Finally I will update. Sorry took so long, got busy with birthday stuff.

Hagrid was looking at the strange book he found in the hallway, not far from where he picked up Professor Snape. But since he couldn't read a word of it, he put it down on the table in front of him and began eating some pie.
A few minutes later, the quiditch captain of Slytherin started arguing with McGonagall as she was discussing the last match.
The yelling got louder and louder, then the Slytherin boy said something and the whole hall gasped, even the Author. *Gasp!*

McGonagall turned a funny shade of violet, hitched up her robes and began kicking the boy. Only then did he realised that he just swore at a teacher. So he turned around and started to run out of the great hall, while the professor tried to kicked at him every 3 steps. Which looked very amusing, a boy running on his tippee toes chased by older woman skipping, hopping and kicking.
In all the fuss Hagrid left the book on the table and ran after them.

Dumbledore was leaving at the same time as Ron and asked him to do something.
"Ah, Ron would you mind picking up Hagrids things he left behind and return them to him. I must dash to see if I've won the bronze pants trophy on SnitchSeeker. The good old pants game is the funniest thing ever."
"Sure professor Dumbledore, sir." replied ron, with a befuddled look on his face, thinking, "Trophy? SnitchSeeker? Pants?"
He collected a cloak, a large trap and a very familiar book.

Ron glanced around, but everyone was leaving and paid him no attention. He then pocketed the book and rushed off to return the rest to Hagrids hut before he came back.
'How on earth did Hagrid get a hold of this?' thought ron.
A voice apears out of nowhere. "I think the better question would be what will you do with it?"
"Who said that? Can you read my mind?" called Ron as he looked under the table.
"Me, and I'm not under the table, silly mortal. Yes I can read your mind, but more accurately I am controling it through my SnitchSeeker FF." the Author said

Ron got that peculiar look he gets when he has no clue whats going on.
"Oh, nevermind. Just go make some mischief."
So Ron crawled under the table and gave some serious thought to what mischief he would get up to.