There had been a mention between her friends that she had been late, though for the most part Artemis's friends and fellow teachers in training would be amongst themselves doing what they did best.

At that moment so was Artemis.

Not long into the sorting hats obnoxiously choicey decisions there was a gust of air as something zipped past the students tables and straight in front of Julius. With its pause, its shape became known. A bronze intricate key with humming bird wings on it, seemingly animated enough that it legitimately had to pause and pant in a tiny, tinny sounding voice. The next thing that happened no one expected.

[b]"JUUUULLLIIIIUUUUSSSS!!!"[/b]

With the scream of utter anger ripping through the great hall, which already had great acoustics even for those with a soft voice, the large doors of the entryway burst open, earning a gasp from a myriad of the student populace. A hyppogryph reared its head before zipping on its feather clad wings straight for the chair Julius sat in. On its back, a wild eyed young woman with her unnaturally blood-toned hair trailing behind her. Around her flew several miniature sized dragons, babies she had to tend to with her messenger dragon experiments, and in her hand, her wand which she had transfigured into a silver blade. The hyppogryph careened upwards as it came near the back wall, changing its flight pattern as the woman rolled off of its back and onto the floor in front the long table separating the teachers from the students, her small dragons following. She ran up to Julius where he was wandering and would bowl him over, gripping the front of his shirt and pointing the tip of her blade to his throat, the silver only reflecting his smug-ass face. 

"Miss Page, What is the meaning of this?!" One of the ministers shrieked as she stood, outraged, began to step toward the mess Artemis had created with her wand drawn. Proffessor Gallanfrey only sipped from a goblet with the utmost grace and raised a hand to the minister as though to say 'let them be.' The minister at this point knew only too well the mess of a relationship these teachers in training had. She only glanced at the tanglement of bodies with Artemis's sword at Julius' throat. 

"Did he put wings on your key again?" She asked, an eye roll nearly present in her voice.

"YES and it's the LAST TIME he does it!!!" Artemis answered with her teeth grit, pressing the blade closer to Julius' throat in warning. Her hair wasn't up as it usually was and fell with a bit of frizz around her to midback and over her shoulders.