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The Marauding Five : Year Six

Chapter 9: Whirl Fiasco

'Okay, so we have to write two rolls of parchment on … GRIFFINS?!' Anna Hopkins's shrill voice rang.

'Exactly so, Miss Hopkins,' Professor Kettleburn replied with a clear a-hem. 'ALL about Griffins, and more if possible. Two parchments long, and I strongly demand that you put very much effort in it.'

'But that's impossible!' Serene Tappers protested. 'I mean, this book hasn't even got much info on them! And you want us to be smarter than Mr. Newt??' She waved her copy of Fantastic Beasts in her hand.

'She's right. It covers barely even… um, one-fifth of the page,' Thomas Macmillan added, flipping his book over. 'How are WE – innocent students of sixth years (poor poor us…) – going to write two parchments? It doesn't make sense.'

'I can!' Adele called. 'Griffins are cousins to Hippogriffs, originates from Greece, eats—' She paused. Then stared at Professor Kettleburn's arm, which was in a sling.

'What is it?' Dan Trevor queried at her silence.

'Somehow, Prof, I don't see your arm as raw meat to the Griffins. It looked more like raw human meat. I thought they were allergic to human meat,' Adele said, frowning in puzzlement.

Kettleburn's arm had a big – and by big, it does mean BIG – piece of flesh was bitten off by the new Griffin, Shanay, whom he was training. Or at least, he was trying to train. Shanay wouldn't even spare him a breath.

The man in front of the classroom scowled. 'Just do that homework, Varens! We shall see how intelligent you come to be, then.'

'Ten to one that he wants to find a way to punish the poor creature,' Sirius whispered, grinning. 'Ten galleons.'

'Twenty galleons,' James offered, 'that he will give marks to those who wrote in about ways to punish a Griffin. Poor Shanay, the Slytherins will help Kettleburn to those.'

**

Remus frowned deeply at his parchment. He had written only one-tenth of the piece in his tiny handwriting, and couldn't find anything else to stuff in. Besides, he's in the Society Prevention of Cruelty Towards Magical Beasts and Creatures. He simply couldn't bring himself to write about way on how to torture griffins—no! That psycho president (yes, that man is a psycho when it comes to his cause, so maybe that's why he's chosen for the spot…?) might tie him to be fed to his pet dragon, which is a good way to help "preserve the non-extinction of the dragons," according to Mr.President.

'This is deliberate CRUELTY!' Adele shrieked. 'It's not fair that Professor Kettleburn is torturing Shanay! He's a CMC teacher, for Merlin's books and hats! How could he???'

'Someone implied that she can write two parchments of essay on Griffins,' Lily said casually, flipping her potions textbook to figure out the ingredients.

'Yeah. "I know ALL about Griffins!"' James quipped in a high pitched voice.

'Well I DO. It's only that I can't bear to put in those evil tortures and punishments et cetera!' Adele retorted.

'There's got to be something more than just punishments and ways to mistreating, right?' Sirius said, dusting his bed. It was positively collecting dust, unlike his four friends' neat NEW beds in that Hideout of theirs. His was the only one with little teddy bears printed on its childishly coloured baby blue sheets, a flat lumpy pillow, a holey bed and… um… a very, very, very smelly stench. You can literally smell bad cheese and certain bread spreading. It's not a surprise that cockroaches are suffocating and dying under his bed.

He desperately needed a new one. Those with jumpy springs, big drawers beneath it, high down pillows and blue-black sheets.

'You need a better bed,' Remus winced as Sirius chased the dust-mites from his pillow.

'Are you going to pay for it? You do know that my mum took my Gringotts key…' Sirius trailed hopefully.

'Hah! You wish!'

'Yeah, I do.'

'Griffins attack with their steel-like talons,' James murmured, scribbling. 'Usually end up getting killed – er, executed – for their untamed violence. Oops! Strike that…'

'This is so stupid!!!!' Adele shrieked.

'She's losing it, I see,' Lily said intelligently.

