"Sweet merlin of-" Constantine jumped back from the cauldron, his heart beating 10 times faster than doctor recommendation. He could of snarled at the bloody ghost when he slapped him, but his eyes were covered by an acorn smelling cloth.

"You, stupid, poltergeist!" he growled, pulling the cloth of his head, prepared to attack the darn thing. No sooner had his eyes be unclothed, he received a face full of potion, knocking him to the floor as he ingested some. Coughing, he picked himself up off the floor, thoroughly angry.

"I hope you like being dead, boy, cause you're about to do die agaainnnnnnnnnnn." The last word came out of his mouth in a song like manner, with the perfect voice. He quickly clasped a hand of his mouth as all the colour drained from his face. He was only supposed to sing for Madison. No students. No collegues. And definitely NOT darn poltergeist!

Wait, wait...maybe it was just the spur of the moment. Slowly, he uncovered his mouth and opened it to chew out the ghost again. "There's no business like show business, like no business I knooooow!" He quickly covered up his mouth again, his face a mixture between pure fury and shock. He should have just let Bontecou kill him.

"Bontecouu!" he sang, pointing a threatening finger at the man, "you BETTER have something to fix thisss!!"

Cadence stifled a giggle as the other professor in front of her burst out into song. He had quite a lovely voice! So this was what the potion did, make you spontaneously break out into song? Cadence didn't think this potion would have much an effect on her as her life was already one big long musical.

Paris watched everything from under her table. She couldn't hold in her giggle as the man fell over and then jumped up and started singing. She crawled out from under her table. He was singing one of her favorite musicals. "Everything about it is appealing, Everything the traffic will allow, No where could you have that happy feeling." She sang along with him. She clapped when they were done. She loved musicals.

"This is not funnyyy!!" he continued to sing, stamping his foot a little. Well, at least he had a good singing voice (and no, he's not just saying that to sound narcissistic). "That ghostttt is reallyy LUCKKY that he cannn nottt, die againnn!" Neo clasped his hand back over his mouth; he should just stop talking.

For about the rest of his life. Excluding summers. And his wedding day.

"Stoppp ittttt," he burst outt, turning his finger towards the Slytherin girl. As if needed someone to give him a reason to continue.

Since things had calmed down a little, Patricia took her wand out and started to clean the floor and desks with quick passes over the different drips, puddles and splashes she saw. It was dangerous to walk around the place, one could slip and hurt themselves badly. Thank Merlin her mum was a neat freak and had taught her cleaning spells during the summer.

She slowly got to where the professors were standing, one singing as he spoke, which was kind of funny. But she didn't giggle in his presence. Looking into his potion streaked face, she asked timidly, "Would you like me to clean that up, sir?" she pointed to his robe and head. "My mum taught me the basic cleaning spells... it won't hurt." she blushed a bit, but she wanted to help anyway.

Jake bit his lip as he heard the Professor. He did not react to the Poltergeist, except perhaps jumping in surprise, and he didn't laugh at the new guy in the room (obviously the acorn hunter) because he couldn't possibly imagine being in that situation.

Jake backed away a little, pretending he hadn't noticed the singing, but inside, he screamed, "He was going to make us DRINK that stuff?!" Jake hoped the potion's reactions were based on the drinker, or that the potion had been a bad batch; they might still have to drink some...

Rey tried really hard not to laugh. Really... he did... honest... But he just couldn't help himself. He snorted at first and then just let it all out. Merlin, that was the best rendition of... He cleared his throat and giggled again as he moved to his desk. "It wears off," he assured Masterson.

Ok there was just something really funny when your Headmaster burst into laughter like a kid in a candy store, and Paris had to join in. The Headmaster's laughter was infectious. She cleared her throat to keep her composure.

"You have a nice voice sir," She smiled at him. This was like the best class she had ever been to. She rather liked the man's singing, he sounded good. "Go greased lightening your burning up the quarter mile," She sang. This was fun and she hoped the man sang along with her again. Grease was her father's favorite musical.

Cadence really liked this professor. She was going to love Potions. She simply beamed at the Headmaster as he laughed at the other Professor.

"Youuuuu cannnnot be seriousss!" Constantine stared in shock as Rey walked to his desk. "Youu cannnot just leave like thisss," he continued sing, "Why the heck did you have to makeee a potionnn with acornn in itttt?"

