Trouble Fox

Howler

The next day Brittany yawned as she pretty much tripped into the Great Hall. She felt slightly sick and only at some toast.

"You really should eat more than toast."

Hermione scolded her.

"No, no, toast is is good, toast is great. Toast is life."

She nibbled at the edges. Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Morning."

She said as Harry an Ron walked in. Brittany felt like something bad was going to happen. And she was right.

About a hundred owls swooped in and one crashed next to Ron.

"Errol!"

Hermione gently poked him.

"Its alright, he's alive."

"No, its not that, it the howler!"

Ron exclaimed. A blood red envelope was in the bird's beak.

"Well, go on, open it. I ignored one from my Gran once. It was awful."

Neville shuddered. Ron gently opened the seal, and it pretty much exploded.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED!"

Brittany just stared at the letter in surprise. It was magic. Oh well.

"LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, YOUR FATHER COULD HAVE DIED OF SHAME, YOU AND HARRY COULD HAVE DIED-"

It continued to scream through the Great Hall as Ron git redder and redder.

"ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED.YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORL AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE WILL SEND YOU HOME IN AN INSTANT!"

A ringing silence went through the Great Hall. A few people laughed, and slowly the noise of the Great Hall returned.

"That went well."

Brittany said as the red envelope burst into flames.

"Well? It was terrible! But you can't say that you didn't-"

Hermione started.

"Don't tell me I deserved it."

Ron snapped. It was going to be a long day.