'I mean,' Adele continued, 'I don't care a sickle for Kettle-that-Burn and his stupid bitten piece of flesh! What's the big deal anyway? All his pets hate him, for crying out loud!'

'Shanay did take a huge piece of flesh—from someone that's alive,' Remus mumbled.

'This is boredom, still,' Lily huffed, tossing her book aside. 'Like I'll remember how to brew a potion to kill spiders! A mere "pzzt" from the insecticide will do more than enough to me!'

'What if you run out of that?' James asked.

'Well, I'm sure Adele would gladly roast them for me,' Lily retorted. 'She's got a thing with spiders that hasn't anything near to "friends" or "love"!'

'That's understandable,' Adele nodded cheerfully. 'And speaking of roasting, I think I'm going to train a bit. I can't seem to control that breeze—'

'Gust,' Lily interrupted.

'More like whirlwind!' Sirius cried. 'It's a WHIRLWIND, not a harmless gust or breeze! It destroys literally everything it comes in contact with!'

'Well, it's not my fault that I can't control it YET!' Adele shot.

'Haha,' James laughed, 'are you sure? The last time you practised – that would be two months ago – you blew out shards of ice back on us!'

'Yep. And that was two months ago. You just tried it yesterday and you ended up sending Lily to the Forbidden Forest! Gosh, if Li hadn't her broomstick at that time, she would've been stuck there forever!' Remus added, giggling. Adele gritted her teeth.

'That's what practise is for, morons!'

'Unfortunately, you seem to be getting worse,' Lily smirked.

'I am going to train now. And hopefully throw Kettleburn out of this school,' she muttered, stomping off. 'Mistreatment to magical creatures… griffins…'

'Bye bye!' the Marauders waved.

'Speaking of Griffins, did you read this morning's paper?' Sirius asked, opening his bag latch.

'No. why, did someone just wiped Voldemort from the face of Earth?' James asked excitedly. 'Who is it? Barty Crouch? Dad? Or could it be the just-starting Weasley guy that appeared at out 5th year gathering? Whoa, Voldie must have been degrading his magic!'

'I haven't started, but your divination skills are lousy, still,' Sirius said calmly, unfolding the day's paper. 'It's something about the Wizarding Zoo.'

'We have a zoo?' Lily gaped. 'What's in it? Fwoopers? Trolls? Or could it be a dragon? I thought zoos aren't there to fry people or give them death omens and such!'

'Well yes, they do have those magical creatures,' Remus said.

'WHAT???? You mean they REALLY want to kill visitors?????' Lily and James cried.

'We ought to visit it!' Lily whined.

'And send our darling past lives back to hell,' James added.

'Will you two idiots LISTEN?' Sirius demanded sharply. 'The topic is still GRIFFINS!'

'The news is that two Hippogriffs escaped,' Remus stated.

'Oh. And where's this zoo anyway?' Lily asked.

'Um, somewhere in the south, I think.'

'And the whole point of this Griffin topic is…?'

'It's the season for Hippogriffs to mate, and they're heading North. Really Lily, what IS going on with your senses?' James asked. Lily fumed. She hated being insulted indirectly (In her opinion). And indirect goes as far as calling her senseless (to her).

'That's her rep,' Sirius said with a casual wave. 'Remember, she managed to just scrape her As in Geography during our muggle school years. I bet her Psychic powers at that time helped her peek into other's mind to get those answers.'

'Grr!!!' Lily gritted. 'Get lost, Sirius! I don't want to see you anymore!'

'Sour grape,' Sirius replied, poking his tongue at her. 'Anyway, the Hippogriffs are heading north, and if we're very lucky, they can come to us! And we can capture them! Mwahaha!'

'And get fined,' Remus added. 'You forgot that. You think of useless things, really.'

'It's not useless! Think of it… we can fly!'

'As we can already with out brooms and Psychic powers,' Lily cut resentfully.

'We can have them as pets!'

'Two Yumis (or rather, a family of them), four owls, Remus's dark creatures and our animagi forms are much more than enough of animals and pets,' James said. Sirius remained pensive for a moment.

