Hello there. I am sorry to say that my brain is dead. The funeral shall be held next month under the big, big, big, big oak tree that is on the cover of Big Fish. (a/n: I love that movie! (glomps Ewan McGreggor)) It is because of the greatly feared prison commonly known as school. (shudder)

But never fear! For the lack of brain activity inside my cranium has sparked a fire of insanity and has given me inspiration to write another chapter after this one.

(loud plaudits)

Thank you! Thank you! (bows)

Disclaimer: I shall proclaim my disclaim in the form of a catchy song:

is playing on the guitar (a/n: of which, I have no more talent than a squid, oh and this is to the tune of 'I went walkin' after midnight' and I have no clue who sang it but it was on an episode of Lost)

Oh, I own nothin'.

After midnight.

Or durin' daylight.

Cause I can't come up with poo.

So I own nothin'.

After midnight.

Or durin' daylight.

So I think that I'll just diiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

rude person: You suck! throws a pencil sharpener

Me: RUN AWAY!

Ahem,on with the next chapter!

(a/n: Syrus is from Yu-gi-oh GX...thought you might want to know in case you wanted to finda picture or something...mmyes...tehe...he's cute. oh! and while I am at it, Moody isn't Alaster Moody, his name isn't even Moody (in his human form). tehe. but I'm not going to tell you his name)

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After avoiding stampeding, frightened girls; the two rats were faced with a problem.

How would they get through the portrait?

Syrus, the timid rat, scratched lightly on her frame.

"Um…excuse me? But we need to get through."

"Yeah! We're hungry and need nourishment. We've been locked up in a cage for forever."

Moody added.

All the fat lady could hear was squeaking.

Because of this, and the screaming girls, the fat lady put two and two together and promptly swung aside and jumped into her neighbor portrait for safety.

"Thank you!" The rats said…er…squeaked, over their shoulders.

They could now scamper to the kitchens without any more near death experiences, or interruptions. It was nighttime and close to curfew.

Getting bored, because walking as arat (at a leisurely pace) was slower than walking as a human; the rats decided that they needed to pass the time somehow.

"Hey Syrus?" Moody asked as they started down the first stairwell.

"Yes? Oof!" Syrus said as he fell onto the second step.

It wasn't too easy when you are a small rodent.

"What should we do to pass the time?"

"Hmm. Well- oof! We could um- ow -sing a song I guess. Ouch!" Syrus said as he tripped down three stairs.

He wasn't too good with the balance thing.

Moody did a little jump, nearly went over the railing, caught his balance and started to sing in an impression of Frank Sinatra:

"I'm a spy…in the….house of loooo-ove…"

"GAH! Anything but that. Jaden used to annoy me so much with that song." Syrus said as he successfully, and safely, crawled down to the next stair.

Moody shrugged, jumped down to the next stair, stood up on his wobbly rat legs, and did a fine impression of Elvis, dancing and all:

"You ain't nothin' but a hound…dawga-"

Syrus cowered into fetal position and covered his ears.

That was the song Chumley would sing topester him, but he never sang the whole thing. He always had to go find a grilled cheese before he could finish.

Moody sighed, chuckled, and suggested, "I take it you should pick the song?"

Syrus uncurled from his position and nodded.

"Good idea. Hmm…but what song?"

He then did a short, little jump, "I've got it!"

Syrus then started to skip down the stairs, slowly and carefully, as he sang:

"A fair is a fair of smorgasbord! Smorgasbord! Smorgasbooooord! A fair is in what I delight!"

The two rats continued their long trek down the stairs and hallways, singing Templeton's song from Charlotte's Web.

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Intern (Kathryn's POV)

After dinner was done and everyone was sorted, Kathryn followed Dumbledore into a private teachers' lounge for a conference as to where she should work.

The teachers were all there, including the unimportant ones that aren't even mentioned in the books. There was a long table in the middle of the large room and every chair was filled.

Dumbledore, who was sitting at the head of the table (naturally), called everyone to attention by raising his hands.

Everyone silenced.

Kathryn was impressed by the immediate response.

"We have called this meeting to discuss an unusual case." Dumbledore started.

Kathryn did not take kindly to be called an unusual case, it made her think of retarded people, but she let it slide. It wouldn't be good to interrupt Dumbledore, plus, he was pretty cool.

He had a sparkly beard.

She didn't know why it was sparkly, but it was. She stared at it for almost all of the meeting until someone called her name.

"Eh? What?" She said, finally looking up from the sparkly beard.

Dumbledore chuckled, and said, "I believe that you shall be an intern, we shall further discuss this with the heads of house."

He motioned for the rest to leave.

After they had left, the only ones in the room were: McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape, Dumbledore, and Kathryn.

She cringed at the possibility of working with Snape. He looked like a vulture. (a/n:he doesn't look likethe sexy Alan Rickman)

"Now then, who needs some extra help?" Dumbledore asked as his eyes held that usual twinkle.

It made Kathryn start to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in her head.

Preoccupied with her song, Kathryn did not notice when the teachers started to exclude Snape and whisper to one another.

Unfortunately for him, all the people in the room had all learned Occlumency; so his Legitimacy didn't do him any good.

Except get that stupid song stuck in his head, he had taken a visit to Kathryn's mind.

He found her to be very odd. He couldn't look at any of her memories or anything, he could just hear that stupid muggle song.

Dumbledore nodded to the others, "Very well. Severus? Your services are no longer needed, you may return to the Dungeons."

Kathryn snorted, it just sounded funny.

Snape gave her a look, then got up and started to head to the door.

But he was stopped by Kathryn tapping his elbow.

He stopped and half-turned.

Kathryn said, "There is something that you must know."

Snape gave Dumbledore a questioning look, Dumbledore just shrugged; but he was smiling and his eyes were twinkling overtime.

She continued in a hick accent, "Santa ain't black. He ain't white either. He's a dawg."

Snape just stared.

The other teachers stared.

Dumbledore just clapped his hands together and said; "Well now Severus, you may go to your rooms. We still have business here." His eyes were still twinkling like mad.

Very eager to leave the room, Snape quickly walked to the door and started heading down the stairs.

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Hoorah! Did you enjoy it? Did it make you laugh at poor Snape's possible predicament? ooh. I'm a regular Dr. Seuss. tehe. Yay me!

Snape: I hate you.

Me: And I'm supposed to care...Why?

Snape: Well I nev-

Me: Read on dear readers! And if you are prompted by the magical, mystical, marvelous elves that live in your head...please review...that is all.

Snape: No it's not! I want my dignity back.

Me: Tough.