food fight going on.

I took fire on the cute redheaded Weasley, Ginny. I pitched my chocolate-chip cookie at her with just enough force that I knew it would hit her, but it wouldn't hurt.

She glared at me with a raised eyebrow, and I was paying attention to her face when I saw her lift her arm and fling a handful of onion rings back at me. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there and take the hit.

Meanwhile, Potter was flipping silverware to Fred and George, who were catching them and launching them backwards toward the Slytherins with contraptions they had built from parsley, napkins, and straws.

By this time Hermione and Draco had returned to their tables and were playfully chucking food at each other.

No one noticed that the professors had appeared until they started attacking us themselves. But they weren't assaulting us with food- no, they were hitting us with potions, plants, transfigured water balloons, balls of paper, and harmless hexes.

Finally we stopped throwing food at each other and worked together to take them down. The Slytherins chucked French fries and lamp chops at Professor McGonagall. Gryffindor students shot at Professor Snape with ice cream, spaghetti, salad dressing- well, basically anything they could get their hands on. Professor Sprout was being beaten with fruit and lasagna by Ravenclaws, while the Hufflepuffs were having a ball taking down Professor Flitwick with cornbread and iced tea- with lots of lemon, which they knew he was allergic to. The house elves were working overtime struggling to make sure that the tables were stocked with plenty of things to fire with.

Finally the chaos concluded when Professor Dumbledore waved his wand and cleaned up all the mess, gesturing for everyone to return to their seats.

Oddly enough, no one disciplined us. They let us have our fun, cleaned it up themselves, and finished the abnormal evening with an, "Enjoy your meal" from Dumbledore.

Enjoy it we did.