'We can keep their fewmet,' he suggested, 'and show them off to Hagrid!'

'That's just about it. What's a fewmet?' Remus asked.

'Dung. Hm, maybe we can get Shanay some friends to help torture Kettleburn!' Sirius said brightly. His friends shook their head with a sigh. Sirius equal to Hopeless.

**

Meanwhile, Adele was busy trying to control that breeze—no, gust – NO! it's a whirlwind – wait, REPHRASE! A tornado—from destroying too many of Lily's ancient spell books. Somehow, due to odd circumstances, her powers had gone the extra mile today. Actually, it went two miles further.

'No! please, not the ones on "Teaching Dummies Black Magic"!' Adele cried as the wind swallowed the falling pages.

I'm going to be so over when Lily sees this mess…! Better, I might be skinned and buried alive! Or maybe…

No, knowing Lily, it'll be torture first. That thought isn't really inspiring either. Not to mention that those books were found from the Potters' library, and rare, at that. Oh no, Remus had been careful to make copies. She's just a bit safer now.

'Stop! Stop, I command you!' Adele cried desperately at the hungry tornado. 'Um, I'll get you some spagetthi! And- and some fries! Just STOP DESTROYING THOSE BOOKS!'

It ignored her. Naturally.

'STOP!!! STOP, STOP, STOP!' Adele yelled shrilly. 'I'm going to be dead soon! I said, STOP IT!!!!!!'

The tornado paused, and seem to turn, as if to stare at her. And then in a short moment, maddened, it grew ten times its size.

'NOO!!!!!! You're ruining this place!' the raven headed girl shrieked. The tornado tripled its size, literally destroying everything in its way (Adele, its maker, being the exceptional survivor) and swallowing everything there is. Adele stared in pure horror as it drilled itself out of the room and to the other side of the hidden door.

Never mind the Marauders. She had a feeling that she'll be in school suspension or due for expulsion in no time.

**

'Did you hear something?' Lily said bluntly, sitting on her bed.

'No, we're been pretty quiet for the past…'—Remus checked his watch—'two seconds, if you would please. Until you spoke.'

'No, it sounded like Dumbledore.'

'Oh, like the old man'll just walk in here!' Sirius said, rolling his eyes. 'This place is a secret!'

The attached bathroom door burst open merrily and an old wizard trotted in, whistling. His hands, the four Marauders noticed, had a towel, a bar of soap, fat yellow sponge and a flannel in it. A yellow rubber ducky was perched on them all. Their jaws fell.

'Well, well! What are you all doing in my bathroom?' Dumbledore asked in a surprised tone.

'B-bathroom?' James echoed. He shook himself. 'But Dumbledore, this isn't a bathroom!'

'Oh. Really?'

'Really,' Lily said firmly. 'Seriously.'

'What have you all done with my bathtub? My mirror? My strawberry flavoured toothpaste? I know you are fond of jokes,' Dumbledore said, frowning deeply, 'but couldn't you at least spare my bathroom? You even took my kickboard!'

The Marauders coughed. 'Excuse us?'

'Yes! And what happened to my Garfield mug?' Dumbledore demanded.

'It's in your bathroom,' Sirius suggested, 'behind your office, in case you'd forgotten.'

'This is behind my office, next to my room. Now, hurry up and return all those stuff of mine, Lily. Or Rose Evans will be sent a letter concerning both you and James,' Dumbledore said sternly. Lily and James exchanged glances, a thought on their mind: How did this crackpot old wizard know???

'But- but honestly!' James stuttered. 'You appeared out of our bathroom in our hideout, and—'

'—we freaked out,' Lily went on. 'You certainly didn't ring us up or send us an owl before paying us a visit!'

'Bathroom, you say?' Dumbledore said, turning to inspect the door he had just walked out from. He went in. 'Good, I'll use it first.' Sirius gulped.

'Y'know, I just bath,' he said.

'And your point?' Remus asked.

