Breakfast at school is peaceful and even fun to some extent. There is no tension in the corridors either. Just because guys from different faculties pretend not to notice each other, except for those who used to be friends.
Some semblance of silence is broken only by clinking flasks. Three Ravenclaws go to Professor Sarp's lesson along the corridor, in which there are high beautiful stained-glass windows. The flasks are the instruction of the teacher. They are needed for the lesson.
"I wonder what it is?" interests Terry Boot.
"I have no idea," Lisa Turpin says, shaking the box.
"This is the first time I see such a viscous potion. It reminds me of the oatmeal porridge that my parents forced me to eat as a child," Kir Andch Moon grimaces.
Ravenclaws, who are having a lot of fun, run into the corridor. They push each other and laugh
"I would have prescribed this for you, Emmett," Ravenclaw David Baden says with a laugh and shove his friend.
It came out stronger than he expected. And a lot. Emmett fly straight at fellow students with vials.
A huge rumble to pass along the entire corridor and echo to disperse further.
"Here you go! Actually, this is Professor Sarp," Lisa says, to put it mildly, with displeasure.
"Calmly! I'll take everything! - assure Baden David from a cheerful company, taking out his wand. - Incadion!"
A spark flares up and with a creak, sprinkle a new portion of the potion directly into the Hufflepuffs passing by. They silently stare at the guys from Ravenclaw.
The students, probably, would have also silently dispersed if the cheerful company from Ravenclaw had not started laughing at the top of their lungs.
Hufflepuffs hurry to answer. At first, the boys from Ravenclaw continue to laugh, and then they get really angry.
"Hey, this isn't funny anymore," Emmett roars as his eyebrows grow to jungle level.
And right there, a strip of shaved hair will appear on the Hufflepuffs in the middle of their heads, which scatter like fluff to the sides.
"Get it! - they shout. - Lariontius!"
Lightning flashes, the Ravenclaws have time to jump back, and it hits right at the stained glass window. The fragments is flying. The guys scream, closing their hands. And, realizing what they have done, immediately rush in all directions. The corridor is empty at the moment. No one wants the consequences.
All participants in the incident, as well as those who are just in this corridor, are afraid not only that they would be calculated and called to the director, but also Filch, who they could avoid as much as possible, right up to dinner, where Dean Thomas looks at his plate.
"Why are you so sad?" ask, sitting opposite, Seamus.
"Transfiguration hasn't been happening lately," Dean sighs.
"What's so difficult about it? I'll show you! - Seamus take out his wand. - For example, let's turn your chicken leg into a live canary. Inales…- he points his wand at Dean's lunch, - …rundles!"
At this time, Neville just reach straight ahead for a cupcake and push Seamus's hand. The spell, flying within a millimeter of Dean, to please the Slytherins directly on the table.
"Oh," Pansy Parkinson screamed and squealed as the slugs from the spell began to occupy the Slytherin table.
"I won't eat it!" declare Millicent Bulstrode, who did not see the spell.
"Would you like a nice dinner? You will receive it! Inales Daulius!" the Slytherins hasten to answer.
The croaking will make the Gryffindor girls squeal too. And the sticks are ready. Ron and Harry use a spell to disarm several, but the rest rush to get even, start a fight.
"Guys, don't! It's all by chance!" Hermione yells.
"They started first!" squeals Millicent.
Spells fly again. The students are so angry, but they can't stop. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws who were hurt were also involved.
"The canteen is not for that! - Director Gudden's voice rolled through the hall like thunder. - Totalus!" he shouts.
The director is surprisingly calm and cool.
The ceiling begins to darken. Stars disappear. Guys understand that something is about to happen. The ceiling is getting darker, pouring into a terrifying blackness. They wait.
And suddenly hit the rain. Heavy cold drops of hail fall on the guys. This is to cool them down.
"Everyone to their living rooms immediately, - Jonathan Goodden speaks loudly, but very calmly. – Under the supervision of your deans, today you will study the remaining topics on your own and at the end of the day hand over the work to the teachers."
"It's not fair," Morag MacDougal's low voice is heard.
"Headstudents, make sure that all the students reach the living rooms, and then I'll wait for you in my director's room" says the director.
In complete silence, the guys get up from their seats and go where the head of the school ordered.
At the exit from the dining room, George runs into Paige and Will.
"Do you want candies with different flavors?" he says and opens his palm, on which lies several small yellow bundles of various shapes.
"With pleasure!" Will agree.
She gets used to the fact that sweets are sweet and tasty, but as soon as the girl puts the one that George gave in her mouth, she understands that it is different.
"What is this?" Will grimaces.
"Did I give you something else? - afraid the red. - Exactly. Earwax."
"What?" Will has a face that looks like she's about to burst into tears.
Yes! She is ready to burst into tears from the nasty taste in her mouth.
"Sorry! I messed up."
"This one tastes like tea rose petals. Delicious. That's for sure!"
Paige take a chance to try.
"Really delicious!"
"Sabrina, don't be mad at me, okay," ask George.
"It's ok. It happens, " to squeeze out Will and, covering his mouth with his hand, rush to the toilet room.
On the way back, she stumbles upon the director, who, with several teachers, is repairing a stained glass window that was broken today.
