What happened next.

I don't own anything recognisable.

Anyone want my dirty laundry? Because that is all you will get if you sue me.


Across the magical world there were mixed reactions to the special edition of the Daily Prophet.

None were more extreme than at Malfoy Manor. The screams and cries of outrage would be heard from nearly a mile away. Fortunately for them, the Malfoy's owned all that land so no one heard them.

"Exposing us to that filth. Who is this so called queen? Why are we supposed to do what some muggle bint said? We are NOT going! I don't care how much it costs I am not going to any mud bloods class!" All three Malfoy's were shouting and not hearing what the others were saying.

After several minutes Narcissa calmed enough to start to think.

"Enough! We need to think clearly and carefully about this. The Malfoy name is still under suspicion after the dark Lord's defeat and the fines alone would wipe us out financially. And that is before they tax us over three quarters of our income. We cannot afford to mess this up. Yes, we have to go. But who said we have to pay attention? Or learn anything? We could just take a book and read through the whole class time. We will still be registered as being there so there will be no problem there. And we can still appear to be 'trying' to blend in."

"Brilliant, as always my dear." Smirked Lucius.


At a small house in Devon that looked like a chess piece there was a totally different attitude.

"Well this will make things easier Daddy." Said Luna.

"How so, Pumpkin?"

"We saw all those taxidermyed Crumple horned snorkacks in that shop window, remember? So now we can go ask where they got them from and find some live ones to show our readers!"

"Wonderful! The best idea since Nargle repellent!" Xeno grinned.


Comments like "I don't care about muggles one way or the other." "Why we have to mix with them I will never understand." "I don't like it but if the Ministry is telling us to go then I'm going." "I cant afford not to go with fines like those" were heard in magical households throughout the country. No one thought seriously about not attending. They would just have to grin and bear it.