'Those – uh – dead Flobberworms from my, er, hair are stuck at the drainhole,' Sirius replied weakly.

'Good!' James cried. 'Now let's see if Dumbledore jumps out or not!'

'He's gone,' Lily said, matter-of-factly.

'Gone where?'

'Back to his office.'

'How?'

'You're also a psychic yourself, so figure it out.'

'JAFLING JIPPERS JABBED JONKING JEAPS OF JONKERS!' a shrill voice cried from the mirror-door. It slammed open (the mirror, miraculously, is still intact and not a single crack) and Adele ran in. Or rather, she jumped in. Her normally pale white face was painted in perfect scarlet and her violet eyes danced in madness.

'That's the password, you nitwit!' James scolded.

'I—huff—know,' the girl panted.

'Or else, she wouldn't be able to be here,' Remus supplied cheerfully.

'But what use is a password if you YELL it for the world to hear? You MORON!' James yelled. 'And there's—'

'What's that?' Lily asked, pointing at the window outside out the mirror. The small door, now wide open, faced a big glass window. The Marauders stared at the window intently.

Blink. Blink.

They ran out to take a closer look, shutting their secret room in process (shouldn't have gone in at all, Adele grunted to herself).

Blink again.

'AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! IT'S GONNA CRASH ON US!!!!!!!' all five teenagers yelled. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!'

'Hang on. We're the Marauders. Why are we – of all wizards and witches – yelling like lunatics?' Remus asked.

CRASH!!! The steely black talon shattered the window fiercely with force before sweeping in.

'A Hippogriff!' Adele shrieked.

'No, it's TWO Hippogriff! Another's on its way!' James called, motioning for them to run off the Hippogriffs' way. He needn't, for the others had enough sense to dash off at a breakneck speed.

In five minutes, two extremely grand-looking Hippogriffs ruffled their smooth feathers and began scanning their surroundings in interest.

'Hey Sirius,' Remus hissed. 'That's Hippogriff for you. The ones that you want to clean dung for, spice your life, and Merline-Knows-What-Else-You'll-Do-With-Them.'

'Ssh! I never expect them this gigantic! Phooey, their dung must be as big as an elephant!'

'…' was all his friends could say.

'Well, isn't it so?' Sirius said in a reasonable tone. 'By the looks of their size, I bet they consume about 20kg or more meat in their daily meal!'

'Thirty sounds convenient for their breakfast,' James said decidedly.

'And 50 for lunch,' Lily added.

'About 80 for dinner,' Adele nodded.

'And altogether, that would be 160kg per day,' Remus calculated. 'I wonder how much they weight…'

A shrill bell rang suddenly, echoing throughout the castle, indicating that the afternoon break time is over for the sixth and seventh years. Lily whipped out her timetable to see what class they were supposed to be in now.

She groaned at the highlighted Muggle Theories. 'Theories, people.'

'And what about them?' Adele asked, pointing at the two Hippogriffs, who were now studying a few nervous armours with arousing curiousity.

'We'll ignore them,' James said firmly. 'As if we don't—'

'—See them at all,' Sirius finished.

'Right! Or maybe we can lead them to Shanay,' Lily suggested. 'They can be friends. After all, same family.'

'But what are we gonna do with—?' Adele started.

'Let them roam to their likings,' Remus said with a careless wave. 'Hogwarts is big.'

'Roam?! The Wizarding Zoo'll have your head! And we have to return them!'

'Well, they'll have to wait till Dumbly-dorr sees these two, which'll be for some time,' Sirius grinned. 'We'll have fun, don't worry! Make a wind outta their winds and such…'

'Wind?' Adele said slowly. She gulped, remembering the real reason why she's here with her friends. 'Uh, speaking of winds…'

'We have that stupid Muggle Theories,' Lily interrupted with a groan. 'And we're learning all about that "Eye of the Storm", remember? C'mon, let's go. I can't wait to be the earliest there… not!'

Sighing, all five hurried off. The hippogriffs just looked at them.

