Snapshot 7: Normality; or, The Morning After
The next morning the Hogwarts community awoke to find themselves either sitting on or lying around the comfiest chair in the hall. Someone appeared to have had enough sense to perform and engorgement charm on it, and the majority of the people had managed to fit on it quite comfortably. Colin's camera lay on the floor in front of them, and they were covered in photographs. After a few moments, Harry ventured a question.
'What...happened last night? I seem to have some rather odd memories about dancing with—' He glanced at Draco, and shuddered. 'Eeew...'
'And I can remember someone threatening to turn me into a bar of soap,' Trelewny said, adjusting her glasses that were hanging half off her face. McGonagall paused for a moment before a look of realisation crossed her face and she sniggered. She stopped fairly quickly though as she ran a hand through her hair to find large clumps of it missing.
'I do not believe that we will be indulging in a Yule Ball next year,' Professor Dumbledore said calmly, whilst ripping up a picture of him offering Professor Sinistra a bouquet of wilted flowers. Professor Snape stood up, ran a hand through his surprisingly clean hair and, ignoring the girls gaping at him picked up Colin's camera and broke it in half.
'Well done, Professor Snape,' Albus said, appearing to brighten up. The rest of the school population agreed, including Colin.
'I think I'm going to give up photography,' he said, crumpling a picture of him sprawled in front of Lavender Brown. An owl chose this moment to come flying in and dropped a feather into Sir Nicholas' lap, which currently also held his still-severed head. He opened it and scanned through the contents before giving a whoop of joy.
'What is it?' Hermione asked. She appeared to be the only one that hadn't been affected by the night before. Sir Nicholas looked at her, flourishing the letter proudly.
'I've made it into the Headless Hunt!'
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