Hermione: *Yawn* Syann.
Syann: Yeah.
Hermione: Are you going to the dance?
Syann: Probably not.
Hermione: Why not?
Syann: Depends.
Hermione: On what?
Syann: Uh, if I feel like it.
Hermione: Come on, let's go get something to eat.
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Hermione: Looks like they started to set up decorations.
Syann: *Currently eating a biscuit.*
Harry: I wonder what the main theme's going to be.
Syann: *Still eating a biscuit.*
Hermione: It's near Christmas, so It'll probably be something Christmas-like.
Syann: *Biscuit.*
Ron: Swallow the darn thing already!
Syann: *Swallows.* You don't have to yell.
Harry: Hmm? Look. *Points to teachers upstairs.*
Teachers: *Running around.*
P. Dumbledore: *Stops and says something to P. Snape.*
Teachers: *All go to Dumbledore's office.*
Hermione: How odd. Teachers running around like ants… Fascinating…
All: *Scoot away from her.*
Harry: But, why were they running like ants?
Syann: I'll find out.
Harry: We can help.
Syann: All, right.
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Syann: Did you see the teachers?
Ginny: Yeah.
Syann: Do you know what they were doing?
Ginny: No.
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Hermione: Did you find anything?
All: *Shake heads no.*
Syann: I get it from the teachers.
Ron: It's not as if they're going to tell you.
Syann: Bye.
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Syann: *Sneaks around corner and reads P. Mc. Gonagall's mind.* Oh, not all that weird.
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Syann: I thought it'd be long and complicated.
Harry: What was it?
Syann: A leak in the piping system. Rikka's little sister must've hatched.
Ron: WHAT?! No, not two.
Syann: I'll call her Kervani. Well, better catch her before she terrorizes the school. See, ya'!
Ron: *Banging head against wall.*
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Syann: You're adorable. But, no more going through the pipes.
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Rikka: I got a little sister! I'm gonna teach her to annoy and play and eat…
Syann: I remember when you were this size. I had this little bow on your tail-
Rikka: OKAY!
Kervani: Why is this stuff wet and smooth?
Syann: It's water, you swim in it.
Kervani: Oh… Why do I want to?
Syann: Instinct.
Kervani: What's instinct?
Syann: Something you do on your own.
Kervani: Oh.
Syann: Well, I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe. Bye.
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Syann: *Sigh.* Hi Hermione.
Hermione: Hi.
Syann: Uh, did Ron ever stop banging his head on the wall?
Hermione: Yeah.
Syann: We get off the day of the dance, right?
Hermione: Yeah, too bad. It's tomorrow?
Syann: No, Tuesday.
Hermione: What year are you in, anyway?
Syann: Second.
Hermione: How did I miss you at the Sorting?
Syann: The teachers erased everybody's memory because the Sorting hat decided to get scared. *Both burst out laughing at nothingness…*
Hermione: Something else.
Syann: What?
Hermione: Do you like Ron?
Syann: Why?
Hermione: You giggle a lot lately and… Blah.
Syann: What?
Hermione: I dunno. I was looking for something else to say. So?
Syann: You've noticed.
Hermione: Yep. Ask him to the dance.
Syann: WHAT?!
Hermione: If you do, he might say yes.
Syann: You and Rikka have a lot in common.
Hermione: You two talk about this?
Syann: Yeah, but it's embarrassing.
Hermione: So, what. We all understand, ask him!
Syann: Shhh!
Hermione: You won't get anywhere in life if you don't take chances.
Syann: This I know. I was taking a chance by coming to school.
Harry: Hi, I couldn't sleep.
Ron: *Yawn.* Neville sounds like a bulldozer on the job of a lifetime…
Syann; Well, that isn't very nice.
Ron: Well, it's true. I think I'm gonna be sleeping down here.
Harry: Why are you still down here?
Hermione: Waiting for Syann. She's in the second year.
Harry: I thought you were in the first.
Syann: No, second. *Everybody sits dow and talks about different things. After watching the flames dance in the fireplace for a while, they all fall asleep…*