My dears, I came to report my latest vision from the Orb regarding a play about a horse, but I find myself perplexed. The Orb has been covered by a pair of jockey shorts. Perhaps I must rest.
"You were out of bed on the night my office was broken into!" Snape hissed. "I know it, Potter! Now, Mad-Eye Moody might have joined your fan club, but I will not tolerate your behavior! One more nighttime stroll into my office, Potter, and you will pay!"