Silently, Charlie cheered when the glob hit Ignacio right on the back of his head. It served him right for being such a jerk this year, and it wasn’t his fault if karma was finally catching up with them. The young Ravenclaw wiped his head before turning his attention toward Charlie, who scowled the moment their gazes met. Of course Ignacio was ready with the insults, although he was doing just as well as Ignacio was in etiquette. (Only because he didn’t want to be as unsophisticated when people were comparing them.)
His lips turned into a frown as he leaned forward slightly. “I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be creative, but that insult was as lame as they come.” Of course it was the opposite of what he thought, but Charlie wasn’t going to admit that aloud. Blue eyes flickered with anger, and before the Gryffindor could stop himself (Ignacio always was able to quickly get under his skin), he was getting up from the long stool of his own table to go stand next to Ignacio.
“You want a food fight?” He snapped, reaching ahead of him to grab a handful of mashed potatoes that he quickly moved to shove in Ignacio’s smug stupid face. Hopefully his aim was good enough without being able to actually see what was happening. “Then you got one.”
His lips turned into a frown as he leaned forward slightly. “I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be creative, but that insult was as lame as they come.” Of course it was the opposite of what he thought, but Charlie wasn’t going to admit that aloud. Blue eyes flickered with anger, and before the Gryffindor could stop himself (Ignacio always was able to quickly get under his skin), he was getting up from the long stool of his own table to go stand next to Ignacio.
“You want a food fight?” He snapped, reaching ahead of him to grab a handful of mashed potatoes that he quickly moved to shove in Ignacio’s smug stupid face. Hopefully his aim was good enough without being able to actually see what was happening. “Then you got one.”
