<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ywYzqkz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>  Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform with a hidden ferret inside the jacket.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXlklaJrbkampindexamplistPLswfjkEBURncnToUhLBRZCjCJO">Soul Coughing - Super Bon Bon</a><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Fez is a food thief!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday, Hufflepuff table</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Laughing at the animated badger came easy, and it echoed out along the table for all those who could see it. Addison was so distracted by this she didn’t manage to snag Fez in time. The ferret escaped her inner coat pocket to scurry across the table, undulating as he went. First it was to the edges of Curt’s plate; snatching up mashed potatoes that were shoved into his pointed mouth, hand over fist. “<acronym title="You little shit!"><em>Þú litla skít!</em></acronym>”Addison swore and leaned across to snatch him, but the fat tube rat quickly ducked out of her way towards Loveday, who was further from Addison's reach. She also had the golden prize.<br/><br/>He was on her drumstick like a rabid dog. Flecks of meat, skin and seasoning were tossed up into the air like confetti, and his snorts of glutinous joy almost drowned out Rhy’s hurled insults. Even when Loveday knuckled down on the table and challenged the Gryffindor back, Fez took both hands around the drumstick and began to push it push it down his throat.<br/><br/>“That’s quite enough!”<br/><br/>The ferret chewed faster, stopped when Addison reached over the table for him again, and then began hissing and backpedaling as he avoided her outreached hand. Over Loveday’s plate, across a bowl of peas, into the plate of a new first year -splattering jello across three different students because of that detour- before finally tripping over his tail and landing on a platter full of shepard’s pie.<br/><br/>Before he could start shoveling his latest obsession into his cheeks, Addison pulled out her wand and pointed it at Fez. “Wingardium Leviosa.” He was bottom heavy. As soon as his booty began to rise in the air, he pinwheeled back towards the shepard’s pie and cursed his little arms for being so short. The ferret didn’t manage to grab onto anything to fight the spell, so he proceeded to shovel as much food into his mouth as he could before he was out of reach.<br/><br/>By the time he reached Addison, the scoundrel was swimming through the air, eager to get away but fully aware that he wasn’t getting out of it this time.<br/><br/>Addison snatched him by the middle and sighed. “Tergeo.” Food particles that matted his hair was washed away with her spell, leaving his fur mess free.<br/><br/>He burped once, loudly, smacking his lips.<br/><br/>With pink cheeks and a bashful smile, the Icelandic woman finally sat down again and was finally able to answer Loveday’s question. “He’s an absolute<em>wretch</em>. I thought my parents were going to skin him when he got into their wine cellar. He was drunk for a week!”