Authoress' Note: I wrote this when I was on a sugar high. Enjoy!
AN ORDINARY DAY IN C-53
It was a warm day in Billings, Montana. The weather alternated between snowy blizzards and mucus-freezing-in-your-nose cold because there were so many dementors. But this story doesn't take place in Billings, Montana. Who wants to hear about people getting their snot frozen?
This story really takes place in the Ida Price Music room, or C-51. Or maybe it's C-53; I have a hard time remembering. School had just let out, and music-players were filing into get their instruments and go home.
"Hey, everyone, it's Annoying Flute Girl!" Erin Shuler (or more fondly known as Shoelace) yelled and pointed at Rose.
Rose smiled and said, "Hi Shoelace. The girls in choir can't wait to see you!" Choir class consisted of many loud, talkative girls, but not a single boy, except Shoelace, who played the trumpet while the girls sang. Shoelace hated it there, with the giggly girls, and Rose knew it.
"Hey!" Shoelace yelled. He threw his trumpet at her, and Rose put her arms up on her head in self-defense. But the top of her flute was left sticking up in the air, and there was a loud KLUNK.
"Was that supposed to happen?" asked Jay Hey (more fondly known as Jenny, or just Jen).
Rose turned her flute upside-down, and the trumpet remained firmly attached.
"Let me guess, no?" Jay Hey said.
"Correct!" Susanne said loudly. "You win two million points! Negative two million points, that is!"
"Shoelace!" Rose screamed. Several windows cracked. Rose could bellow up to the top of the scale (literally) if she wanted.
"Hang on, I'll get the trumpet off," Shoelace said.
"1, 2, 3, pull!"
PLINK. KLUNK.
"Um, Rose, do you mind getting the end of your flute out of my clarinet?" asked Susan.
"Okay, but before we pull, could everybody just get out of the way so their instruments won't be harmed?" Rose asked.
Everyone scrambled to give the two thirteen-year olds a wide berth.
"1, 2, 3, pull!" Rose yelled.
This time, the two instruments pulled loose, but Rose's flute sailed through the air and landed on top of a marimba, knocking the mouthpiece and crown off.
"Hey, was that really necessary?" asked Jane.
"And that was my flute!" Mandy screeched.
"So I suppose the one Jenda's holding is my flute, then?" Rose asked.
"Yes, of course," Jenda gave the flute to Rose.
"You've got some serious re-welding to do, so I suggest you go to Music Village, because they are way better at this kind of thing than you are," Rose told Mandi.
There was a wet, toneless sort of sound behind the three girls. When they turned, they saw that Shoelace was holding his trumpet, which had sustained serious damage.
"That's my trumpet!" Cory yelled at Shoelace. Cory was holding Shoelace's trumpet, which had gray things sticking out of it.
"What's that gray stuff?" asked Cheryl.
"Oh, it's my spider web collection," Cory said.
"Um, I hate to break up this little 'thing' we've got going on, but the teacher is coming," Antonio said, waving his trombone about wildly.
As Jennifer and Clara ordered everyone to start cleaning up, they all realized something.
"We've just experienced the funniest moments in our lives!"
Would they have laughed so hard if they had known that Voldemort had bewitched the circumstances to prove that Muggles are stupid?
Authoress' Note: Nobody here is mine, except for Rose, because all the rest are really just people I know with their named changed.