"Ravenclaw's doing a pretty decent job, though," Gerard pointed out. "Slytherin might be more wily, but they're not quite as savvy with their spellwork, or at working with the resources available." Gerard was enormously impressed with the toffee pudding catapult -- the Ravenclaws showered their opponents with stickiness, and then compounded the tarring with salad and breadstick feathering. Genius.
"And actually, I take it back," Gerard snickered. "I think the professors are coming out the losers this round." Well, as far as professionalism went, anyway. Gabe and Pete had wandered into the fray under the auspices of attempting to stop the madness, but it was only a matter of time before they started marshalling their troops. Then the madness would really start. And Mikey and Spencer were hiding under the professor's table and looked to be giggling like firsties. Gerard was tempted to send a tray of jellies their way -- Mikey looked way too clean at the moment.
"Oh, Mikey teaches me shit all the time," Gerard said, shrugging. "I even sneak in on some of his NEWT classes when I'm not busy -- I'm pants at Tranfiguration, honestly, I need all the help I can get. Being graded by Mikey, that would suck." It was one thing to recieve As and Ps from McGonagall. It'd be a whole new level of humiliation to get them from his little brother. Ugh.
Gerard followed Nate's gaze and rolled his eyes fondly at the dripping trainwreck of a couple. "They're sort of perfect for each other, aren't they?" he commented, grinning. "I can't imagine either of them with anyone else. I mean, who else could stand them?"