In detention, Harry was heading up a tree and Hermione was painting the moon.

"Gold! More gold!" Professor McGonagall said, walking past Harry and Ron.

"Paint, paint! Let's go!" she said to Hermione, then walks off.

Angelina came to Hermione all excited holding the printed article about Hermione.

"The answer is yes!" she said to her.

"Huh?" Hermione asked.

"Our scholastic decathlon team has it's first competition next week, and there is certainly a spot for you," Angelina said.

"Where did those come from?" Hermione asked, noticing the printouts on Angelina's hand.

"Didn't you put them in my locker?" Angelina asked.

"Of course not," Hermione said with a disbelief on her face.

"Oh, well, we'd love to have you on our team. We meet almost everyday after school. Please?" Angelina said,

"I need to catch up on the curriculum here before I think about joining any clubs," Hermione said.

"Well, what a perfect way to get caught up. Meeting with the smartest kids in school. What a generous offer," Angelina said.

The conversation has not gone unnoticed.

"So many new faces in detention today. I hope you don't make a habit of it, but the drama club could always use an extra hand and while we are working, let us probe the mounting evils of cell phones," Professor McGonagall said.

Coach Potter and his team were outside on the Quidditch pitch practicing for the big game.

"Come on guys, huddle up! We got two weeks before the big game starts," Coach Potter said to his team until he notices Harry and Ron missing.

"Where's Harry and Ron?" Coach Potter asked.

There was no answer. Coach Potter is not pleased.

"Don't make me ask again," Coach Potter said.

There was still no answer. Coach Potter has had it.

"WHERE'S HARRY AND RON?!" Coach Potter yelled.

"Detention," they muttered.

Coach Potter groaned in anger and storms off to the auditorium. Meanwhile in the audtitorium, Ron has fallen asleep and Harry is tickling his nose with a paper leaf.

"Perhaps the most heinous example of cell phone abuse is ringing in the theater. What temerity! The theater is a temple of art...," Professor McGonagall said.

Coach Potter arrives and is not happy.

"A precious cornucopia of creative energy," she continued.

"Where's my team, McGonagall?" Coach Potter shouted.

Coach Potter notices Harry and Ron in the prop tree.

"What the heck are those two doing in a tree?" Coach Potter said.

"It's called crime and punishment, Potter. Besides, proximity to the arts is cleansing for the soul," Professor McGonagall said to him.

"Can we have a talk, please?" Coach Potter said to Professor McGonagall, then turns to Harry and Ron. "And you two, out on the pitch, now!"

Harry and Ron get out of the tree and leave the auditorium.

In Professor Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall and Coach Potter were arguing.

"If they have to paint sets for detention, they could do it tonight, not during my practice," Coach Potter said to Dumbledore.

"If these were theater performers instead of athletes, would you seek special treatment?" Professor McGonagall said to Dumbledore.

"McGonagall, we are days away from our biggest game of the year," Coach Potter said to Professor McGonagall.

"And we, Potter, are in the midst of our auditions for our winter musicale as well! This school is about more than just young men in baggy shorts flinging balls for touchdowns!" Professor McGonagall said to Coach Potter.

"Goals! They shoot Goals," Coach Potter said.

"Stop! Guys listen!" Professor Dumbledore interrupted, and began to speak.

"You've been having this argument since the day you both started teaching here. We are one school, one student body, ONE FACULTY! Can we not agree on that?"

Coach Potter and Professor McGonagall shoot each other a glare.

"So, Coach, how's the team lookin'? Harry got 'em whipped into shape?" Professor Dumbledore said to Coach Potter.

"Ugh!" Mrs. McGonagall groaned, then storms off while Professor Dumbledore shoots a little quaffle into a miniature goalpost.

Harry and his team were out of the field after practicing.

"Durmstrang Newts have knocked us out of the playoffs three years running, and now we are one game away from taking that championship right back from 'em! It's time to make our stand. The team is you. You are the team. And this team does not exist unless each and every one of you is fully focused on our goal. Am I clear?" Coach Potter said.

"Hey, what team?!" Ron screamed to his teammates.

"Wild Owls!" they screamed.

"What team?" Ron screamed again.

"Wild Owls!" they screamed again.

"What team?" Ron screamed the third time.

"Wild Owls!" they screamed the third time.

"Wild Owls! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!" Ron and his team yelled.