Day Five
Prompt: Hundreds
On the first day of classes after the summer break, Capella made her way into the Great Hall for breakfast. She rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn. She was happy to be back and already the year was promising to be an exciting one. The previous night, at the sorting, Professor McGonagall had called out "Potter, Harry." A low din had broken out over the students. Everyone had been whispering to their neighbors, asking if they had heard her correctly, and everyone strained to get a better look at the little first-year with the scruffy hair and glasses.
Capella sat down at the Ravenclaw table, next to her sister, and asked one of the first-year students, an Indian girl who still looked sad about being separated from her twin, to pass her the eggs. The girl picked up the dish, glanced inside and let out an ear-piercing scream. The dish fell to the table, smashing into several pieces. Egg splattered across the table and a very fat frog jumped out of the mess. Several more girls let out screams and backed away from the table as more frogs hopped out of the food.
Capella covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to laugh as girls sprang up from the table. Cho Chang had a frog clinging to the front of her shirt and her friend Mariette Edgecomb swatted at it. One girl, who had a frog perched on the top of her head like a jaunty little hat, also had egg splattered down the front of her robes and looked as if she couldn't tell which was worse.
Suddenly, terrified screams broke out all over the Great Hall. People were jumping up from their seats like they had been prodded in the bum. Frogs were jumping out of pitchers of pumpkin juice, plates of toast, and platters of bacon. Frogs seemed to be falling from the sky. Within a matter of seconds there were hundreds of frogs hopping around the room.
Capella glanced over at Vega, expecting her to be screaming. Normally, Vega was startled by a sneeze, but Capella was surprised to see her sister smiling a tiny smile as she watched the chaos.
Having a feeling she might know who was behind the prank, Capella looked over at the Gryffindor table. George and Fred sat next to each other, calmly eating their breakfast. Tiny, identical grins graced their lips. George looked up and caught Capella's gaze. She raised an eyebrow and inclined her head towards a girl frantically trying to get a frog off her shoulder without touching it. George shrugged and glanced back at his plate. Then he looked back up at Capella and wiggled his eyebrows and she couldn't contain her laughter any longer.