It was official, this headmaster was getting an acorn to the head when he wasn't looking.

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"You have a nice voice sir," She smiled at him. This was like the best class she had ever been to. She rather liked the man's singing, he sounded good. "Go greased lightening your burning up the quarter mile," She sang. This was fun and she hoped the man sang along with her again. Grease was her father's favorite musical.

Constantine bit his tongue as hard as he could. He had to fight the temptation. He was fighter and gosh darnnit, he was going to win! "...Go Greased Lightning you're coasting through the hit lap trialll."

Facepalm.

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Since things had calmed down a little, Patricia took her wand out and started to clean the floor and desks with quick passes over the different drips, puddles and splashes she saw. It was dangerous to walk around the place, one could slip and hurt themselves badly. Thank Merlin her mum was a neat freak and had taught her cleaning spells during the summer.

She slowly got to where the professors were standing, one singing as he spoke, which was kind of funny. But she didn't giggle in his presence. Looking into his potion streaked face, she asked timidly, "Would you like me to clean that up, sir?" she pointed to his robe and head. "My mum taught me the basic cleaning spells... it won't hurt." she blushed a bit, but she wanted to help anyway.

"Noooo, thank youuuu," he answered in his continued sing song voice from behind his hand.

Cadence decided to join in on the fun and started doing the choreography to "Greased Lightning" and joined in with the singing.

"Greased lighting go greased lightning," She sang.

She got beside the first year that she had helped with her fire and did the dancee moves along with her. Might as well go all out of you are going to do it properly.

Peeves' eyebrows shot up and he dropped down to JUST beyond the Singing Professor's reach.


"We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong
Remembered forever as shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom
Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be
Waoooooooooooooooo- Yeah!"

Peeves spun and sang and danced around the Professor McSings A Lot happily. He grabbed Neo's hand and twirled him, then skipped through the cauldrons on the tables.

Splish. Sploosh. Shlop.



"We're one of a kind like,
dip da dip da dip do whap de dobby!
do
Our names are signed --
boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy shooby do wap shoo bop!"

He overturned a cauldron, giggling.

OK - this lesson was going great so far!

Micheal had brewed the required potion, decanted some into vials and was waiting with everyone else to find out what it might be.

Then Peeves had arrived, creating pandemonium! although his emergence from the cauldron in a towel and bowler hat had a certain sense of style to it!

That nice Professor Masterson certainly had a nice singing voice though - as did a few other class members!
Like most of the class Michael was momentarily too shocked with events to react until Professor Bontecou had burst out laughing. Hard as he tried Michael burst into fits of laughter too!! Curiously he also felt an overwhelming desire to burst into song as well!

Michael thought that he might really enjoy Potions class!

check...potions? this was very very bad. Like her potion. She didn't exactly understand why her potion wasn't quite right, but as she finished it took a color of lime green and had huge purple bubbled coming up from it. Melanie shifted nervouly dreading the time he would come around to her. She viled the potion difficultly and as she put it in the vile it changed color yet again to a vibrant yellow. Melanie groaned. This was not going well at all.

Then a ghost showered them with potions. Melanie jumped, as she had never seen a ghost before and now her arm was covered in the awful smelling stuff. She wrinkled her nose in disgust half tempted to find some acorns and throw them at him. The only problem with that plan was well... the acorns would go right through him, so following another girl's lead she ducked under the long potions tables. Everyone was spazzing out over a ghost and Melanie could'nt say she was much better... seeing as she was under a table at the moment.

Melanie smiled as the other professer came in. Maybe they'ed take control now. She exchanged a look with Cadence. she was beginnig to like the Headmaster too.

They were'nt exactly taking control though.

"Heads up!" he called and tossed a vial to Masterson. "It's an antidote. And we did this potion because this is my beginner's class and this potion is harmless, even if badly brewed." He coughed to hide and prevent another fit of laughter.

Patricia stared up for a moment, then grinned. "It's rather true, you know" she said in a regular speaking voice, "you do have a lovely singing voice... um...sir."
She turned away before she let a little giggle come out, and truly guffawed as she reached her seat, giving her seat a quick pass with the cleaning charm just to make sure. She faced the front of the class, her shoulders jumping lightly as she giggled some more.

