House: Ravenclaw

Word Count: 1187

Category: Additional

Prompt(s): 2. Teachers and students switching roles for a day

Addition: Written in First Person

Chaos, that's what had become of today. A disaster had come out of this seemingly wonderful idea. I too had been on board with it up until today actually came around and I saw what chaotic and disastrous consequences it conjured up.

It was a seemingly innocent idea, one that couldn't harm anyone. The teachers would pick a few select students to switch roles with them for a day. I had been overjoyed because this was new and exciting. This was incredible. They drew students' names out of goblets that had charms on them to choose a random student for each subject.

Transfiguration was the first class to have a student swapped with a professor, McGonagall picking my name out of the hat. Murmurs had swept across The Hall at that because of course I would be chosen. Hermione Granger, the top of all my classes, one of the most studious Gryffindors. I was ecstatic at this; my face had lit up and not even Ron and Harry's snickers could make the feeling of happiness go away.

I'm surprised that the warning signs didn't go off in my head as the next students were chosen for their classes. I didn't pick up on it and I know I should've, I know I was expected to. The class was Potions, and let's just say Snape wasn't happy as he read the two names that laid on the piece of paper he held.

"Fred and George Weasley," he had said, depression and dread evident in his tone. I should've known at that point, that chaos would erupt and everything would be a mess when today came. But I was too excited, too overjoyed to even pay that much attention. It was a massive mistake on my part, because I hadn't paid enough attention to fit the possibilities into my planning. I was too focused on my own joy.

Luna Lovegood was called next, and although Professor Trelawney seemed hesitant to give away Divination, relief was evident on her features. I had to admit, the class seemed like a perfect fit for the girl; she was off in her own world more often than not and had an almost mystical element about her. Rumors had spread last year that she was a Seer, though she wasn't actually. She would say things that made sense to only a select few, and her words held deep meanings, despite their appearances. She was a perfect fit and I couldn't help but smile at her as she walked back towards the rest of us.

Flying was something everyone was apprehensive about. It was called right after Divination, so we didn't have to wait long to see who would take over for Madam Hooch for a day. Ginny Weasley was called and no one knew what to think. She came from a long line of Quidditch players, so that had to be an upside to the whole situation because surely she knew how to fly on a broom properly.

Yet, she wasn't on a Quidditch team and hardly anyone had seen her practice flying before. So what if she was terrible and wasn't able to do a good enough job? What if students got hurt? But I wasn't worried, not as much as my housemates were, anyway. She had a confident smile on her face and her posture was relaxed so we couldn't have had anything to worry about.

Harry and Ron weren't called, which wasn't a surprise to me, though they seemed slightly upset that I had gotten chosen when they hadn't. But besides flying, I don't think there was anything those two would be good at teaching. They weren't exactly star pupils, if their study habits could be anything to go off of, not that I'd ever tell them that. Besides, I was fairly confident in who all had been chosen as professors. But my mind had blanked on those who were teaching Potions. It was as if my mind had blocked out that detail, its task being to convince me that this was a stunning idea, and if I planned enough nothing could go wrong.

So I didn't worry. I talked with Professor McGonagall as often as I could, studying and slaving over the spells list she'd given me, an entire week I spent devising a good lesson plan for the day. The teachers would try and attend every class they could, and we'd be tasked with giving them their tables the morning of. For those who were in Gryffindor it would be my job to give them their tables, Fred and George's for Slytherin, Lavender for Ravenclaw, and Neville for Hufflepuff. I was still absolutely ecstatic.

Two nights before today occured, I had finally managed to perfect the tables and lesson plans I would be giving out. I was relieved and filled with anticipation because I simply couldn't wait. I had planned all of what would happen today in my head and it was too much to bear. Yet, I still managed, mainly because Harry and Ron sought after my time, seeing as I hadn't spent much of it with them lately due to planning. It didn't once cross my mind that things wouldn't go how I'd foreseen them to, because I didn't know anything of what the other teachers would be doing. I was blissfully unaware of the Potions fiasco that would take place.

Then this morning, it was finally time, I was ecstatic as I rushed down to the teacher's table and sat in waiting for the other's to arrive. Luna had been the first person other than me to get down into the Great Hall, Dumbledore arriving shortly after. The hall slowly filled up, and I walked down the table handing out time tables to each of the students and professors who sat at the table with red and gold.

Thing started off swimmingly, up until now that is. Lunch time. Fred and George had identical smiles on their faces when they were walking into the Great Hall for lunch. Ones I'd seen far too often that said, "Something big is about to happen." Apparently part of their 'curriculum,' if you could even call it that, was that the students had to carry their finished vials of potions with them throughout the day.

In synch with the food appearing on the tables, there was a burst of potions exploding bright colors onto each student. Which was admittedly quite hilarious at first, though once students figured out they couldn't get the colors off, the chaos started. They started a fight of colors and it was up to us teacher's to put a stop to this.

I let out a sigh and sent a cold glare at Fred and George, who stood with smirks on their faces, happy with all that they'd done. Some students were still, most didn't get into the fight or join the commotion. I didn't know Luna had been paying such close attention until she whispered into Ginny's ear. What I heard Ginny say was probably the best thing about today.

"Detention for all of you!"