On the second day of Christmas, McGonagall gave to me,
Two moving paintings,
And a staff choir singing out of key.
The noise was still going. Everyone in Gryffindor could hear it, even up in their dormitory, with several silencing charms, the door barricaded, and a pillow over their heads.
When the noise (hippo?) stopped, everyone sighed in relief, and started to work on their things before it started up again.
The portrait hole opened up, and Professor McGonagall stepped in. She was holding two large packages, and everyone gulped. It was an ominous situation. Which made it a big surprise when she smiled (It looked very odd on her strict face) and said:
"Merry Christmas!"
Everyone audibly gasped, except for Ron, who still had the earplugs in, and was still doing his ever-so-late homework.
"I thought I'd brighten up the common room for you!"
She unwrapped the parcels, and two moving portraits beamed up at them, draped in tinsel and sparkles.
Hermione ran, her eyes offended.
"Hello!" said one. "My name is Sophie, and I can tell we'll all be SUCH good friends!" She squealed.
"What's the point," said the other one, a man. "We'll all die anyway. Life, what's so good about life?"
"Oh, don't mind him, that's Marvin," Sophie waved her hand dismissively. "He's such a spoilsport."
Professor McGonagall hung the paintings up, while Harry rested his head on his lap. This was going to be a long Christmas holidays.