Set in second year in the universe of my story "Muggleborn Daughter of Hermes". Written for my own personal amusement.

Hermione stared at it.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "You of all people got a Howler?"

Written behind the Howler, however, were the words:

We're all in this together. Hope you like our gift, Ari.

-your loving brothers the Stolls

Slowly, a grin made its way onto Hermione face.

"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked. "This is going to a huge embarrassment."

"For all those who have never watched it," Hermione replied back.

"Eh?" Harry and Ron asked.

Hermione swiftly opened it to hear the near-identical voice of Travis and Connor Stoll.

"WHAT TEAM?"

The muggleborns immediately perked up.

"WILDCATS!"

"WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS!"

"WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!"

He muggleborns all returned to their eating as though nothing had happened, causing all of the purebloods and Harry to look around in a dazed manner with a confused expression on.

"What the bloody hell was that, Hermione?" Draco interrogated crabbily as he marched up to the Gryffindor table followed by Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.

"Coach said to fake right

Break left

Watch out for the pick

And keep your eye on defence

You gotta run the give and go

And take the ball to the hole

But don't be afraid

To shoot the outside

Just keep yah head in the game

Just keep yah head in the game

Don't be afraid to shoot the outside

Just keep yah head in the game," Hermione sang with a sweet smile on her face.

"You gotta get'cha get'cha head in the game; We gotta get our get our get our get our head in the game," the rest of the other muggleborns sang back.

Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and even Ron and Harry stared at her in pure, unadulterated bafflement, to which Hermione replied with, "Get your head in the game, guys. Honestly!"

Then she took a long sip of her pumpkin juice, and smirked triumphantly.