~A/N~ I really should be working on a paper right now, but this just won't
leave me alone. Every time I get a review, it makes me want to go out and
write out the next chapter. And, just so everyone knows, I do know what
I'm going to be doing, and I already have the rest of the story planned
out, so I won't leave this story hanging as a WIP forever. And I would
like to thank Hedgie, daintress, April4, Courteney Chilton, Dreamer101,
Silly Riddles, ViviBlack, and weaselking for their wonderful reviews! You
are what makes me write, especially as much as this. 10 points to each of
your houses.
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The morning the Slytherin counter-attack became public, the Slytherins tittered, the Hufflepuffs giggled, the Ravenclaws snickered, and the Gryffindors decided it was an act of war. Those sitting at the High Table were free to hear all of this, and began taking sides: Slytherin, Gryffindor, or those who felt the entire thing was foolish.
"Well, the Gryffindors were more original with their new words," Professor Flitwick said to Professor Sprout.
"Yes, but the Slytherins took the time to find more of these Muggle songs in order to exact their revenge," she said in reply.
"This entire thing is extraordinarily foolish," Professor Vector stated quite loudly, drawing the silent agreement of Snape, who was sitting in his chair glowering. He knew that it wasn't going to take long before the students were attacking more than just each other with these songs, and the Gryffindors would especially be liable to go after him.
"You know, Albus, the thing I can't figure out is why the editor is allowing these to be printed," McGonagall whispered to the Headmaster.
"Yes, it is intriguing, is it not? But perhaps he wished to encourage the students creativity the only way those two houses will allow it. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling like they always did.
"Oh, really! It IS breakfast at the moment, in case you forgot, and we are not even halfway through the meal. Stop tacking that offer to the end of every one of your 'brilliant insights'," McGonagall snapped. "And will you please look up the counter-curse for that Christmas tree hex. Honestly, it happened fifty years ago, you could have easily found the time to research it. One of these days the twinkling is going to blow out your eyes!"
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The morning the Slytherin counter-attack became public, the Slytherins tittered, the Hufflepuffs giggled, the Ravenclaws snickered, and the Gryffindors decided it was an act of war. Those sitting at the High Table were free to hear all of this, and began taking sides: Slytherin, Gryffindor, or those who felt the entire thing was foolish.
"Well, the Gryffindors were more original with their new words," Professor Flitwick said to Professor Sprout.
"Yes, but the Slytherins took the time to find more of these Muggle songs in order to exact their revenge," she said in reply.
"This entire thing is extraordinarily foolish," Professor Vector stated quite loudly, drawing the silent agreement of Snape, who was sitting in his chair glowering. He knew that it wasn't going to take long before the students were attacking more than just each other with these songs, and the Gryffindors would especially be liable to go after him.
"You know, Albus, the thing I can't figure out is why the editor is allowing these to be printed," McGonagall whispered to the Headmaster.
"Yes, it is intriguing, is it not? But perhaps he wished to encourage the students creativity the only way those two houses will allow it. Lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling like they always did.
"Oh, really! It IS breakfast at the moment, in case you forgot, and we are not even halfway through the meal. Stop tacking that offer to the end of every one of your 'brilliant insights'," McGonagall snapped. "And will you please look up the counter-curse for that Christmas tree hex. Honestly, it happened fifty years ago, you could have easily found the time to research it. One of these days the twinkling is going to blow out your eyes!"