A/N: Well, after a year (We see each other annually as two of us live on different continents than the other) we're back for more madness! Did you miss us? Of course you did! How could you not? Did you notice our brand new look (Screen name, bio, E-mail, etc.)? Of course you did! Do you want us to stop jabbering and get on with the story? Of course you don't! But we will anyway!

Disclaimer:

NT: It's all mine! MOOWAHAHAHA!! MINE MINE MINE! *Does funny banana dance* *Gets weird looks from co-writers who don't have control of the keyboard and edit the story since NT (Nymphadora Tonks) has appalling grammar* Fine… I admit… It's not mine… *sniff* It's all Rowling's…I don't own any of it *Bursts into hysterics* Not even the plot! *Gets more weird looks and stops crying* Oh, wait; we own the plot, don't we?

AJ (Angelina Johnson) and Dobby: DUH!

NT: Oh, and this is pre-OotP. Enjoy! And BE AFRAID… BE VERY AFRAID!!

Chapter Two: The Big Announcement

Dumbledore stood on top of the teacher's table, presiding over the surrounding students. From the back pocket of his robe, he drew out two large cymbals painted lime green with little purple bunnies all over for decoration. He subsequently crashed them together, bringing silence to the crowd of students, as well as curiosity in regards to whether or not their Headmaster was in fact drunk. Little did they know that the worst was yet to come.

"Attention students!" he cried unnecessarily. "Professor Flabbergasted has suggested a simply marvellous opportunity for all of the…" Here he paused. He then glanced around at the faces of his staff, the vast majority of whose eyes were slightly glazed over from the shock of their employer's temporary insanity. "Err… fourth years and up! We are taking them all on a trip to San Francisco, Montana!" Professor Flitwick leaned over and tapped Dumbledore's ankle. Dumbledore bent down and Flitwick whispered something in his ear, and sat back so Dumbledore could straighten up again. "Pardon me, I meant to say, San Francisco, Florida!"

Once again, Flitwick repeated his previous manoeuvre, and once again Dumbledore made another brave attempt. "San Francisco, Idaho!"

"Oh, honestly," Snapped McGonnagal impatiently, "It's in California, the USA!"

"Yes, thank you Minerva, what she said. Anyway, we depart tomorrow morning at seven am; so after dinner you may all want to pack! Oh, and as we want this to be a thoroughly muggle experience, we will be going by aeroplane! Thank you, that is all." Dumbledore sat back down, still on the table, crossed his legs and arms, and began to meditate, floating a few inches off the top of the table.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Then a rush of noise broke out, with conversations ranging from, "Like, oh my gosh, what will I wear? Are Americans cute?" to, "Good lord, I have to transfer out of this school before it's too late, it's turning into a regular loony bin."

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! \

Angelina: Okay, you reviewed your own story, you're crazy! But hey, we already knew that…

Pajaro Negro: Ooh! Angelina lives near San Francisco! Thanks for your suggestions, we're sure Fred and George will have fun in that particular area. And just for you, we fixed the formatting!

Talligo: Hey Chris, thanks for reviewing! Review it again please! And again! And again! And again! Sorry, on caffeine and sugar.

Magicrulz718: Bet you didn't know one of us is Katie, Kaeldra, Hermione, Padfoot, whatever you want to call me! And one is her little sister! And one is some random girl she found wandering the streets of Palo Alto, California! And what do you know, we're doing our annual update! Aren't you proud? Of course you are! (See author note at the beginning).