Term was drawing to a close and he'd barely noticed!
Professor Flitwick was roping the Club into charming the baubles for the Trees in the Great Hall so that they would play short Christmas tunes and they were having great fun with it. The cheerful Professor had promised that they could bring one home to their families, so everybody was putting a special effort in.
Following an illuminating conversation with Justin and Kevin, who'd been positively shocked at the sight of real fairies being used as Christmas lights, Hannah was getting the 'magical raised' of the Club to organize a party so that the 'muggle raised' could experience a wizarding Christmas in all its glory before going home.
Despite being curious and excited at the idea, Sky'd overheard the Twins volunteer to help and had spared a relieved thought about not being the Prefect that would have to rein them in. Especially since as of late, the two red-heads were going through a phase of hyper activism that translated in an onslaught of pranks!
Nobody was safe: everyone had found their hair flashing weird colours at the very least – though the pranks on the Slytherins tended to be way more creative – and so far, Snape seemed to be the only Professor who hadn't been targeted – or maybe he was the only one who hadn't been caught.
The two menaces had even managed to spell the sets of armours to shout 'Make way for His Headship!' whenever Dumbledore passed by them…
And Sky and Leia's breath had caught, leaving them half-way through horrified terror and hysterical laughter, when they'd seen the Twins bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
Bouncing off Voldemort, that is.
Merlin protect us all…