**

Muggle Theories turned into complete disaster and chaos when Professor Knitto's model of the "Eye of the Storm" accidentally fell from Sirius's hands when he was inspecting it. After ten minutes – of which twenty students and one professor used to try to capture it back into its glass box – it slowed its motion, fading into a tiny gust and gradually to nothing at all.

'BLACK!!!!!!' Professor Knitto shrieked, her glasses on the tip of her nose and face in red fury.

'It wasn't me!' Sirius said at once.

'Yes it was you!!!!! You and your- your BUTTERED FINGERS!'

'I didn't have any butter on my fingers, so it's not my fault!'

'BLACK!'

'Present. Actually, no, not in a mood for jokes. It's NOT my fault,' Sirius said firmly.

'Sirius,' James started solemnly, 'by the Marauders' Act of Coleslaw—'

'When do we have an Act of Coleslaw at all?' Adele asked.

'We just did. I, as a potential leader of this group, just came up with it seconds ago.'

'Ah… sure…'

'So,' James resumed, 'by the act of Coleslaw, paragraph two, you'll have to—'

'REPAY MY STORM!' Knitto interrupted sharply.

'—YOU will have to,' James said with obvious stress in an annoyed tone, 'demand a detention from the item involved.'

'Cool,' Sirius mused. 'But where's the storm? I can't demand any detention from it since it's not here! Oh Mr. Stoooooooooorrrrrrrrrrm…! Where aaaaaaaaare you? Come to meeeee!'

'Gee, no wonder it disappeared!' Remus laughed, 'it's scared of Sirius!'

'Mr. Stoooooorm!!!!!!'

Just then, a loud whoosh was heard and a strong wind whipped everyone's parchments from the table.

'Whoa, I wasn't serious,' Sirius said in amazement. 'Still, you're back. You can give me my detention now!'

'Sirius, it's the Hippogriffs!' Lily said happily. 'They strike back! Save us from this evil class!!!'

'Oh great! Now Professor Kettleburn has released his foul Griffins!' Knitto shrieked in rage. 'My storm will be lost!'

'It is lost,' Adele pointed out bluntly. 'And they're not Griffins—they're Hippogriffs!'

'I do not care what they are at all! Repay my storm!'

'Sirius, ask them to flap their winds,' James said with dripping honey.

'Sqawk, quack, knak, knak,' Sirius said, turning to the magical creatures. Sometimes Remus find it hard to understand – or to know – if Sirius isn't just yakking rubbish to the beasts.

James smacked Sirius's head sharply.

'WHAT???' Sirius demanded.

'Whaddyou mean "eat up that monster lady behind that desk?"' James scowled. 'Knittie has to issue us detention, remember?'

Sirius saluted meekly as Knitto glared at the Marauders with loath.

After a long term of talking (and a few more bashing from James because Sirius requested that the Hippogriffs should swallow James) to the Hippogriffs, the magical beasts swept their gigantic wings in Professor Knitto's direction. Her square glasses were blown from her nose and fell on the broom and dustpan in the corner. The students found it amusing and roared with laughter.

Suddenly, a sound of crash-boom-bang was heard at the corridors. It was loud. Much louder than the whooshing sound of the two Hippogriffs' wings. All head spun in direction of the knocked door (crashed by Hippogriffs earlier).

The sound got louder and the silence of the class was pierced by a loud buzzing noise.

Adele gasped. The tornado! HER tornado, to be exact.

'Um,' she began weakly, tugging at Remus's robes.

'What's that?' Remus asked in surprise, eyes glued to the wrecked door.

'I er, thiink that it's my, um, tornado,' she said slowly. 'And I, uh, suggest that we all get out of the way.'

'Nonsense! We don't run!' Sirius scoffed. 'If it's your tornado, stop it then!'

'I can't, and that's the problem.'

'Sounds like a job for Super Lily!' Lily said, nodding excitedly.

'No, Super Lily stand aside! High-Emperor-James will take the job!' James cried.

'No, no, no!!!! Saneless Sirius runs for THAT position!' Sirius snapped.

