The Idea
Professor Prince waited for all the members to arrive before she shut the door. They sat everywhere in the darken classroom: on the chairs, on the desks, on the pillows, on the stage.
"Today, class," she said, her black eyes surveying the classroom, "is a crucial class. In two weeks it is May 2nd, the fourteenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, of the final battle of the Second Wizarding War that proved victorious, with astonishing losses. Every year on that date, the United Artists' Club – the choir, the visual artists, the actors – puts on acts commemorating it. We have done so since 1999. Now, does anyone have any idea what to do?"
One by one the artists – mostly Ravenclaws, but with a Slytherin, two or three Hufflepuffs, and five Gryffindors – gave suggestions that were, in Megara's opinion, more bland the one from the others.
Their parents would probably be featured in the various skits and festivities, thought Megara, but hers wouldn't. Hell, she didn't even know what had become of her mother and her father and the skull brand on his left forearm wasn't something to be proud of, frankly. They were after all celebrating the Death Eaters' defeat. She raised her hand.
"Yes, Megara?"
"Isn't it a bit, er, unoriginal to perform Harry Potter's adventures?"
The Gryffindors gave her glares and one of the brutes mouthed Death Eater spawn much? Professor Prince gave the five of them a silencing look and turned to Megara. "Please do explain further, Miss Malfoy."
She nodded. "You are the Head of Ravenclaw, aren't you? Ravenclaw is all about being creative, witty; I don't see any creativity or wit in recreating Harry Potter's adventures year after year."
"That is a good point," Jasper Diggory pointed out.
"Yes, I know," Megara smiled sweetly at him. They were both Ravenclaws; he was one of her friends, but she quite enjoyed mocking him.
"So, Professor," she said, "I suggest we re-act the tale of the three brothers.
Her suggestion was met with outrage.
"That's a children's tale!"
"I am not going to humiliate myself by doing so!"
"It's just a dumb old tale telling us to not be greedy!"
"You wouldn't want to act out Harry Potter's achievements, your father is a bloody Malfoy!"
"Silence!" said Professor Prince. "Yes, Megara, that is a remarkable idea, because the tale of the three brothers played a large part in Harry Potter's defeat of You-Know-Who and the murder of Severus Snape, my cousin. It will make a nice change from what we are used to." The protests began again until she held up her hands. "But we will still perform other things. Megara was right about Ravenclaw's attributes." She turned to the giver of the last insult, a sixth year Gryffindor. "And this is the last time I will hear a word such as the one you used in my class, Janice."
"Yes, ma'am," muttered Janice Wood.
"Good. Now, let's begin the preparation. Moira, you run to the library and ask Madam Pince for her copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard..."
