Soon...

Harry has another nightmare. You can tell by his strained neck and sweaty chest that he is not happy...

Is he dreaming of Voldie, perhaps?

Or how about a creepy hand?

Even this bathroom door is strange!

But no, our dear little Harry is having nightmares about THIS.  A beautiful sunset somewhere out in the country. 

.... well....  it *could* be scary.... You can get skin cancer from being out in the sun too long!  OMG HARRY, PUT ON SOME SUNSCREEN!!!

(ps:  does anybody remember this scene?!?!)

Harry:  "I ALMOST DIED FROM A SUNSET!!  I am so freaked right now!"

Ron:  "If looking like I actually care about your dreams with sunsets will put me in this scene again, than by Golly I will act it!"

Rom:  "Harry, I care about your nightmares with sunsets.  You should be having nightmares that are more... manly.... what about last year with all of those dreams about Hermione?  I could hear you grunting in your sleep, saying 'Oh, Hermione, baby, I loveeeeee you, I-"

Harry:  "RON STOP IT!"

Later, in classes...

Girl:  "Oooh, pretty bird!"

Other girl:  "Wow, it's so.... birdlike!"

Girl:  "Just look at it fly!  Wheeee!"

Hermione (on left side):  *writes letter*  "'Dear Harry... I heard that you are dreaming of sunsets again.  Not that this is necessarily wrong, but what happened to your dreams of me?'  Oh no, that doesn't sound mean enough.  'Dear Harry... STOP DREAMING IN SUCH A GAY MANNER!'  That should do it!"

Shouldn't these students be used to, oh, I dunno... magic... by now?  I mean, how interesting is a PAPER BIRD?!?  Puh-lease, McGonagall changed into a cat the first year, and they didn't even care about that.  But a paper bird?  Oooh, that is just SO much cooler.  *yawn*

Umbridge:  "If you don't stop paying attention to that paper bird, than I shall hit you with my wand!"

Umbridge:  "Good!  Now, first of all... TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!  How I wonder what you are!  Up above the world so high-"

Umbridge:  "Can anybody finish the rest of the song for me?"

Ron:  "Seriously?  This is what the class is going to be like?  Singing the songs the whole time?  Bring it on!"

Umbridge:  "Now, now, class.  Apparently you all have had so much wizard training that you haven't even learned your nursery rhymes!  I shall pass out a book to educate you."

. . .

Nice.

Harry:  "'How to sing everything from Mary had a Little Lamb to Pop! Goes the Weasel.'  Wow, challenging course-work, eh?"

Ron:  "Pop! Goes the Weasel?!?!?  What does that mean??"

Harry:  "How is this going to prepare us to fight Voldemort?  Isn't that the whole purpose of school?  To prepare for what's out there?"

Umbridge:  "Didn't Dumbledore always say that LOVE was the only thing that you had that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had?  And nursery rhymes ARE love!"

Harry:  "Well, maybe so, but... this whole class is ridiculous!  And I couldn't possibly defeat Voldie by shouting out 'BAA BAS BLACK SHEEP HAVE YOU ANY WOOL!'"

Umbridge:  "Not if you say it like that!  You have to put EMOOOOTIIIIOOOONNNN into it!"

Hermione:  "If it makes you feel any better, Harry, I think you sang it very well."

Umbridge:  "Now, let's all say it with EMOTION.  Ready?  BAA BAA BLACKSHEEP, HAVE YOU ANY WOOOOOOOOL?  YES SIR YES SIR THREE BAGS FULL!"

Harry:  *thinks*  OMG this is retarded.

Ron:  *thinks*  Harry, your ears are WEIRD, man!

Black girl:  *thinks*  Man, I wish my hair was a shiny as the girl's sitting next to me....

Shiny hair girl:  *thinks* I wish I was in Hufflepuff!

Girl on left:  *thinks* I hate my life.

Girl on right:  *thinks*  OMG BOOKS!  AND THESE WON'T MATCH MY OUTFIT!!  I WISH I WAS IN HUFFLEPUFF!!!!