'I think that Remus should deserve something on his side,' Remus shot.

'I don't care who's going to do it! Just stop my magic!!!' Adele shrieked at her friends. Still, shrieking does come a tad bit too loud for a group of five. The whole class turned to her.

'Your, uh, magic?' Thomas Macmillan acknowledged slowly, pointing at the twisting blur that had just twisted to sight and into the classroom. The noise was thunderous.

'Whatever,' Adele said quietly. Sirius turned to the Hippogriffs and yelled to them in their language.

Translation: Hey! You two! If you're REALLY great, stop THAT!

'Like they will,' James scoffed.

The Hippogriffs beat their great wings and began 'battling' Adele's tornado. They flapped their wings at the circling tornado.

And the law given by some scientist of the muggle world came to practise. The tornado grew even more thunderous. It spun harder and soon, the Hippogriffs have lost their fine, smooth eagle feathers to the raging wind. They look like half centaur and bald chicken. Needless to say, quite comical.

'That, children, is the dangerous storm's power!' Knitto called from under her table.

'Uh-oh! I think it's heading our way!' Sirius called. 'CHARGE!!!!!!'

'Don't you mean run?' Dan Trevor suggested meerkly.

'Oh, right, thanks. RUN!!!!! Or you'll be swallowed by- by that grosteque, spinning, overgrown, humongous, super deteriorated, indestructable, undeniably—'

'Quit the adjectives! We don't want to know how big your vocabulary is! Just run,' Lily muttered, dragging Sirius by the collar.

'Aaacghk!' Sirius coughed, choking, and his tongue sticking out involuntarily from his throat as his face turned into an interesting hue of purple. The Hippogriffs ran after them nervously.

**

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'

A couple of bizarre sounds followed.

**

When Professor Knitto's Muggle Theories class arrived before Dumbledore's office, they noticed that nearly the whole school had already gathered in front of the gargoyle, Tlod (the name the Marauders gave it).

And by the look on Professor McGonagall's face, it seemed as if she was having problems with the password.

'What are you all doing here?' Professor Vart of the Arts and Crafts asked, noticing the newcomers.

'We were terrorised by a certain whirlwind,' Thomas informed in general.

The Ravenclaws nodded. 'So are we. It just… came out of nowhere and smashed all our pottery into tiny pieces!'

'You're speaking!' Severus Snape scowled. 'My potion was destroyed!'

'Hey, my Herbology essay got swallowed!!!!' Lucius Malfoy yelled in rage. 'And I actually spent time on it!'

'The Astronomy Tower was turned tip-top over,' a seventh year sighed.

'I was so close to succeeding my Banishing Charm!'

'Hey, none of you were chased out of the prefect's bathroom!' a fifth year retorted, clutching her bathrobes tightly, her wet towel still on her shoulders. Several boys were staring at her, and she was waving her wand busily at them to give them… certain hexes.

'QUIET!' McGonagall barked. Tlod jumped aside. The professor blinked. 'You mean that's the password? Not Tweedledee and Tweedledum, nor Cheeze the Cheese Cat? Sheesh! And to think I waste my time like THAT.'

'Learn to live with bad memory,' Adele said comfortingly as McGonagall marched towards the spiral white stairs. Suddenly, she began rolling down the steps. Bididadidadidadida, ending with a heavy, loud boom.

'Ouch, that must've hurt!' Millie-Dint whistled in sympathy.

'Oops!' Dumbledore was heard. 'I'm terribly sorry, Minnie, but see, I was just—'

'It is Minerva,' McGonagall gritted, tending her bruises.

'—Trying on a new spell Crouch sent to me. See, it creates this certain "invisible wall", some kind of a barrier, that stretches as far as two metres, and I'm very sure that you'll be interested in learning it, Minnie, as it will—'

'It is Minerva, Headmaster.'

'—help you someday. What are you all doing out here?' Dumbledore asked cheerfully, noticing his students' solemn faces.