He continued to stir once every minute in five minutes. The instructions were particularly easy and it was just like making a cookie! Bumbumbedabumbum... Cam didn't know if he was just good at potion-making or it was because of the help of the humming in his head. A humming sound probably made it all easier since it took his mind off of concentrating and all of that. Oh whoopeee! Just about one more minute and he'd have to just stir once. Eaaasy as pie. It was Peeves that ruined everything though.

That poltergeist seemed to explode. Literally he exploded right in that cauldron. OH NO. Cam did not have fast reflexes and just closed his eyes hard when those black pieces of metal started to go everywhere. Only one hit to the head managed to make him fall to the floor. He didn't think of himself first (actually he did) but of the potion he was making. GASP, again!

The little boy quickly got up and looked back in the cauldron. A small piece of metal seemed to start sinking down to the bottom. Peeeeeves! That meanie-bo-beanie-who-ate-a-zuchinni-granted-by-a-genie! Cam couldn't help but to think how genius that ghost was though. It took him a while to notice a professor... that was singing.

Blink. Hogwarts is madness, I tell you. Madness.

He raised his hand as quickly as possible. "Professaah. Some little black metal thingy fell into the cauldron."

When Melanie looked at her, Cadence ran over and grabbed her and dragged her over to where Paris was, and made Melanie dance with her while she sang.

Jake watched the dancing and singing... he was absolutely... dumb-founded.

"Y'all are weeeeiiiird!" he exclaimed, as he stepped further back and into a wall, determined not to get caught up in Hogwarts; The Musical.

"For the love of all that is harmonic and acorn-y," Jake mumbled, covering his ears from the students' singing. Jake glared up at Peeves and said in a harsh whisper. "Poltergeists... may cause deafness." And then, a little louder. "Peeves, I salute you... or I would, if I wasn't drowning out certain voices..." Jake glared at the girls somewhat playfully.

Constantine felt himself being spun around by the blasted Peeves, but he came to a halt just in time to catch the vial Rey had thrown to him. He quickly downed the vial as if his life depended on it. He usually absolutely refused to take potions, but this was becoming a matter of life and dignity.

And frankly, he was rather fond of his dignity.

"Harmlessssss," he started to sing, but stopped and coughed, rubbing his throat a little, "I beg to differ." His normal voice was backk! Thank the acorns and all things loveable!

He could hug someone, but he wouldn't. He had a poltergeist to take care of.

"Stupid ghost," he growled, pulling his wand out and brushing his potion soddened hair out of his face.

It had been quiet for a few minutes, so Mariel decided to work a bit more on her potion. As the water had been boiling, she started to drop the ingredients in and let out a startled shriek as a loud explosion rocked the classroom, causing her to scatter the scurvy-grass and instinctively throw her hands up over her ears. Potion was now sprayed everywhere, including her face and down the front of her robes. Slowly she put her hands down and vaguely wiped at her face as she watched the next events unfold.

Apparently Peeves hadn't actually gone away as he was still causing complete chaos. With the presence of yet another adult, she looked at both of them helplessly, wondering why they had not yet rid the classroom of the poltergeist. Certainly an adult could take control?

She soon started chuckling as the groundskeeper started singing. He looked most uncomfortable but she really couldn't help it, until she realized he was singing because of the potion. That's what it was supposed to do? she thought horrified. She was almost grateful for the disturbance Peeves caused in not being able to finish her potion, not wanting to unknowingly be subjected to randomly singing musicals.

Patricia watched as the man slicked his hair back and armed himself against the poltergeist. Oooo! Wasn't he ever so dashing... she thought silently, drinking in his wet, but oh-so-wonderful physique. She sighed to herself. He was rather cute, even if he was mad as a hornet.

Becca's mouth DROPPED as random people bursted into song. Extremely old Muggle songs. And it was GREASE, of all things! Her favorite musical! First of all, the fact that there was any music at ALL going on inspired her to go retrieve her alto saxophone from the dormitory, bring it back, and play along with the singing by improvising. But class might be over by the time she made it from the Dungeons all the way up to the seventh floor and back. So, she simply settled for watching Peeves and the other professor with admiration.

"Grease IS the word," was all she said. And that was all that needed to be said. Period.

Lina was carefully making her way through the class. Her small size and silent feet were doing well, thought she was having some difficulty not becoming giggly herself. Once she thought she had a clear shot, she climbed up on the desk and tossed the modified potion at Peeves, hoping for a good shot.