When, and why?

Bright and early the next day, several of the male Slytherins in Arthur's dorm were awaken to the sound of rock music. Loud rock music. Being the pureblooded wizards they were, no one knew where the ghastly noises were coming from and very soon, the room was immersed in chaos.

Arthur sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He hit the snooze button on his magically running alarm clock and fell back onto his pillow.

In the Gryffindor dorms, a similar even occurred, only it was accompanied by obnoxious laughter.

Everyone sat in the DADA classroom, waiting for the professor to come. No one really had high hopes for the class, but many of the students had their wands out at the ready. Just in case.

America was bored. Too bored for words. He was so bored in fact, that he began to whistle the "Star Spangle Banner" before moving on to as many other patriotic songs as he could think of, which was a lot.

Canada wasn't in this class with them. Or maybe he was. (Beta: The world may never know~!)

England was just sitting and quietly reading one of the spell books like a proper gentleman. He took his wand off the desk, and not looking up, he waved it.

"Wingardium Leviousa!"

Behind him, students and desks and everything in between floated in midair. England took no notice of it until a certain American opened his big mouth.

"Dude, I can fly!" Shouted the American, waving around his hands and legs. "Now I can totally be a superhero!"

"Bloody hell!" England, finally noticing what he'd done, as soon as he lost his concentration everything fell down to the floor hard.

- OK, who was the dumbshit that turned gravity back on? – said the ameri-teen crawling back on his feet.

The second everything was back on solid ground, Umbridge had stepped into the room.

"Settle down children. Now, the lesson is started. Wands away, all of you. This will be a practical lesson…"

The class ended with Potter shouting at the professor and getting detention, Alfred ranting as loudly as he could (about how the American schools were better than British), and Arthur blowing up the room, with a simple spell for removing stains.

Potions was an unpleasant affair. For Snape that is. Who would've guessed that Alfred of all people was better at potions that the resident potions master?

At lunch something unexpected occurred.

Sitting at the Slytherin table were three foreign teens that had most certainly not been there before. One Frenchman, one Spaniard and one German (and the German was albino, no less!)

But the strangest thing was their clothing. Instead of plain muggle clothing or the occasional robes they wore something else, that made them look too flashy.

Francis – A white undone shirt with a red color, a red belt tied around his waist and black pants.

Antonio - White shirt, red robe with no sleeves, black pants and an overly large, beautifully created and decorated halberd. (He looks so cute with it.)

Gilbert – White cape with black crosses, white shirt, slack west, white pants, white gloves and black boots.

Antonio was happily chatting with whoever would listen, Gilbert was bragging to some first years about how awesome he was and Francis was hitting on several girls from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"What in the-oh, hell no! Not that bloody frog face and his cronies!" A very ** off Arthur stomped in the hall a laughing American trailing behind him.

"Oh, mon petit, Arthur." The Frenchman smirked at him. "Bonjour, how long has it been?"

"I don't know, like two days!" He answered, scowling. Swiftly, he kicked the offendingly French man where it hurt.

"HAHAHAHAHA! I don't think Iggy's happy to see you, frenchie!"

Francis just wailed in pain.

"By the way, what are you guys doing here, France?"

"France… as in, the country of France?' Asked a first year that had escaped Gilbert's clutches and was now watching them curiously.

"Yeah, well, his name is Francis, so we call him France for short." Stated Alfred, grinning like an idiot.

"Oh!" The first year nodded sagely. An odd sight indeed.

In the mean time France had gone back to his flirting as England dutifully ignored him. That stupid frog never left him alone! What did it take to get some peace once in a while?

These musings, and all other activity, were halted as someone shouted something so ridiculous even the professors stopped and stared.

"Pastaaaaa~!"

It was followed by a long rant of what seemed to be swearwords but not many of the people in the great hall knew enough Italian to really know.

All at once, hundreds of heads turned to gawk at the Griffindor table to see two brunettes that looked enough alike to be brothers. Each had an odd curl of hair on the sides of their heads.

"Lovi!" A streak shot across the hall and enveloped the darker haired one of the two. "Mi tomate! Boss hasn't hugged you yet today~!"

"Ch-chigi! Let go of me, tomato bastard!"

This seemed to break the ice as conversations resumed in the hall. Alfred strode over and grinned at Feliciano.

"Dude! I didn't know you guys were coming here too!"
"Ciao, Alfred! Ve~ Me and fratello are transfers, are you one too?"
"Sure am! Is anyone else here with you?"

The Italian shook his head and Ve'd.

"I don't know. As far as I knew it was just us, big brother Antonio, big brother Francis and also Gilbert, but now you're here too."

Alfred laughed. "As long as that Commie doesn't show I'm all good, man."

Feliciano nodded vigorously.

"I hope Ludwig and Kiku come, it's really fun when we all get together, Vee~"

Lunchtime ended in a colossal food fight that was instigated by a very bored and very ignored Gilbert, who was someone put out when he learned that students weren't allowed to have beer.

After lunch, a staff meeting was held in Dumbledore's office. Complaints from all of the teachers were heard, and they only ceased when the headmaster himself cleared his throat.

"Now, you all might wonder why I called you here." He began. "As you all know, we have a few transfer students from foreign countries this year. Let it be known now that it was not my decision."

"What do you mean Albus?" McGonagall asked. "You're the headmaster!"

"A month ago I was called out for a meeting for magic schools from around the world, and some of them thought it might be a great idea to send a few students to foreign schools, and I had no say in the matter because of the overwhelming support it got. I do not trust these transfers."

His normally twinkly eyes held nothing but steely anger.

"In case they try to harm the school in any way, I want them under constant surveillance.
- But…

- No buts Severus, that`s my decision. Now chop, chop, the lessons aren`t over yet and I need my beauty sleep.

(I just couldn`t resist!)

The professors filed out of the room, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs.