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It was a normal day at Hogwarts, or at least as normal as a day at Hogwarts could be. So far, Snape had only made three first years cry, Peeves had pulled ten prank (let's just say the second floor bathroom was off limits for the foreseeable future) and a mere two-hundred inches of homework had been set.
It was on this most normal of days, at this most normal of breakfasts, when a second year started steaming. Now, this being Hogwarts, unusual sights were common place, but steaming was a new one, still, it was ignored- just another oddity that came with having magic. The more observant of people would have noticed the Weasley twins with notebooks and pens, staring intently at the boy, jotting down a few words now and then.
But back to the steaming wizard. He himself was feeling rather smug, five sickles for a bit of discomfort, not too bad. The people around him were edging away, small price to pay really. Hang on, was that burning!
The misty waves of steam had evolved into thick billowing smoke that rose up and curled into the sunny illusion above their heads. Soon the smoke turned pitch black and started spewing ash.
"I didn't sign up to this!" the second year screamed, as the ash settled around him in a dark carpet.
In unison, the twins whispered "Yes you did."
The smoke kept on rising, more and more, till it filled the air like a smog. There was silence, and everyone held their breaths including the professors trying to stop the smoke. Suddenly, a scream echoed from the centre of the cloud, there was a bright flash and a thud. The smoke was quickly removed and the sight inside was revealed.
The wizard lay on the floor, surrounded by red embers and small flames. As Madam Pomfrey took the boy to the med wing, the Weasley's gave each other devilish grins.
"Volcanic Volumizer?" Fred asked.
"Coming to your showers soon!" George answered.