'There's a villian,' Lily said solemnly, 'and all of us are here to fight it. We would like you to—'

'—Donate 500 M16 to us, to have war against our evil enemies,' Remus interrupted.

'Air rifles, cannons, war tanks and uniforms are welcomed, too,' James added. 'You can fight too, as a volunteer.'

'But I don't want to die yet!' a Slytherin first year wailed.

'Sorry sweetie,' Adele said sweetly. 'You'd have to if you want to live.'

'ACT OF COLESLAW!' Sirius yelled suddenly, making everyone jump, literally.

'What did I do?'

'NOT ALLOWED TO SAY THE WORD SPELT S-O-R-R-Y!!! Now go and stuff your mouth with a mudpie-ratcake!'

'But I don't know!'

'You ought to,' Sirius smirked. Adele turned to the three others. They nodded grimly in reply.

'What is this all about, Minnie? Coleslaws, evil enemies…?' Dumbledore asked his deputy.

'My name is MINERVA!!!!!! Stop imitating Evans, Potter, Black, Lupin and Varens!'

'Yes, yes, so what is this all about, Minnie?'

There's a sudden urge for Minerva Mininninny McGonagall to shriek, "YOU CRACKPOT OLD FOOL! MY NAME IS MINERVA! NOT SOME STUPID MUGGLE CARTOON FREAK WITH OVERSIZED EARS! MORON!"

It was an urge, after all.

Still, the Transfiguration teacher just clenched her fists and grit her teeth. It reminded Lily barely of a muggle quote: Grin and bear it. The only difference is that McGonagall is grinding her teeth, not grinning.

There was a pregnant pause.

'Well?' Dumbledore asked expectantly.

'Uh, you see,' the Headboy started.

'No, I certainly do not see what is it that is bothering all of you, but it must have been fun.'

'No! You see,' Dito Wilt said again, 'It's not FUN.'

'Perhaps it is funkiness, yes? Or could it be groovy?' Dumbledore intercepted cheerfully.

'Amazing!' Adele cried. 'He's up-to-date!'

'For a wizard of his age!' Sirius grinned. 'Three cheers! Hip hip..!'

'HURRAH!' Hogwarts students chorused in unison. They went on for two more times. And after the last 'hurrah' everyone seemed to cheer with whistles and whoots and whatever else that seem to resemble wolf, owl, dog, and… whatever else.

'We have a lunatic here,' Remus sighed.

'We ARE lunatics,' James assured.

'No, I mean SERIOUS lunacy. As in, Sirius is mad.'

'He always is.'

'Oh, uh, is he?'

…P…A…U…S…E…

'Brilliant, Remus Lupin!' Lily called out finally. 'You are a lunatic too!'

'What exactly IS going on?' Dumbledore blumbered in confusion.

'Oh. Nothing,' Sirius replied shortly.

'Nothing?! There a new breed of MONSTER out loose in Hogwarts and you call that NOTHING???' Malfoy yelled. The younger boy was going purplish-red beneath his pale skin. 'IT ATE THE HERBOLOGY ESSAY I ACTUALLY WORKED ON!!! I worked on it for FIVE MURDEROUS HOURS! YOU CALL THAT A NOTHING? I wasted 15 parchments, 3 bottles of ink, 5 peacock quills—'

'Look here kiddo, we get your message,' a seventh year growled. 'I NEARLY had a vision! So close! So—'

'SO?? My potion is destroyed!' Snape yelled.

'NONE OF YOU GOT CHASED OUT OF A BATHROOM!!!!' the prefect screeched in her shrill notes. 'I am far more of importance than any of you!!!' She turned to glare at the boys who were staring at her. 'LEECHES! FURNUNCULUS TITANDILLUS!'

The wand poofed and nearly three-quarter of the school got tentacles and warts on their faces.

'My storm,' Knitto began sadly. All heads (minus the 6th year Gryffindors') turned to her.

'It's YOURS?' McGonagall snapped. 'Well, you'd better keep it somewhere then. We don't want it here.'

'No. My storm is lost.'