"Miss Radcliffe, why aren't you in the tower?" Mr. Goodden asks.
"Sorry. I just felt sick and I ran to the toilet ..."
Will is ready for any punishment.
"Do you feel better?"
The girl nods timidly.
"Then get back to yourself."
Will nod gratefully once more and walk away.
"Finish without me, - turn the director to the teachers. - The headstudents are probably already waiting for me."
After the departure of Mr. Gudden, the stained-glass window should be repaired quickly and go about their business.
Pity stained glass! After all, the next day to break it again.
"Let's run!" shout Seamus Finnigan.
And together with Neville, George, Ron and Harry, take to their heels.
"It turned out great!" says the older Weasley.
"I accidentally," Finnigan says, annoyed as he runs.
"We know, Seamus," Harry reassurs him.
To save the guys from Filch, as always, help out the room.
"Listen, - says George, - let's go visit Filch while he's chasing us all over Hogwarts. He's got a lot of cool stuff taken from students."
"You still need someone to distract him. He's not going to run like that all day," Seamus says.
"All right, I'll send him on the wrong trail, - Harry agrees. - Then we'll meet in the living room. Don't linger at Filch's."
He exits carefully.
Harry can be find Filch in the western corridor. The one to keep looking.
"If it wasn't you, then what were you doing there?" Filch ask a frightened sophomore.
Breaking another stained glass window is a pity for Harry, so he decides to act directly. Harry carefully draws his wand while staying around the corner and, with good aim, shoots Filch in the side, then quickly ducks behind a large potted flower. This terrible watchman, cursing everyone in the world, run alongside.
Having made sure that the caretaker will disappear around the corner, and he will not calm down, and will continue to search for a long time, Harry wait a couple of minutes, and then get out from behind the potted and slowly go to the living room.
Ron, Neville, Seamus and George are already seated in the room. Dean is also join them.
"I wonder who he took it from?" Ron pick up a plank with two ropes.
"Most likely, this is a swing that spreads only on the street, and the ropes stretch to the sky and due to this you can swing on it," George explains.
"How do you know so much about Filch stuff?" surprised Neville.
"Heard a few things from seniors when I was a junior, other times we…we had a gut feeling, "George take a breath.
Ron also lower his head. The boys sit in silence for a while.
"All right, - Ron says in a flat voice. - I'll take this."
"Do you want to rock Hermione and Ginny?" Harry guesses.
The guys go to the most remote part of the garden, where usually no one is.
"Well, what a surprise?" not stand this to know Ginny and Hermione.
Ron and Harry, silently smiling, throw up the rocker. It's flying up, and then start to fall down, but not fall to the ground, but twitching once, stop a meter away from it.
"Please sit down!" Harry invites.
Girls fit together. The boys stand on both sides and begin to swing the rocker.
"It's been so long since I've been swinging," Hermione says, her eyes twinkling.
"It's like being a child," Ginny cheers like a child.
"And I remember fishing with my dad from childhood, - Ron tells. - And he never used a magic wand, but always sat with an ordinary Muggle fishing rod. I fell into the water very often thanks to George and…- Ron stop, but then still speak, - and Fred."
Ron lowers his head while Ginny's smile fades.
"You are a happy family, you always have fun,- Hermione encourages, - and most of my childhood was taken up by books. I remember the very first its. It was big and a bit shabby, called "Encyclopedic Dictionary".
"Who would doubt that!" Ron grins just as sadly.
"Maybe you won't be so sad, - Harry intervenes, - if an old friend tells you that you are his family and he is very happy about it. And immensely happy."
"It's true!" Hermione says.
Smiles return to the faces of friends.
"Sorry, buddy, we remember about. We're glad we have you!" says Ron.
Meanwhile, the sky begins to get dark. Coolness permeates the garden. The guys rock and rock, breathing in the freshness of a little sleepy evening.
"Do you know what I think? - ask Hermione. - It seems to me that there is some sympathy for Director Gudden."
Ron and Harry look at each other.
"What nonsense!" says the first.
"I didn't notice anything like that," Harry says.
"It also seems to me, to support Ginny's friend, that Mr. Goodden and Professor McGonagall like each other."
"Yes," Hermione nodds.
"George said that Flitwick also got someone, - Ron says, - a lady from the East."
"And I saw Hagrid,- says Harry, - sending an owl to Miss Maxime."
"Everyone is so loving, - Ginny says. - I can imagine if someone secretly got married!"
The guys laugh merrily as they imagine their proper teachers doing something in secret.
Start to get cold. Hermione shivers, rubbing her hands.
"Maybe let's go," she suggests, getting up from the swing.
"Really, let's go,- Harry says, picking up the rocker. - And then we sit here, discussing teachers."
Ron suggest running to the kitchen for hot chocolate. But the guys, considering that it was not worth going with the whole bunch, because they could be easily caught, they decided that the redhead would go alone.
They hurriedly walk towards the school. In parallel, the guys discuss which of the professors is ideal for each other, otherwise it will not be very good to influence each other and who is generally contraindicated for each other.
It's all so ridiculous and the couples are so ridiculous that Hermione shes tears of laughter, Ron and Ginny hold their stomachs, and Harry is generally ready to roll on the floor from laughter.