Hey! I haven't written a story in like... checks forever, so don't eat me! Please enjoy! As someone wise once told me, 'R&R is very good, as long as it doesn't mean railroad!' So R&R...Read and Review! Charlotte LaRouge

A soft snow cascaded gently against the high walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sometime in early January. The sound muffled by the snow, the outside was almoost like the other side of the mirror. Once could barely hear themself think inside the school. The sound was so loud, so intense, that it-

"Ron, watch out!" A crashing sound was heard as ron comprehended Hermoine's warning too late and crashed headlong down the stairs that had just moved. She gasped as he slammed just below the woman's portrait hanging there, shaking the wall. Harry and Hermoine ran down the stairs where Ron was sitting, dazed, with a flower vase on his head and a very pissed off portrait behind him.

"Really, the nerve!" The woman huffed, stalking out of her frame to discuss, with horrible drama, the disaster which had just befallen her.

"Ron, are you okay?" Hermoine inquired just as Harry pulled the vase off of Ron's head.

"Uhhh..." Ron moaned, shaking his head. Suddenly his face lit up with a smile. "Are you joking? That was a bloody blast!" Hermoine rolled her eyes and sighed as Harry lifted Ron to his feet. "Thanks, mate."

Hermoine raised her chin and began to walk away slowly. "When you two are finished making googly eyes at each other, don't forget to come to the Great Hall as Dumbledore directed. A/N yes, Dumbledore is still alive. Deal.

Ron ran and caught her shoulder, keeping pace. "Aw Hermoine, what could be so important?"

"Aw Hermoine, meh ne ne meh neneh!" A mimicing voice called from behind. Ron turned, exasperated.

"What do you want Malfoy?" The Slytherin grinned malevolently. "I just came by to watch the show. Fantastic landing, Weasel. Though I do agree with you on one thing. Nothing that old Dragon could say could be all that important."

Harry glared angrily at Draco, who was walking away cackling to his cronies, and called out after him, "You watch that forked tongue of yours, Malfoy!" Ron slapped him a high five as they heard Draco's laughter die out like a candle.

Hermoine turned, sniffed, and continued walking, Ron and Harry keeping in tow. The mixed conversations of other students floated towards the Golden Trio.

"Blimey, mate, what do you think it could be?"

"Just about anything, I imagine."

"I heard we are having more classes!"

"And you would be excited about that, Ravenclaw."

"I heard it's an event, and some old students are comming back."

The Golden Trio stopped dead in thier tracks. Old students? More than one? Oh no... one of them thought. They started jogging towards the Great Hall, nobody in their way. They ran in and sat in their usuall seats, Ginny joining them on one side and Neville on the other. Ginny smiled bashfully at Harry, who still didn't seem to notice. A/N bloody moron

Suddenly the doors slammed open as the morning post flew in. A letter dropped off at Ron, a magazine at Hermoine, and, as usual, nothing for Harry. Hermoine started reading immediately as Ron slowly opened his letter.

Dear Ronnykins,

Sorry to be such a bother, are you and Ginny doing alright? We miss you, little brother, and sister (let Ginny read this too) and we just want you to know our shop is doing great. We're on a temporary leave, so the shop is under new management. We just wanted to tell you so you know if mom starts freaking out at you. Tell her NOTHING under no circumstances. Oh, and this old bird is a rental, give him something good to eat.

Love Always, Fred and George.

PS: That box of candy in your suitcase? Don't eat it.

Ron gulped, glad he hadn't. Hermoine, reading it over his shoulder, fed her bird and his while giggling softly. Ron sighed and stuffed the letter in his robe pocket. Ginny could read it later.

A snicker was heard from behind and they all turned to see Draco and Pansy making fun of them, as usual. Suddenly they noticed something, though it took Ron a few extra moments. Dumbledore was no where in sight. The hush around grew steadily less, being intertwined with whispered conversations, which turned into not-so-whispered ones. A lound thumping came from the Head Table, which came from a teacher crashing his staff on the ground. They quited and looked up, watching as Dumbledore came around to the front and stood infront of his seat.

"Now," he began, "we all know that while you are here for breakfast, that is not the only reason. We do have a few announcements, which will be touched on later. But for now, we eat!"

As usual, food appeared on the table and they tucked in readily. Bewteen sips of juice and bites of egg, Ron turned to Hermoine. "So Hermoine, think you could help me later on with my Potions essay?" By help he means sit with him and write it for him, she knew, but said, "Of course, Ron. Harry, you too?" Harry nodded, face full of an apple crumble.

After the meal, the full students turned their attention once again to Dumbledore, who had risen from his seat. "Now, the annoucement. I have been informed by some of my teachers," Dumbledore paused here, as he watched students turn all eyes to Snape, who sneered back, "that many student are lacking liveliness in class. Therefore, instead of taking a whole class on it," Here most of the Ravenclaws sighed, "it is my great pleasure to introduce the concept of," He paused, relishing the anticipated expression on all his students' faces, "a Spring Play."

Okay, first chapter up. Please R&R, flamers will not be tollerated. Thanks bunches and hope you enjoy the rest!