A round of hmphs and eye rolling were acknowledged.

'Yeah Prof, you can capture this for a new one, then,' a sarcastic Hufflepuff said.

'Ya! Do you want a net? A bottle? Do name it! I'll be glad to give it to you.'

'Or maybe she needs some magic chalks. They're kind of hard to find though… maybe that Evans girl from Gryffindor has extras from the last prank she used!'

'Haha, ask her and maybe receive yourself locked in that chalk ring.'

'Actually,' Adele said loudly, 'that tornado is mine. It went… out of control, in a way.'

'Why?' her curious listeners demanded.

'How should I know!'

Heads spun towards Lily Evans. That's law of Hogwarts, as long as the Marauders are in there. If you can't get an answer, seek Lily. Miss Seer Extraordinaire answers all questions.

'Because her magic's weak,' Lily said promptly.

'Oh?'

'Well really! She hasn't been traini—mpf!'

'Adele's getting a little headachy these days,' James said smoothly, his hand still over Lily's mouth. 'And we ALL know how genius wizards are when they get sick. Nothing beyond another's control is in their control.'

'Isn't that so?' Remus said, smiling at Dumbledore.

'Hmm… I suppose… yes, right, yes, very true,' the old wizard replied.

'There!' Sirius said triumphantly. 'It's all truth!'

'Except that headache part,' Adele added quietly.

'Alright, we have cause of existence: when (today, obviously), where (Hogwarts, duh!), why (Miss Varens's lousy magic),' a bright Ravenclaw said, 'the problem now: how do we rid of it?'

'Wait for two days, I think,' Adele muttered. 'Judging the power, it'll go for two days. At least.'

'Right. So you're getting a detention, Black, on Friday for losing my storm,' Knitto said finally. Sirius whooped. 'Varens will be doing all the repairs with Caretaker Filch on Thursday because she's the cause of today's chaos.'

Adele groaned. With the school's enemy, doing patchwork?! Somebody… help…!!!

'Oh yes, Professor Dumbledore,' Ditto said, turning to Dumbledore. 'May I request that the prefects on probation receive an orientation/ I learn it from my sister's muggle school. Applies on the fifth year prefects.'

'Certainly, certainly!' Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Which comes to another muggle tradition at Hogwarts—wizard style.

'What's the chicken doing there?'

'Pardon?' Ditto said in puzzlement.

'The two chickens—bald chickens,' Dumbledore repeated, pointing at the feather-rid Hippogriffs.

'Ah, Hippogriffs,' Adele said slowly, 'that are rid of their fine glory. Poor creatures.'

'The ones that escape from the zoo, I should assume,' Dumbledore sighed. 'Well, the zoo would have to wait. These Hippogriffs cannot possibly go back in THIS state! And we can't possibly send them over on broomsticks!'

'Until then, Sirius would gladly clean their fewmets for them,' Remus added, smiling broadly as Sirius turned him a fierce glare.

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AN: Hello!!!!!! *hugs everyone* I hope you all don't mind me hugging [I know some people who do—they get touchy about it!], but I just miss everyone! ^_^ for sports, I got three medals!!!! One gold and two bronze! Whee!!!

Uhh, I doubt you're at all interested in that :P well, I'll come up with a very reasonable reason why this one was a little late. For one, I lost the paper which I placed my notes for this chapter on [which is why it came up stupid]. For another, I'm writing another story which probably doesn't interest anyone at all o_O;; alright, I can't tell if it interests anyone, but it doesn't seem to in my opinion, so I just draw my own conclusion first.

Third reason is the stupidest of them all: this computer just keeps crashing, and my brother wouldn't allow me on the other one!!!! *picks up her sort-of hope-to-be-a-voodoo-doll-of-her-brother and starts poking needles in its 'head'*

*cough cough* now that I found my notes [after I typed ¾ of this chapter], at least I know that there'll be at least one more chapter to go. *rolls eyes* well, it depends. Probably two, but it's really up to this piece of paper.

Please review? ^_^