Still don't own. This starts in Chessie's PoV.

Well, thankfully, after a very long and very tedious prank war between the Weasley twins and me, I was quite pleased to find that I had won hands down. Out of all the pranks, mine were by far more daring, more daredevil, more one-way-ticket-to-expulsion-if-caught, and more insane.

I'd even sent Professor Snape a toilet seat by school owl.

It was so worth the startled and furious look on his face when he saw what it was, and that it had writing on it in urine. I'd written it in block letters so that nobody could recognize the handwriting, and it had been most amusing. Not exactly a love letter, per se, but it was both kind and cruel at the same time, depending on who you thought wrote it.

Basically, it was a list of things everybody hated, and I loved, about him.

Then there was the one that had turned Dumbledore's beard bubblegum pink after sugar coating his precious Lemon Drops in the potion that did so. That one had lasted for weeks since he couldn't find the cause and turned to his Lemon Drops for comfort. I'd also pulled a prank on every single one of the other teachers as well.

McGonagall had received a letter that sang "What's up Pussycat?" by Tom Jones, over and over. The entire staff had burst into laughter at this, and even Snape had smiled and shook his head. Flitwick had received a squeak toy that whenever you looked at it, it mimicked his startled squeak, or another new squeak that he let out in front of it (which was often). It especially worked in front of Slytherins and Gryffindors. Professor Sprout had received a trio set of plants that sprayed her greenhouses every night with a goop so sticky that Herbology classes for a few days until she finally figured out what it was that was causing the mess. Professor Sinistra received a set of astronomy planets that spoke insane comments about chaos and kept mixing up what they meant, and it almost drove her insane, with Snape having to give her a calming draught at every meal for a week.

The Weasley twins had reciprocated, however, with a potion stuck in Snape's food (that only worked on Slytherin teachers due to a spell on it) that caused him to act polar opposite to his normal. In other words, he went ballistic and started acting like a drunk. Luckily, he didn't strip down to his boxers, even though I could tell the twins were trying to get him to, but him removing his cloak and vest was enough for the students to wonder if he'd gone insane. The best part was when he sang Jim Croce's Bad, Bad Leroy Brown as Flint and I acted it out, with me being the jealous "man". That had been funny to create a glamour charm to make him look like he was covered in blood after I'd KO'd him.

What was even funnier was that Professor Snape just kept plowing through old songs like nothing had happened. Don't Mess Around With Jim (also by Jim Croce) was next, and then, surprisingly, it was then followed by Hotel California. It was a number of songs later that the potion finally began to wear off and he went back to his seat and took a long swig of the drink in his goblet, flicking his wand to refill it and then taking another swig of it. After a few minutes the staring finally died down after he'd shot them all down with his coldest glares yet.

The best part? He doesn't remember any of it.

It was so funny that I almost wet myself in glee. But thankfully it stopped before it got that far. When I was approached about it later by him, I laughed my head off and actually did wet myself. Now that was embarrassing for the both of us. The rest of the month passed in a very like manner, with pranks still flying and the houses all erupting in chaos trying to figure out who did it (I liked to prank the Badgers and lions, they liked to prank the ravens and the snakes), and the teachers were so tired of it that they gave out detentions to whoever they thought needed it.

Which was almost everyone outside of the Slytherin house in Snape's opinion, and I agreed with him.

Finally, at Halloween, things were going great, and I placed my first bet with the twins. Now, I'm not normally a gambler, but I needed some wizard money and bad. See, this was the fastest way. By placing a bet with them that I could get Professor Snape to willingly get up and do a skit with me, that didn't involve Potions, I'd be rich. If I got him to do it, fifty galleons to me, and if not, they had money for textbooks next year. But, if I was smart, and if I played my cards right, I could do it. I'd promised them I'd do it before the end of the month, and I told Snape that I wanted to do the Halloween entertainment this year. He raised an eyebrow before I told him that I wanted to do a duet, but that he could pick the song.

In the end we went with ventriloquism, where I was the insane puppet and he was the master talking to me and trying to control me. it was really fun, and I managed to get the Great Hall laughing like there was no tomorrow on a few occasions. What was really funny was when I would get some of the audience members involved – like Dumbledore – and ask them what if situations.

I revealed Dumbledore for the hypocrite he was when I asked what he would do if he saw four Slytherins acting out in the exact same manner the Marauders did (in not so short terms) and with a little help from some Veritaserum, he told us. I then asked what he would do if the group were four Gryffindors, and he labeled the punishments he gave the Marauders. Which, as Snape and I both know, were not punishments at all, and so we revealed him for the hypocrite he was.

But of course, we had to humiliate some of the other teachers as well to make it fair. We revealed that McGonagall was a tabby cat animagus (not that it wasn't common knowledge already) and tricked her into revealing that she did, indeed, like to be petted sometimes as the cat form. Flitwick ended up revealing that he was actually part goblin, while Sprout actually cracked a joke about being in love with Filch – and then revealed that she was truly in love with the current Care of Magical Creatures Professor.

To top it off, we probably ran our new Defense teacher off by constantly picking on him. We kept teasing and jabbing at him, until finally he let out a slew of swear words at us and left the feast. We just laughed our heads off before continuing like nothing had ever happened, and I even questioned Snape about a bit of his past. Not that he revealed anything except the fact that he was the youngest Potions Master in all of Great Britain and had been teaching here since he was twenty (leaving most of us to question his age).

I finally broke down and asked him his true age, and he revealed that he was actually thirty. We gaped at how young our Professor still was – it was unheard of!

I felt the blood rush to my head after a few more questions, and he ended the pantomime as he pretended to lift me up, only to be forced to lift me up as I felt my legs give out from under me sheepishly.

I guess there is such a thing as too much excitement.

So, what do you think of the Halloween trick? Do you like it? I kind of wanted her to act out Achmed the Dead Terrorist, but he hadn't been invented yet. Imagine her with Achmed's and Peanut's insanity combined, and you get their act.

Review please!