"June, we got June – "


"So that's May, anybody says sooner? How 'bout sooner?"

"Look at her; she'll be gone by mid March."

"So that's mid March, any other dates? No, no? OK – how then, how?"

"She'll just go back at the end of the year."

"Nah, we're so going to drive her crazy."

"The Ministry will finally realize how big of an idiot she is and take her away."

"No, they'll realize they're wrong and take her back."

"She'll get arrested for illegal acts."

"OK, OK, so that's just go back, drive crazy, realize she's an idiot and take her away, realize they're wrong and take her back, and get arrested – anybody have anything else? Anything else?"

"Dumbledore will have to go into hiding and she'll be made temporary Headmistress and the power will get to her head and she'll end up somehow pissing off the centaurs, and they will take her away and drive her crazy on the same night – the night OWLs end – the ministry realize their wrong and she'll go back but she won't get fired."

Everybody turned and stared at Ron, some mouths hanging open. Ron looked back and just shrugged his shoulders saying "What?" They all just shook their heads before turning back to Fred, George and Lee who were standing on the fountain within the courtyard, holding the session.

"So, anything else, anything at al-"

"What is going on here?" A girlish voice simpered and they all turned to see the teacher they were betting over, McGonagall right behind her. Lee and the twins quickly stuffed their betting pads and the money bag into their pockets, trying to look innocent, as all the kids in front of them shifted uncomfortably.

"Ummmm..." Ernie said nervously as he shifted from foot to foot, looking at others for help.

"Mr. Weasley," Umbridge said in her high, girlish voice as she looked at the two twins. They looked at each other before shrugging.

"Opening our yearly betting people on the fate of this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Fred said sounding rather bored.

"It's a rather good to make money – they always leave the least way you expect them to. I mean last year we couldn't do it because he told us ahead of time he was leaving..." George said with a shrug and a sigh.

"We never start it until a week into school," Fred went on.

"You know, so all students can have got some sort of experience with the teacher," George continued.

"To give them a fair chance," They finished together.

"Oh, and encase you forgot, this year's Defence teacher is you," Lee added rather boldly and a lot of people snorted into their hands while Fred and George smirked.

"All three of you, detention, the rest of the week," Umbridge said before turning and leaving.

McGonagall just dropped her head into her hands though a small smile was on her face.

(Funnily enough, for the first time since the pooling started, somebody won. Ron made forty-five gallons that year.)

8. Starting a betting pool on the fate of this year's DADA teacher is tasteless and tacky, not a clever money-making concept.