"Psst, George!" whispered Fred, during Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was he and his twin's second year, and Professor Elliott, the new professor, was a total bore. Everyone knows that reading muggle "Haiku" poems wasn't a real way to defend yourself against Lord Voldemort, a.k.a. You-Know-Who. Although, he's not a real threat right now, because of Harry Potter, but we won't get into that now. It's a long story.
"Yeah, Fred?" George was careful to be quiet as he hadn't perfected the charm to block out sounds from others.
"Use a summoning charm to steal Young's wand!"
"Great idea! Accio Mary Young's wand!" whispered George.
"AAAHHHHH!" a scream came from the Slytherin side of the room.
"Goodness, Miss Young, are you- oh my lord Miss Johnston go get Madam Ponfrey!" said Professor Elliott as Mary Young fainted.
"Um, excuse me, Professor Elliott?" came a voice.
"Yes, Miss Bennett?"
"I-I s-saw w-w-who d-did it."
"MR. WEASLEY YOU HAVE DETENTION WITH ME AT 7:30 TONIGHT."
"What in heaven's name do you want, Fred Weasley?" she screamed.
"It's all m-my fault. I told George to do it. I s-should be the one in detention tonight." Normally, Fred didn't stutter. However, Bernadette Elliott was as bad as a death eater. He had his suspicions, too.
"You just don't want your brother in detention. You had nothing to do with it. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
Fred knew there was no point in arguing. So he just left it.
"Listen for the wind. Potter's glasses aren't so cute. What the be e eep." joked a heavy dark arts supporter, Tammy Atkins, a Slytherin.
"Miss Atkins, a Haiku is about nature."
"I don't care what muggles say, this is NOT defense against the dark arts! I never liked it, but STILL! MUDBLOOD STUFF! OMG!"
"Tammy, please contain yourself. See me after class for a few moments. Do not worry, you are most certainly not in trouble."
"Oh, ok, thanks. Love ya! But not in that way." Tammy said, quite awkwardly.
Tammy Atkins couldn't have blushed any more.