Thanks so much to Crispy-Gypsy's avatar. It totally inspired me. Ask me for the link if you want to see it. It won't show up here. (sob!) (it's on deviantART)


Dedication- Crispy-Gypsy. She rules!!


Disclaimer- I own nothing. Absolutely nothing.

P.S. You can flame if you feel lead to do so...I'll feel sad, but your opinion will be there...

P.S.S. This is totally unrelated to Harry Potter, except that it happened in the past of Hogwarts and the Weasly twins are telling about it. And the legend of Clopin.


"Please Headmaster! Please!" said Clopin, papers stuffed underneath his arms as he sat in a chair in the Headmaster's office. Headmaster Callaghan smiled at his young charges, all ten of them as they sat in the extra chairs that he conjured. Clopin had even removed his earring for this occasion.

"I afraid that I can't agree to it if I don't know what it is." Callaghan said, hands folded in front of him, a smile darting about his eyes.

"Sorry, sir. Got a bit ahead of myself." said Clopin with a grin. One of the girls elbowed him hard. He rubbed his ribs as another boy snatched the papers out of his armpit and laid them on the table in front of the Headmaster. The main one, the largest one, was a replica of the Hogwarts grounds, from the castle's entry way to the Black Lake. Except for one thing. It was full of tents, booths and carnival games. Multicoloured jugglers and flame-eaters mingled with a crowd.

"We would like to have a Festival, sir. The day of Halloween, if that is alright. It'd be an all day event if possible." said the boy, eyes bright with hope.

"Really, Mr. Davis? Show me more." John Davis, as that was his name, showed the Headmaster a list of all the booths, activities and such.

"-And of course-"

"ENTERTAINMENT!" shouted Clopin, as four girls dressed in native Gypsy clothes and four boys dressed in Gypsy clothes started to dance. They spun, leaped, twirled and sang with all their hearts. The Headmaster watched with a neutral expression on his face. Suddenly they stopped.

"Come one, come all!
Leave your loops and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules
Come one, come all!
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rules
Come and join the feast of ...
Fools!!

Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Hogwarts upside down
Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day
It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!"
sang Clopin dancing around in a jesters outfit of gold, maroon, purple and black. He wore a mask and hat. Headmaster Callaghan vaguely wondered when he had changed.

"That will the sign to tell everyone to come outside." said John, still sitting by the Headmaster. The Headmaster nodded approvingly.

"Come one, come all!"continued Clopin.
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the myst'ry and romance
Come one, come all
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda
Dance!
" A colored explosion and Clopin disappeared, replaced by Esmeralda, dancing with a tambourine and with a crown on her head.

Headamaster Callaghan smiled broadly.


Come one! Come all!
Come to the Feast of Fools!!
Lazy folks forget your homework!
Come see the mystery and romance!
Halloween, the Grounds
Come ang join the Feast of
FOOLS!!

"I cannot believe that Headmaster Callaghan approved of such shenanigans." said Professor Frollo, showing one of the posters that had cropped up all over the castle overnight to Quasimodo. Quasimodo just nodded, not daring to say that it sounded like fun.

"All those irresponsible children, set loose. I shudder to think."

"W-Will you go, Uncle?"

"I am a Professor, I must go. But I shan't enjoy a moment." he snarled, clanking down his pumpkin juice goblet rather forcefully. Quasimodo quickly cleaned up the spilled drops with his napkin.

"I suppose I must go too?" he asked, not daring to look into his Uncle's face.

"No, you must stay here. Regular witches and wizards don't approve of Squibs. You'd be orchestrated and made an example of." said Frollo, patting Quasimodo on the shoulder when his face fell. "I've worked among these students all my life, and all of them are cold and cruel even to each other."

Quasimodo blinked away one tear as Frollo walked out, promising that he'd come tomorrow and that he'd be testing Quasi on the latest chapter in Transfiguration. Quasi sighed, looking out his window. He could see the Gryffindor students all gathered about Clopin as he was explaining everything with large elaborate gestures of his hands. His smile was huge. Quasi almost wished that he could be Clopin, down there. On the grass. In the sun. Surrounded by friends who laughed when he told a joke. What he wouldn't give...


"What's going on, sir?" a young Ravenclaw lad named Pheobus asked Frollo, in the week before the Festival. He had been looking out the window at the tents that were exploding in several strategic places. Clopin and a few choice others were building a stage, with two wings. The musicians would stand there, while the others danced or sang on the stage. And for all intents and purposes, Pheobus really wasn't that young. He just was in Frollo's eyes. He was a strapping lad of sixteen, he was broad enough to be a line-backer for football if he were in the United States.

"A Festival." replied Frollo, not looking at the boy.

The boy looked out the window again, sighing. He left a few minutes later, his detention over with. With another sigh (he wished it were Halloween tomorrow) he entered the stairwell, only to hear music. He followed the hypnotizing sounds to a main Hallway, near most of the large classrooms. A girl was dancing there, her raven hair catching sunbeams from the windows opposite.

Her tambourine glinted, the music came from it and the pipes that the Gyrffindor boys was playing. Weird, a goat was dancing about her ankles. She laughed, dancing with her goat. Pheobus smiled, admiring the girl and her goat. He noticed a hat, where Sickles, Knuts and a few Galleons glimmered. He reached into a pocket and pulled out all the change he had. He tossed it into the hat with a (hopefully) macho turn of the wrist. The girl smiled at him.

A sharp whistle cut the air. The music stopped and the boy and girl made to run off. The goat grabbed the hat, spilling coins all over the ground. It bleated, the girl turned back. She only had a few coins in her possession when two Syltherin students (Seventh years) came up behind her. To her credit, she showed no fear.

"What'da you want?" she said, putting the coins back in the hat.

"That's illegaly gotten money." said one, a burly boy with pimple marks all over his face. He made a grab for the hat.

"I earned it fair and square!" she snapped, yanking it out of his reach, only to have it grabbed by the other.

"If we say that it's ill gotten, it's ill gotten! Professor Frollo will be most pleased to hear about this!" The other, a skinny girl with not enough meat on her bones, yanked hard. The Gryffindor girl hung on.

"Quit it!" she shouted, tugging desperately. The girl scratched her. The dark-haired girl let go with a yelp of pain.

"HAH!" shouted the girl, holding the hat on high, spilling the coins. Pheobus thought it was high time to act.

"Hey!" he shouted, the two bullies looked in his direction. With that distraction, the girl leaped up and grabbed the hat out of the other's grip. She dashed off down the hall, still with a more than a few coins in her hat.

"Awww...ya let her get away!" said the burly boy, shoving a fist into Pheobus's face. And since Pheobus was taller, he shoved. The boy tumbled head over heels.

"Wait until Professor Frollo hears about this!" threatened the girl. Pheobus laughed as the duo ran away. He had nothing to fear. Frollo didn't care about him. He was just an average Ravenclaw kid. So what? His Quidditch buddies rounded the corner, shouting, laughing and tossing a Quaffle about. They threw it to him, he leaped and caught it.

Life was very good.


Please no flames. But if I do get them, expect high-pressured fire-hose water to come spraying it.