Down Under, Down Under

We're moving right along now, it's currently the following day after the Sorting, during which, school usually begins and they receive their timetables. Making this hilarious will be a challenge.

Breakfast and a Howler

Harry woke up on Monday morning confused as to how come he was awake. He had been having an excellent dream before; now he was puzzled as to why he was awake so early considering his alarm clock hadn't gone off and it was six o'clock in the morning—two hours before he needed to be awake. Suddenly he heard loud music, that sounded almost like a saxophone used for jazz music players—a type of music he was certain was used for muggles only. Then he heard a magnified voice singing "The man ran down the street ye-ah away from some strange pe-people in whi-ite."

That seemed to be the only lines in the song, so Harry rolled over and groaned loudly. He didn't have to be awake yet! Why was anyone bothering to be up at this hour of the morning? What would they gain from being up now?

The time passed slowly with no release from that awful music that was beginning to repeat over and over again in Harry's mind, and he heard Ron groaning next to him. Harry once again checked his clock. It was time to get up, sadly. He got dressed then headed down to the Great Hall where he met Hermione, Faye, Zeta and Jay—the awful music still playing in the background, and if Harry dared to think it, the music was starting to skip, it was beginning to lose words! Repetitively. So if what Harry thought was correct now, it was a tape-recorder playing all that time!

Harry sat down groggily at the Rata table; the other student's clearly showing signs of a lack of sleep. Which was when he noticed the Professors sitting up at the High Table, the men all dressed in hot pink dresses that showed their thighs, and the woman wearing clown suits, red clown suits with the red clown noses to match. Hermione's mouth fell open, she gaped.

"H-How could a-anyone d-do that to them?" Hermione shrieked, making the whole table look at her.

"I thought you were jinxing the Headmistresses quarters," Zeta hissed at Jay angrily.

"I thought you were! I knew we forgot something!" Jay whined.

"You two did it?" Hermione shrieked, while Harry and Ron smirked. The teachers, clearly used to this, started eating. The Headmistress ignoring the whole confrontation, obviously having given up on them.

Harry himself was too stunned to even protest at what the girls had done. Ron however, had taken a totally different light to this.

"Ooh Fred and George are going to love them!" Ron exclaimed, "Female pranksters!"

Meanwhile, Zeta and Jay were having an argument, a pathetic argument, about whose job it was to jinx the Headmistresses quarters so that she was dressed in a clown suit. The argument was soon interrupted by the arrival of a Howler. It was carried by Zeta's Owl that she had brought herself, but the Howler was obviously addressed to both of them.

Harry watched as Zeta removed the Howler from the Owl's leg.

"Good girl Moonshadow!" Zeta said stroking her owl, "why's it early?"

"You think they found out about the Qudditch Pitch?" Jay asked staring at it.

"Already? Nah, maybe it's about the Divination Tower," Zeta sighed.

"Or the glass elevator. . ."

"They've got no proof though," Zeta countered.

"Why didn't it come round Halloween?" Jay asked confused.

"Couldn't wait till Halloween I guess," Zeta replied.

"You two have done too many things so maybe your parents are trying to get the message across," Faye suggested.

"They can't know about what we did to the teachers," Zeta said dumbfounded.

"Nope, that's a regular occurrence," Faye told her.

"Wait, Howlers are normal for you two?" Harry asked astonished.

"Well, Zee's parents are muggles so they use Howler's because it's more effective than a letter. Besides, they expect her to do well considering they're Christians, so they use the Howler as I said before, through the help of Jay's parents who are pure-blood," Faye explained calmly.

"I had to struggle to get here in the first place," Zeta sighed, "considering magic's evil and all."

Then, without much warning, the Howler exploded having met the five-minute deadline to opening it. The six of them looked astonished at the mess it made on the table, spraying gunk everywhere, but the other students ignored it and continued with their breakfast.

They then received their time-tables.

"Excellent, we've got Defence Against the Dark Arts, Double Potions, Transfiguration and Healing today," Zeta exclaimed, "I put permanent locking charms on all of the doors so the lessons should be put on hold."

"No remember you can walk straight through the doors!" Jay reminded her friend aghast, "Our spells always seem to have glitches. We'll have to fix that eventually."

"Oh goody . . . that's the last thing we need, more security," Faye grumbled following her friends, with the astonished trio off to Defence Against the Dark Arts.