“James, don’t!”

But it was too late; Albus gawped and Rose peered over his shoulder in silent horror. From across the corridor, James launched a wad of thick pink Droobles bubblegum from what appeared to be an enchanted slingshot and howled with laughter as it whizzed straight the bars of Albus’ brand new owl cage...
 

 When the discussion had died down and the protesting Sorting Hat had been carried from the Great Hall (‘Do I not get to take a bow, at least?), an impossibly loud cough came from the Professor’s table. Albus craned around his neighbour to find out who was responsible, only to find the Headmaster waiting to begin his speech.