-"Lads."
Fred and George ignored her and continued to walk down the hall.
-"Lads."
Fred stopped and turned around.
-"What?"
-"This is stupid."
George snorted and they continued their walk.
-"Listen. Mr. Bulsara really really doesn't need any more students, especially not your sort."
The twins did their creepy simultaneous laugh thing, and walked on.
-"That's not what mrs. McGonagall seemed to be saying, darling Ivy."
-"She in fact seemed to be implying that old Bullsy-pop is desperate for new recruits."
-"As I recall, there are only four students currently attending."
-"Four is not a large number, Ivy, especially not when the four students in question all happen to be female."
They arrived at the door, and Ivy held George back from knocking.
-"Please don't."
The boys just smirked and the loud ratat tat resonated throughout the corridor.
After nine long seconds of eerie silence, the door was flamboyantly flung open by none other than Farrokh Bulsara (or, as he is more commonly known, Freddie Mercury). Even the twins, un-muggle-y cultured as they were, recognized the iconic and, to the best of their knowledge, dead face.
-"F-Freddie... Freddie M-"
-"Hello darlings! I'm assuming that you are the infamous Fred and George!"
-"That's them."
-"Oh, what A pleasure!"
He shook both their hands vigorously and winked at George.
-"Those jeans are simply edible, my dear. See me after class"
At Fred's terrified look, he burst out laughing and patted him on the back.
-"Just joking, darling."
With that, he flounced off into the classroom, laughing uproariously. Ivy contained a grin and started to follow him.
-"W, wait!" stammered Fred.
-"That was.... Well, that was.... You know"
Ivy raised one eyebrow.
-"I did warn you."
-"Oh come on!"
-"And anyway, how is that... I mean, he's.... he was dead!"
-"Yes, that is the common belief."
-"So you're saying.... That man... He's...not dead?"
-"Does he look like a ghost to you?" she asked, and walked into the classroom.
The boys followed her in shortly after, only to come face to face with the apparently undeceased Mr. Bulsara dancing in an alarmingly provocative way on one of the desks, thrusting his pelvis rapidly toward an invisible audience, an enormous grin on his face. Ivy sat across from him, mesmerized. Suddenly, the previously closed eyes of the iconic man in front of them flew open, and he leapt with surprising grace from the desk, landing less than a foot away from Fred. He winked and bit his lip at the confused boy and then somersaulted away with a flourish.
-"Why are you gorgeous lot staring at me?" he sang "Got something between my teeth?"
-"You were dancing, sir." said Ivy, a wide, vaguely proud smile adorning her face.
-"Ah yes." he said, disapearing in what resembled a swan dive under the teacher's desk.
At that moment, Hermione Granger walked in, scowling. Her fights with Harry potter and his idiotic sidekick were common knowledge around the school, so it was no surprise to see the hairy girl in a bad mood.
-"Hi Hairmione."
Hermione scowled at them, and George regained some composure.
-"Hermione!"
-"What are you two doing? They don't even come here, mr. Bulsara." snapped Hermione.
-"We, uh.... We take runes now..." stammered George.
Mr. Bulsara was too busy reenacting the end scene in Grease (with him as Sandy) to hear Hermione.
-"You're the one that I want! You are the one I want? oooh ooh ooh, honey!"
-"Mr. Bulsara!"
Suddenly serious, mr. Bulsara said: "Right! Runes! Ruuunes... let's go! Who here can tell me what a rune is?"
Hermione sighed and sat down beside an equally annoyed Ginger.
-"You know what lads?" said mr. Bulsara. "This! This right here," he pointed at the blackboard "is boring. How's about I teach you all how to dance instead?"
Hermione and Ginger put their heads in their hands with comical spontaneity, as even Fred and George began to grin.
-"Well don't just lay there! you can't dance sitting down!" said mr. Bulsara, starting to waggle his hips already.
Ivy knew then that it had not been a mistake to let Fred and George attend their so-called runes class.
