The rest...

Across the large clearing, several Gryffindors were gathered around a tent that was nearly impossible for them to put up. At the same time, they were plotting how best to prank Snape, who was looking too happy for them to be comfortable.

"Well..." Ron started then stopped and screamed, drawing stares from students all around him. "Absolutely bohemian, creepy, downright exasperating, fairly ghastly..." he managed to creatively swear his way through the alphabet... "mosquitoes!" Ron began to run around in circles, slapping his body.

Hermione sighed, watching the man of her dreams run in circles and kill insects. She could help him! She WOULD help him!

"WAIT!" she shrieked and raised her wand. "In memory of Rita Skeeter," her voice was sarcastic. "Mosquitus Terminus." The mosquitoes all disappeared.

"Okay, so what was your idea for pranking Snape?" Harry asked Ron, who had collapsed on the ground after the mosquitoes all disappeared. Colin Creevey suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Maybe you guys shouldn't talk about this in front of me..." he started to leave, but paused at their surprised glances. "I'm just... I can't really... I... STOP BADGERING ME! Alright, alright... I'll tell you. My name isn't Colin. I"m not a Creevey. My name is Herman, and I'm a Snape. Professor Snape's nephew. I'm so ashamed!" He began to sob.

Everyone stared at him, and then moved about 10 feet to the right and continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. Colin, I mean Herman, continued to sob.

A few minutes later, their plan was inacted. An army of house elves, who had been informed that Snape DESPARATELY needed some S'mores, sat on said Potions Professor and force-fed him the gooey confections. Unfortunately for the naughty Gryffs, Snape loved S'mores, and was quite content with this arrangement.

Zy kept calling from the sidelines, "Don't eat too many, Snapey! You'll get fat and lose your good looks!" Someone threw a smelly sock at her, but no one knows who.

On yet another side of the clearing, Draco Malfoy was pouting because Jenn wouldn't love him. Somehow, the concept had finally sunk all the way through all that hair gel, and he was distraught that the evil love of his life could not evilly love him back. Cass, who had given up on the thumb wrestling lessons once Snape was sufficiently coated in house elves and S'more goo, stomped her foot.

"This is supposed to be fun. I'm not sure anyone is having fun," she watched as several third years put out their friend, who was on fire. "Was this a bad idea?" A gigantic bear lumbered out from behind some bushes and chased a fifth year Ravenclaw up a tree. "I know I can make SOMEONE'S day brighter. I'll try... Malfoy. MI!" The younger eliter snapped to attention. "Go and comfort Malfoy."

She stared at Cass for a few moments in shock and dismay, before turning to cross the large clearing. Under her breath, she mumbled, "What am I supposed to say to him? Cheer up! There are other evil fish in the sea. I'm not a flippin' therapist..." Cass could hear her but ignored her.

After only a few minutes talking, Draco grabbed MI's hand and kissed it. She blushed prettily, and the two skipped across the clearing holding hands. Cass looked for a smelly sock to throw, but decided to let it slide.

However, McGonagall threw down her plate of Beanie Weanies and kicked a log. "That's it! I can't take it anymore." She thrust a note into Dumbledore's hand and went to pack up her stuff. It read:

"Evil Dumbledore,
Evil evil evil evil evil evil. Evilly evil evil evil evil QUITE evil evil. Evil evilness evil evil evil evil evil evil, evil evil evil evil evil! EVIL EVIL EVIL!

Evilly, Minerva McGonagal

P.S. Evil? Evil evil evil!"

"It would appear," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard, "That Professor McGonagall is resigning until the camping trip has ended."

"But... how is she planning on leaving?" Cass said, rolling her eyes at Minerva's shortsightedness. If she didn't stop being so shortsighted, she might run right into something sharp and ouchy.

Flitwick screeched to a stop in front of them, driving a rusty VW van with loud colors painted on the sides. Minerva hopped into the passenger seat, and the two screeched out of the clearing.

Cass sighed. "Where's that portkey? Could it take us to Disney Land and then back to Hogwarts?"