The next day, two days before Halloween, Ginny and Hermione were spotted making mysterious visits to multiple professors, all of which refused to comment as to the nature of their meetings. It is known, however, that Professor Flitwick lent the girls his black robes, and Trelawney lent them green ones. Professor Sprout was more than happy to give the girls two of her prized laurels. After gathering such questionable equipment, the girls were seen sneaking into Professor McGonagall's office, claiming to seek help on a "special transfiguration experiment." Just after curfew that evening, they were seen actually conversing with Peeves, their voices hushed and excited. Each and every party involved refuses to speak on the subject to this very day, as all were sworn to secrecy. The girls made a point not to visit Professor Drake and Professor Snape.

On mischief night, that legendary night before Halloween during which pranks of the very worst (and best) sort are pulled, there was an emergency staff meeting called by Professor Dumbledore, who wanted to discuss the Halloween Ball. Although all parties interviewed believe their doors must have simply been left unlocked, Snape and Drake still accuse Peeves of having broken into their classrooms that night. The world may never know the absolute truth about who and what caused the incident, but the aftermath of the so-called "Dungeon Makeover" will forever go down in Hogwarts history. Even the house elves refuse to speak, claiming that their promise to keep that night's secrets is unbreakable. They will, however, admit to having heard footsteps and giggles, despite the fact that they could see no one. Peeves is also rumored to have been talking to invisible voices, although many speculate that such behavior was just another one of his pranks.

Late in the evening on mischief night, the entire Hogwarts staff congregated in Snape's classroom in response to the uproar that had occurred there moments ago. Snape was roaring furiously and stamping around his room, desperately trying to charm it all away. Unfortunately, even the most powerful magic cannot dispel Mischief Night trickery, which automatically cleans itself up at the stroke of midnight on Halloween, signaling the beginning of November. Blaring through the dungeons, now permeated by the beautiful smell of magnolias, was the voice of Madonna, singing a song familiar to all of the Muggle world.

"I made it through the wilderness. You know I made it through--- I didn't know how lost I was until I found you!" Snape was fuming, desperately trying to silence the irritating song, but to no avail. The harder he tried, the louder it got.

"Like a virgin! Touched for the very first time! Like a viiiiirgin!" Finally, after many moments of Madonna turning everyone's brains to mush, Snape admitted defeat and accepted that he could not get rid of the music. Immediately, it softened to a noticeable but significantly more tolerable background tone. Now Snape--and the entire Hogwarts staff--found it possible to actually see just what had happened to the classroom. It wasn't much better than the Madonna, and there was nothing Snape could do about it for twenty four hours. He was so outraged that he didn't sense the presence of two invisible girls trapped in the back corner. The staff meeting had ended just a bit earlier than Dumbledore had intended.

The room looked as though a disgustingly motivational kindergarten teacher had turned into an interior decorator. Pastel colored ribbon hung from the ceiling to the floor, making it a real pain to move around the room. The desks were periwinkle, and the cauldrons were decorated like obscene Easter eggs. Snape scowled at the posters of cute, fuzzy animals adorning the walls, accompanied by cheap educational slogans like "Catch a Dream," "Do Your Best!" and the all-time classroom favorite, "What is Right is Not Always Popular. What is Popular is Not Always Right." For the first time in his life, Snape thought he was really going to lose his dinner in sheer horror. It didn't get any better once he looked at his desk: his quills were pink and puffy, and his ink was now lavender with little sparkles. There were flowers and stuffed animals decorating the desktop, as well as a gaudy, shiny apple. Snape felt his guts wrench when he looked at his books: they had been perverted and transformed into such masterpieces as "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus," "The Ten Commandments of Love," and "The Complete Works of Gilderoy Lockhart."
Snape silently prayed to whatever deity was out there that his books would return to normal. All the while, no one could shake the dulcet tones of "Like a Virgin" crooning in the background.


Finally Snape whirled around to face the chalkboard, now equipped with deep purple chalk. On the board was the word, "HADES." Draped over the back of his chair was a fitted black robe, fantastically embroidered with shimmering silver thread. Accompanying it was a crown of black pearls (transfigured, of course), an onyx ring, and a rather large bottle of shampoo.

"I wonder who thought this up?" mused Professor McGonagall, managing to keep a straight face. Professor Sprout just smirked, and Dumbledore's hand once again flew in front of his mouth to hide his grin. As Snape stood fuming, they heard a shriek from down the hall. Instantly, everyone dashed to Rosalind's classroom, giving the invisible girls just enough time to slip out of the classroom. Now a new smell was invading the dungeons--a foul smell that no one cared to name, mixed with mildew. Rosalind's entire classroom had been darkened, and her walls were adorned with chains. The chairs looked like medieval torture devices, and all of the cauldrons now looked like gigantic hollow skulls. Professor Drake's quills looked like bony fingers, and her inkwell was also a skull, filled with blood red ink. Her books had acquired titles like "Dom or Sub?," "Bondage In the Wizarding World," and "The Complete Works of the Marquis de Sade." Her room's music for the day was Chopin's Funeral March.

Her board, too, carried a message, written in blood red chalk. It read, "PERSEPHONE." Draped over the back of her chair was a gorgeous green robe, lined with flowers. She received a smaller crown of black pearls, the feminine version of Snape's, and a hollowed-out pomegranate containing six seeds and instructions for the use of the contraceptus charm. Her face was red enough to rival a tomato, and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily.

"Those robes are gorgeous. I do wonder where they came from!" Trelawney smirked covertly at Flitwick, whose laugh was hastily converted to a cough.

"Sorry," he muttered. "It's just a little stuffy down here." The mournful strains of Chopin merged poorly with the Madonna, providing enough confusing sounds to cover up the skittering of invisible feet. However, it couldn't quite drown out Peeves's wicked laughter as it echoed through Hogwarts, a true celebration of Mischief Night.



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