Part I – Mischief

Who'd have believed, who would have thought of all the places in the world for such events to occur it just had to occur at Hogwarts. McGonagall was speeding down the hallway, her lips tightly pursed in what everyone recognized as a sign of danger. It was rumored for a while that the nine levels of hell would not suffice to hold the anger mustered and held behind the face of a furious McGonagall. She whipped around the corner, whispered a word to the gargoyle, and swiftly walked inside.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

"Over here Minerva." Was the response she got from behind a grand stack of books and some assorted gadgets resembling different muggle "perpetual motion" magnet trinkets.

"Dumbledore! There's something that needs your immediate attention." He studied her face, which had not changed an inch since the corridor; a slight twinkle of a humorous thought passed into his eyes, but his face remained serious and steady.

"What is it?"

"The most absurd thing in the world… a disgrace! A complete and total embarrassment!"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"It's Severus! He's gone mad, insane!"

He sighed, "Please just tell me what it is he's done."

"Well that's just it! I don't think he did it, it's just that absurd."

Dumbledore tapped his finger onto one of the gadgets on one of the books, and then looked back up at McGonagall.

"He's… he's… well put on a muggle assortment of clothes and is… acting rather strange."

"Well now, Minerva, that's not exactly cause to worry."

"It is, Dumbledore, when the garments are tight leather pants with holes in the back exposing some cheek." Turning even more murderous as she expunged the predicament of the troubled Professor Snape. It didn't take Dumbledore but half a minute to begin his hurried journey to have a conference with the aforementioned Snape.

Shocked was an understatement at the reaction to the sight of Snape prancing about on the grounds like a ballerina with the tight leather pants and exposed gluteus. The pink shirt he had on, with penguins in tutus on, was a secondary wonder.

"You see Dumbledore! He's gone mad!"

A slight smile crept into his mouth.

"No, Minerva he hasn't gone mad. He's been had."

The look McGonagall gave Dumbledore was of incredulity.

"I promise you that if you take the shirt off he'll be himself again. I would suggest you stun him first, he could be rather unpleasant if he actually found out." He left Minerva to sort Snape out, and walked to the Gryffindor common room.

"Oogly Boogly" he declared at the Fat Lady.

"Of course Professor." And she swung forward on her hinges to let him in. A lot of students were huddled around the windows with omniculars; Colin had his camera out and was clicking away.

"Nice to know you all have some blackmail over dear old Professor Snape." Everyone whirled around to face Dumbledore who was chuckling.

"It's my sad duty to… talk to the person responsible. Where's Nick?"

Denis responded first, "He's upstairs sir!"

"Thank you Denis." Still smiling, Dumbledore walked up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, and walked into the forth years room. There was Nick, cackling by the window, his omniculars playing Snape's ballet performance over and over again. Just before Nick collapsed onto the floor with tears in his eyes, Dumbledore conjured up an easy chair for himself, and magicked the door shut. Nick caught sight of Dumbledore comfortably sitting in a red and oak easy chair, with a chuckle in his eye and stopped flopping around on the floor.

"Uh… Professor I can explain…"

"Oh, I believe there's no need. After the ice storm in the main hall, the fire pit near the dungeons, and the interesting but pesky little monsters running around in the charms corridor, I think it all falls clearly into view. Leaving no need for explanation."

"Are you sure, Professor?"

"Very sure."

Yet another smile threatened to escape at the sudden image of Snape bouncing in his head again, Nick looked at Dumbledore and waited for the inevitable.

"I believe you know what will happen now, don't you Nick." Who only could nod, as he was slowly loosing the humor.

"But you have to admit it was quite something to get Professor Snape to put the shirt on in the first place." Dumbledore looked inquiringly at Nick, and then went on, "Which, by a certain point of view, is a remarkable feat that requires commending. But here's what is going to happen. Professor Snape will not remember the event, and no one in the castle is to tell him about it. And you will be doing detention according to whatever McGonagall has in store for you. By the looks of it, you're going to be in for a taste of purgatory." He stood up to leave, then turned back around and grinned, "On second thought you may get special treatment once she's gotten over the shock." With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore vanished the chair, and left, chuckling to himself.