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A small planter in the corner of the enlarged Headmaster’s office that no one had been paying attention, stood up and turned around to reveal Hermione Granger covered in homemade fake planter camouflage.

“This,” Hermione called out loudly thrusting a finger into the air, “is a job for the DA!”

She threw a small round pellet onto the ground that exploded in a flash of light and thick plumes of smoke.

As the people nearest were coughing from the smoke, and blinking the echo of the flash from their vision, they saw Hermione was no longer present in the office.

Minerva was coughing into her hand and waving the smoke away. “I didn’t even see her there. Did anyone know she was there?”

“I couldn’t see her,” Moody admitted. “My eye got nothin’.”

Albus cast a spell to banish all the excess smoke away and sighed. “Why is it that DA members keep lowering themselves to Mr. Potter’s level of maturity? And none of them seem to have the inverse effect on Harry himself?”

“Because he’s a born leader?” Tonks suggested.

“Because he’s brilliant?” Fred offered.

“Because he’s a lean, mean, Dark Lord vanquishing machine?” George pondered aloud.

Snape hissed in irritation. “Haven’t you ever heard a rhetorical question, you imbeciles?”

“Absolutely,” Fred answered immediately.

“Many times,” George continued.

“I don’t know,” Tonks said scratching her chin. “What do they sound like?”

Snape was livid. “They sound like-”

“That was rhetorical,” George snapped.

“You imbecile,” Fred finished.

Everyone turned towards Tonks, who just shrugged. She finally added, “Motherfu-”

“Thank you, Tonks,” Albus interrupted. “Let’s move on, please.”

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