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DeathEater24601 
Desdemonda, who had just been heading to the broomshed in hopes on tuning up her broom, which she usually left in the musty corner of the seemingly near-collapsing shed with a charm placed on it to prevent bundimuns and doxies from destroying it. She stopped in her tracks and cringed as some horrid shrieking was coming from inside... with the general tune of... some Muggle children's song?
Sighing inwardly, she made her way towards the door and, as silently as she could, slipped into the shed. "You know, I always thought that using torturing curses at Hogwarts was strictly against the rules... even on kneazles," she remarked dryly, standing behind Billium. She had a parchment notice rolled up in her right hand, a thin, emerald green seal on the outside to hold it in place. "What in Merlin's name was that supposed to be?" It was probably something that didn't quite make sense, as Muggle songs often were. Maybe the... the... Muffin Bland. Something like that. She couldn't make out the lyrics in Billium's horrific singing.
Will made a face at Desdemonda -- the first girl he's seen outside of Hogsmeade and it
had to be her.
Greaaaat. "Hey Dessie, how's life in giiiiirls finishing school? Learning how to keep your pinkies up and not to slurp your tea?" He smirked, sure that they were learning more actual magic than the girls. Lord Borr's class notwithstanding, of course...
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DumbledoRO After signing up for Quidditch tryouts, Rapunzel was delighted to be thisclose to a Quidditch pitch again.
Nothin quite like fresh air in yer blonde hair to lighten up the day! she thought merrily, starting to whistle as she strolled to the broomshead. Her poor Nimbus could probably use a good tail-clipping....
As she approached the shed, however, she picked up on a tune different from her whistling.
"Oh my, it's the Muffin Man!" Punz murmured aloud, her green eyes sparkling with joy.
"I can whistle that too!"
And she picked it up, right where whoever was singing (and doing a fantastic job) was at the moment.
"Tweet tweet twee, twee twee twoo twee, twoo twee twee twoo twee....." 
At that moment a lovely, perfectly-tuned whistling came... as though a songbird were picking up his tune and echoing it back to him. Oh,delight! He disregarded Desdemonda for a moment to sing back,
"Mmm-mmm-mmm... THE MUFFIN MAN.... MUFFIN MAN... Muffin man..." Wherever was it coming from? He listened, waiting for a reply.