A/N: Part Two of the Series! Originally from The Little Mermaid "We are the Daughters of Triton", we are still welcoming you to the . . . fill in appropriate word
We Are The Students Of Hogwarts
Dumbledore clapped his hands merrily, seeming unaware of the embarrassed expressions on all the other teachers and students present.
"And now," he smiled, clapping his hands together and blue eyes twinkling. You'd think he was taking some sort of twisted glee in all this, as if getting the ultimate revenge on the faculty and students for all his years here. But Dumbledore wasn't really like that, right . . . ? "Now we have a few choice students who . . . volunteered to sing the next song for all of you."
He waved his hands merrily, causing the lights to dim. "Please . . ."
Almost befittingly, Fred and George marched out, wearing frumpy little outfits that could have only been raided from Sir Nick's closest, frills and all. They wore identical grins, enjoying the attention.
George clapped his hands primly. "Okay, people, okay, okay . . ."
Fred raised his hands like the conductor, grinning, if possible, even wider, then let them fall, and a peppy music filled the hall.
Almost as if under a magic spell (and a few of them probably were), several students stood up at each of the four tables respectively. And started to sing . . .
Ah, we are the students of Hogwarts . . .
. . . with a great sense of choreography, any student standing up—and hence not singing, since those who weren't were busy snorting their milk—splashed their hands across their chests.
The great fore fathers who founded and named us hence
George waved his wand and caused smoky portraits of the founders to appear, taking great aim in causing Salzaar to appear in cuddly-cute-kitten-dancing-around-the-fabric-printed boxer shorts, which the apparition did his best to cover up before fading away.
Gryffindor . . .
Very beat-faced Gryffindor students—well, who do you think we're making do this? J —jumped onto the table and waved their arms out. Fred and George "helped" Percy up.
Ravenclaw . . .
Again with the jumping, and a few Gryffindors muttered "Copy-cats"
Hufflepuff . . .
And again with the jumping, although a few of them lost their balance and fell to the floor. But, on the bright side, they made a brilliant recovery by landing on their knees
Silence…
Fred looked over at George, who was glaring at the Slytherin table, all very tight-lipped and all gripping their seats to avoid the magic of being forced to jump up. The twins cleared their throats nosily in time with the music.
More Silence! …
There is a sort of scuffle over by the Slytherin table, most of the action hidden by a puff of smoke.
Smoke clears . . .
Slytherin . . .
The Slytherins, mostly a bit battered and bruised, mutter very quietly, quickly, with no time to the music, and one of them—guess who!! hehehehe—seems to have his arm twisted in what looks to be very painful behind his back!
And then there is the graduated classes, mustn't forget!
A few of the teachers, still not over the past humiliation, jumped up with looks of horror on their faces, and the students were looking entirely grateful that they could pass the solos on.
The sweetest blokes and teachers that are misunderstood
You can see Lupin struggling to hold a giant whining black dog in place, as if the dog was trying to escape!, and muttering, "Oh, no you don't! You'll suffer just like the rest—"
Since they were the ones that assigned this to us,
Several of the old students jumped up, exclaiming they weren't teachers! Of course, they were their parents . . . which was even worse.
They shall perform their own little da—mmph!!
From many strange locations, the singing students suddenly found they had metal plates over their mouths.
Fred and George frowned, then looked at the guilty teachers, parents, and otherwise, most whom still had their wands out with the look of absolute panic on their face. "Oh, come on, we were just getting to the good part!" George complained.
"Dad, Mum, I can't believe you did that to your own son! When we did that—"
A/N, Part 2:
Kim: That was silly. I'm glad this is under your name!
Chan: Remember, you started this!
Kim: Blame me for everything! At least I got the Slytherins to sing!
Chan: That's because you beat them up. That's Author Interference!
Kim: Well, they were ruining my imagined-scene by not singing.
Chan: And that wasn't even singing . . .that was muttering, really badly.
Kim: I like Slytherins.
Chan: Good, go marry one.
Kim: Very interesting grin
Chan: Snape's free.
Kim: Mental note—do not drink soda when actually having this conversation. Great distance, but it makes everything sticky. Not FUNNY! That was very mean!
Chan: Giggling stupidly while Kim works on her deep breathing exercises So, Kim, working on the—
Kim: Don't you even say it . . .
Chan: hehehehe . . . say what? Da-dumming the wedding march
Kim: DIE!
