One Saturday, at lunch...

"Hey! Blueberries stain!" he said, and sighed. "Oh well. WHOAH! is there like, every student here?"

Jennifer quickly surveyed the Great Hall, "Basically! The only people I've seen leave are stuffy seventh years and my brother..." She then quickly added, "I saw him and Will get into a fist fight!"

"No, many of them are running away. Like Leah, remember?" Anthony grumbled. He certainly wasn't very pleased, and he attempted to shake out the potatoes from his shirt. But, at the mention of his older brother, he perked up towards Jenny.

"He didn't! Who started it?!"

"Did he win?" Dianna asked. "I bet he did. Your brother's really strong. Plus, Jen.. Your brother's kinda not. No offense."

"No offense taken, Dianna!" Jennifer said, giving off the air that she agreed but wouldn't dare that it. "I couldn't really see who started it. Will threw some food, Matt did the same, then they both got extremely pissed," Jennifer's voice dropped quite low when she said 'pissed', as if she was afraid her mother would jump out and scold her, "Will tackled him, and then they just kinda wildly punched. They both just kind of walked away afterwards all puffed up."

"I just wonder who started this whole thing. Did anyone see?" Dianna asked, looking around like they'd be wearing a sign. "It's a brilliant idea, really, but kind of random."