Letter From The Editor
By Alisha
There is something to be said for the delectably irreverent chaos that occurs every year at the end of term. Students find themselves unable to resist sleeping, the rate of pranking increases, and the stress level for everyone involved is higher than the ceiling of the Great Hall. Tension between the houses is thick enough to cut with a butter knife--especially this year since Slytherin is set to take the house cup for a second time. I was looking forward to some downtime, peace, and quiet, but my darling staffers had other ideas. I stumbled into the office one warm morning, coffee stains on my button up, circles under my eyes, and a stack of textbooks under my arm, and I found them huddled in a corner, whispering excitedly. I approached cautiously, my flight response beginning to creep up my spine. It was as if I was approaching a temperamental dragon, waiting to snap its jaws close, when I heard the word "rebellion." My heart plummeted down to my stomach, and all hope of some quiet time to finish my studying, and perhaps take a nap died. Oana and Pansy waltzed in a few moments later, boxes of prank items clutched in their arms. Lulu and Tyler were behind them, dragging a crate of what I can only guess was gillyweed. My staffers were going to start an end of term rebellion. They looked to me, grins growing on their cheeks. I shook my head with an exasperated sigh, and stormed to my cramped office, slamming the door in their faces. I was way too tired for this pile of dragon dung. Rebellions take time, energy, and no small amount of cunning to pull off without losing all of the house points we've worked our collective rears off to earn. It's like my staffers were trying to lose the house cup, and the idea of the Ravenclaws taking that cup was too much for me too bear. I didn't want any part of it.
But, dear readers, you know me well enough to know that eventually, I was going to get roped into this, and boy did I ever. I was happily studying in the library when I saw two of my staffers setting some traps in the rows of books; then I noticed Filch headed their way. I had to act fast to protect my staffers. Pansy had snuck a bag of Instant Darkness Powder into my pocket, so I quickly pulled it out, and unleashed it into the crowded library. We all got away safely. That was how I joined the rebellion, entirely on accident, I might add. Before I know it, I'm smuggling Canary Creams and Portable Swamps to classes, and causing some irreverent chaos of my own. Luckily, I think a few of the of the professors are in the rebellion too, so I think we'll be getting away with it this year.
So, it is with some hard-mustered enthusiasm that I encourage all of you to join the rebellion, and send this term off with a bang--literally. Fireworks, swamps, acid pops, whatever your prank item of choice it, use it, and have some fun. Think of it as stress relief in between exams. Best of luck!
Always Yours,
Alisha