Howlers In Hogwarts

Howlers for Flitwick

James, Sirius and Remus were sitting in their History of Magic class. Professor Binns was facing the wall, mumbling about Goblin Wars once again.

Half the class were slouching in their seats, either nodding off or already sleeping. Some, such as Lily Evans, were doing their homework, and others, such as The Marauders, minus Peter, who wasn't in their class, were throwing notes at each other and across the room.

Remus had tried doing his homework, but failed. As per usual stuck in this class. Seeing as the room was silent, apart from the droning of the ghost professor and the boys in front of him, he sighed, grabbed a spare piece of parchment and stared writing.

What the hell are you two doing now?

He threw it at Sirius, hitting him on the back of the head, who slowly turned around, raising his eyebrow at the prefect.

Remus pointed at it, signalling for Sirius to read it. Raising an eyebrow, Padfoot picked it up, spread it flat, and read it, grinning as he did, poking James in the ribs to get his attention. Reaching for his quill, he scribbled back a reply.

Seeing if we can throw a paper planes through Binns. We saw some firsties making them the other day in the courtyard. What are you doing?

Remus read it and smirked.

Well you're doing a bad job. I could throw it further than both of you.

This time he threw it at James, hitting his glasses, causing the boy in question to scowl at Remus, who was trying hard not to laugh.

Yeah right.
Let's have a completion then. First person to successfully cause a paper plane to pass through Professor Binns gets to do all of our charms homework. Loser has to send Flitwick a howler.

He returned it to Remus who quickly scanned the scrawled on parchment, smiling. He reached over in front of him and kicked Sirius in the back of the knee, who had turned his attention to the blonde Ravenclaw beside him.   

Covering up a grimace of pain, he counted to three and turned back around, scowling at his friend, grabbing the parchment forcefully. His demeanor changed however as he read it. 

"Oh it's on."

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If you couldn't tell which of the three had any kind of muggle exposure as a child, you certainly could now. Sirius's planes resembled a scrunched up ball with a triangle on the end, spellotaped together. James's at least looked somewhat like a plane, however Remus wished that his friend never took up origami or anything else along those lines. His own plane actually was a plane and was quite proud of it.  

It had turned out that, obviously, he managed to throw it the furthest, hitting the cold stone wall opposite them, unbeknownst to Binns. Sirius, rather unexpectedly, came second however his results were rather dubious as it was a scrunched up piece of parchment with a point. James's flopped pitifully to the ground the moment it left his hand.

Good like with detention later Prongs, you're doomed. 

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Professor Flitwick was sat in his office, marking some poor excuses for charms essays. Then again, with the group he taught, he was hardly surprised. He dipped his quill into the ink pot on his desk and scrawled a large 'T' on an essay titled 'Differences between banishing charms and vanishing charms -By Sirius Black'. He had only managed to read the first line, which said 'A banishing charm gets rid of something, a vanishing charm hides something.' The rest was obscured by a large gap of missing parchment, which suspiciously resembled... a dog's bite?

Before he had a chance to turn to the next essay,  a folded letter made its way towards him, aggressively opening to reveal a paper forked tongue.

Um, there are so many things I'd rather be doing now, believe me, this is not on my list of ways to spend my evening. however, I have no choice but to ramble on to you for a minute or two. lucky you, I guess. Anyways, you're probably marking my essay by now, It's amazing right? An outstanding for sure, compared to Sirius's anyway, I saw what he wrote, he needs to be held back for a couple of years. For someone with a family like his, it's surprising really, did they not teach him basic knowledge? Don't answer that, they did not. Not at all-

Flitwick could only sigh and place his hands in his head. It was only a matter of time before he ended up receiving one of the Marauders' infamous howler's. However, he was grateful that it was in the comfort of his own office, and not in the Great Hall or something for the entertainment of everyone else. 

However,  I am also under strict instructions to do this, or else I face Sirius's wrath, my apologies, let me know tomorrow what time my detention is, gonna have to cancel today's as well, I've somehow managed to convince Sirius to ask Mckinnon to ask Prewett to persuade Macdonald to get Evans to go and watch the Quidditch practice tonight. How she managed to is completely beyond me but I am forever in her debt. Bye Filly, my favourite charms professor.

The howler suddenly exploded into smithereens, showering him in paper as well as somehow knock over his ink pot, causing the contents to spill all over the essays, the ink running peculiarly into an 'O' over the already written 'T'. Quickly he lifted up Sirius's essay only to discover that it had leaked though, covering everyone's work with an outstanding grade. 

He almost rolled his eyes, they were clearly losing their touch. However, try as he might the ink would not leave no matter what spell he tried. No siphoning spell would remove it. He tried to simply put a cross though it and regrade them, yet the ink failed to show upon the page, instantly drying up on the end of the quill. 

He fell back into his seat, looking at the mess of his office. He wasn't payed enough for this.