Muggle-Borns at Hogwarts

"I'm too hot"

I'm going to actually start making OC because I think you guys are getting sick of my vague descriptions.

Exams.

Ugh.

I know what you're thinking. A Ravenclaw student, not liking exams?

Well, if you're thinking this, you're not a Ravenclaw.

Yes, we're smart. But that doesn't mean we have to like it.

I sighed, and placed a period at the end of my essay question. My quill tore through the paper, and I huffed in frusteration. Why. Why the quills. Pencils can be  erased, and and don't TEAR THE PARCHMENT.

Anyway...

"One more minute! Finish your thoughts!" Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"Stop! Quills down!" 

A Gryffindor made a grab for the now-gone parchment. "I wasn't finished!"

"You had plenty of time!"

"Its hard to consentrate! I'm too hot!"

There was a shout of "Hot damn!" I stifled a laugh at the confused purebloods' faces.

Another fellow muggle born called out; "Call the po-lice and a fireman!"

Three others sang; "I'm too hot!" "Hot damn!"

I joined in. "Make a dragon wanna retire, man!"

Every muggle born started singing. 

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"Say my name, you know who I am."

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"And my band 'bout that moeny, break it down."

A Gryffindor shouted over the rest of us. "Girls hit your halleluja!"

"All right, that's quite enough!" Flitwick tried to calm everyone down, but he was drowned out by the chorus of "OOOH"s.

"Girls hit your halleluja!" 

"OOOH!"

"Girls hit your halleluja!"

"OOOH!"

"'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to ya!"

"'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to ya!"

"'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to ya!"

"Stop!"

"Saturday night, and we in the spot"

"DON'T BELIEVE ME JUST WATCH!"

Flitwick sighed as the classroom broke out in cheering, and we left to go to lunch.