The second term for 7th year NEWT students is always a risk because most of the work is self regulating. Of course, I never have any NEWT students which is a pity because the Goblin Rebellion of 1322 is fascinating and needs much more time devoted to it than what is available during the lower year classes. Pranks are inevitable I suppose but what with those two Weasley boys in their final year; we ought to have known it would be something spectacular.
That young Potions Professor, Snape, came in at four-thirty exactly, as he does every Tuesday. He took his teacup and went to his same chair and started reading his copy of the Daily Prophet and sneering at something or another on the front page. I went back to grading my papers and being dead. Something didn't seem right, however, and it got even more strange when that new-fangled wireless turned itself on. Some awful sound that these youngsters call music. Give me the classic concertos of my youth any day to this mess nowadays.
The voice on the radio growled, "I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me..."
Suddenly the Snape boy gets up and unbuttoned his collar. As a ghost, I have no idea if the room is too warm so I imagine it must be. I ignore the alteration until his outer robe is loosened and then tossed to Minerva, who was hiding her face behind a kerchief but her shoulders are shaking too hard to be mistaken for anything but hidden laughter. Next he pulled off his shoes, then the cravat and he naughtily teased his shirt from his body as he waggled his rear in Minerva's direction he was halfway to unbuttoning his trousers when Flitwick entered and turned off the wireless.
It's going to be a long year.