The Headmaster's Only Mistake

Pranks and Plans

"Off you go now. Whoever pots the most Snare earns twenty points!"

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When Harry sat down at Ravenclaw table for dinner that evening, all he could feel was tired. He was so, so, so, so, tired. Even though all of the classes the Slytherins attended that day were easy and simple -exams were finished, after all- Harry had somehow managed to exhaust himself.

Whether it had been trying to wrestle down Devil's Snare in Herbology, re-make any potion they had failed to try and better their grade last minute for potions, enchant their desks to dance around the classroom in charms, or turn their quills into birds and back for transfiguration that had made him so exhausted, Harry didn't know. 

On top of that, the little amount of sleep that he had received last night was settling in, and Harry once again cursed himself for taking up astronomy, as he would have that class later today.

Mandy looked up at him for a few seconds and grimaced, "See, I told you you were getting sick, look at yourself!"

Harry just groaned and slumped to the side, letting his head rest on Neville's shoulder. " 'm perfectly fine, just a little bit tired." Because really, he was. There was nothing inherently wrong with him, he just had a really poor sense of time management.

Hermione snorted, "Right, and I'm the queen of England."

Harry glared at her and was about to retort when Hannah interrupted his thoughts.

"England has a queen?"

Tracy gaped at her, "How can you not know that?"

"Well, is she the muggle queen? After all, she wouldn't be our queen, then, not really." Susan justified.

Terry looked between them for a moment, a terrified look on his  face, before turning to look at the rest of the purebloods. "Did you lot really not know the queen exist? Is that not common knowledge for you wizards? You're not pulling my leg here?"

And so his friends were off, once again discussing the most mundane thing, yet somehow managing to make it somewhat interesting. 

Harry listened with half an ear as he closed his eyes, allowing Neville to spoon feed him from time to time.

"Oh my fucking god." Pansy hissed out between quiet cackles, her eyes glued to the  door. Harry looked behind him as most of the Great Hall quieted down.

"W-what happened to them?" Draco asked around his giggles.

"I wish I had a camera." Terry muttered under his breath, and Harry agreed with him full heartedly. 

Power walking through the room was a very colorful Ron Weasley being  led by an equally, if not, even more colorful Albus Dumbledore.

Ron had pink hair, green skin with purple polka-dots, orange teeth and eyebrows, and vibrant red eyes. Dumbledore's hair was a shocking blue with magenta streaks. His left side a garish orange which clashed against his lilac right side. His eyelashes and eyebrows remained white, but thin golden lips were sitting on the man's black face.

The whole hall was so silent, Harry could've heard a pin drop.

Dumbledore furiously marched forwards while Ronald glared at  anyone who looked at him for too long and cowered behind  the headmaster.

One, 

Two, 

Three seconds passed.

A stifled shriek of laughter rung through the hall.