It was a peaceful morning in the wizarding world. But not for long…. Shrill yells pierced the previously calm air as a distant red-headed figure tore down the hallways of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A disgruntled Professor Snape stuck his head out of the Potions Room.
"What," he snarled, "is going on out here?" He peered down the hallway at the screaming figure. "I'll bet it's that Ginny Wesley again." He muttered to himself.
Suddenly, Ginny fell from the ceiling where she had been doing who-in-the-world-knows-what.
"What'd I do this time?" She chirped brightly. Snape blinked in confusion, and peered down the hallway.
"That's… not you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Nope!" Ginny grinned.
"Are you sure?" Snape glared at her suspiciously.
"Positive." Ginny turned, and trotted off down the hallway.
"Then who is it?" he called out after her. Ginny turned around and raised one eyebrow mysteriously.
"Ron saw a butterfly."
