It was Valentine's day. Love was in the air. Couples hold hands while sitting down for breakfast. The great hall had some decoration. Today the pancakes were heart-shaped. You know the drill. The hall was buzzing with hormones working. The whole spectrum of teenage relationships were visible this morning. From the shy giggling and admiring from afar, couples completely comfortable with each other, the once that were a bit too open about public affection, and the many singles to who mornings were bad enough and with the whole Valentine's vibe nearly unbearable. The teachers had some quite conversions, watched the students with suspicious eyes and had to decide when they had to step in when students greeted each other a bit too euphoric. It was a reasonable quit morning.
This ended the moment, when loud rock music was heard behind madam Hooch. She and all other teachers startled and turned around to see something in the air. It was pink, very pink and heart-shaped. It carried a little basket with a couple gnomes in it, who played music and began to sing.
You are always a bit out of reach
Chasing the stars
Higher, faster, stronger
You never have time to look back
Eyes fixed on the goal
Faster, stronger, higher
You determinism drives you further
You never give up
Stronger, higher, faster
The teachers still stared at the hot air balloon when a second one rose up behind Snape. It's time the song was slower and more heartfelt. The first students giggled.
In a cocoon of sarcasm and greasy hair
You hide your fragile soul
You hurt those around you,
To not be hurt by them.
Dooon't let them then come close
Don't feel, don't show
Sooo afraid that somebody sees your scared heart
If nobody sees you can pretend to be whole
Ohhhhhh let me take your heart
I will help you heeeeaaalll
Let me tell you, you are the only one
That can pull the 'wash-my-hair-once-a-year'
Because to us you are so much more
Because you are
After a small pause the tone of the gnomes changed to a fast, childish one and they started to dance the chicken dance.
Schni-schna-Snapy
Snapy-Snapy-Snape
Slowly the faces turned from shock to confusion as they looked between the two flying objects. In a beautiful curved handwriting the letters WWW were written on them. The first connections built in the teachers minds, as fast, up beating music started behind Professor Flitwick.
He's the danger you won't see come
He is the Flick-Flitmaster
With just a wink has you charmed
He's the Flick-Flitmaster
For him ass kicking is second nature
He's the Flick-Flitmaster
Who has the hottest moves on the floor?
The Flick-Flitmaster
He's the danger from below, wohaow
The Flick-Flitmaster
Flick-Flitmaster
By then all students giggled and laughed at the silly songs. This was enhanced by the fact that some of the gnomes jumped out of the basket onto the table and danced. Minerva McGonagall's eyes fixed on her house table and searched the seats for two redheads. Before she found her targets one more balloon appeared over Dumbledore. This time without background music, just deep a Capella voices sang. It's not that the Gryffindor head didn't see the humor in the situation, but appearance had to be maintained.
When the sea is stormy
And the waves are high (oh D, oh D, oh D, oh D)
When all hope seem lost
There is only one man I trust (oh D, oh D, oh D, oh D)
Sheer us through the hurricane of chaos
Oh please bring us back home (oh D, oh D, oh D, oh D)
Oh my captain D (oh D, oh D, oh D, oh D)
Oh my captain D (oh D, oh D, oh D, oh D)
McGonagall found the Weasley twins at the very end of the table, looking by far too innocent to be believable. She suppressed her impulse to jump up immediately when she saw another balloon behind Dolores Umbridge. Now this got her interest. Their punishment could wait an other minute or so.
Dolores, oh Dolores
You incarnation in pink
Ohhh, we were taught by our
Muuuuuuuuuuum
If you have nothing nice to say
Say absolutely nothing.
So all we can tell you is
Absolutely nothing
But pink is really not your color
After the song ended those little gnomes pulled faces at the disliked teacher. Umbridge turned an unbecoming shade of red that clashed terribly with her pink dress. McGonagall saw her terrible co-worker was about to get up.
/ Oh no! This... this person won't punish my students!/, she thought darkly before getting up herself quickly. "I'm going to take care of this, please excuse me."
"I'm having a shoe in on it, too, just to make sure everything happens right and proper.", Flitwick added. The look he shared with her, told her that he wanted to keep Umbrigde out of this as much as she did. McGonagall gave him a short nod and took a step away from the table. Before she heard a note, she felt the balloon rising behind her. She didn't turn around and vigorously walked down the corridor between the student tables. The heart-shaped messenger followed her on her way.
Minerva, just pulled a prank
Got an idea in my head,
Pulled my wand, now it's fun,
Minerva, weekend just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown out all away-
Minerva ooo,
We just mean to make you laugh-
Now tell us our punishment for tomorrow-
We laugh on, laugh on, as if detention didn't matter-
She and Flitwick reached them with the last verse. She stood to her full height and glared down on them.
"Fred,", she started, only to be interrupted by said person.
He looked at her adoring and answered, "Minerva".
With an hard glare she continued, "and George".
The other twin followed his brother's example in the same way, "Minerva"
"Weasley!"
"When was the last time-", Fred started a sentence that George continued, "-we told you, that you have the-", only to end it together, "-most beautiful green eyes? Sorry Harry you are a close second!".
Successful she fought the small blush that wanted to creep on her cheeks. "You two! Detention for the weekend and no Hogsmed visit for you!"
"But Minerva!"
"25 points from Gryffindor! And don't call me that."
"Oh, can't we talk about it? Coffee?", George offered her a streaming cup.
"Chocolate?", Fred somehow produced a box filed with little chocolate hearts.
"Eating anything you offer me or just had the chance to come close too? It's not going to happen, ever!"
Nobody could say that she hasn't been strict enough with her own house and bad behavior that was reasonable punished by her couldn't be punished by others. She sharply turned around, only to by met with the hot air balloon behind her. The gnomes in the tiny basket blew hand kisses at her. With a flick of her wand a big hole appeared in it, the offending object rapidly and uncontrollable flew away from her and disappeared with a little 'puff'. In a fast pace she stalled away from them back to the teacher's table.
Flitwick stayed a moment longer. "Just out of interest, what kind of song was that for me?"
"Oh, you like it?", Fred asked back, but George asked the question anyway, "It was lousy based on one of this muggle thingies. Moofies!" "I think, it's movlies.", his brother corrected him. "Well, what ever. It was called Ghostbusters. Completely ridiculous!" "But the song was catchy!"
The little professor nodded in agreement, "Yes, it is."
The twins faces broke in identical grins, "And that's easy you are the Flitmaster."
The little man in front of them straight his back and fixed them with a hard look. For a moment the twins were unsure what went wrong. "For you, young men, it's still Flick-Flitmaster. That was some impressive charm work. Ten points for each of you."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't get money for this.
A.N. This I should do: become a song writer! AndMcGonagoll's song is of choose an homage to Queens.'