However, this hoax proved to be a blissful blessing in dreadful disguise. Since nobody could confirm the rash rumour - or dutifully deny it - school was postponed until the second week of September, when the poor professors will have enough proof that the holiday hoax habituated in Hogsmeade is nothing but a hoax. Until then, everybody can relax in the sun and enjoy the extra holidays. (MF)

Chaotic broom celebrates bashfully the cool birthday of a charismatic bystander. The elvish editors equally elate in clearly congratulating this special spouse. A kilogram of cake will continually come to fully fill your fine flat. We cheerfully chose chocolate cake to contently convey our casual contempt. Bright birthdays bring another year to the long list of little lifetime. And yet you’re still young!

Thirty tiny candles glow in the dark and it apparently appears to be the droll daylight though it is only the nude night. Soft stars shyly smile but creative candles can positively push their pure power aside as they assuredly alight any delightful darkness. The whole heap hopes you have a happy (h)anniversary and more so hopes for many happy returns! Happy Birthday! (ALL)

Innumerable insects ingeniously inhabited the inter3esting islands and cosy coasts of the casual country. Our holy holiday was heftily horrified when a whole lot of lucky ladybirds distinctively decided to dozily dock onto our decided destination and stay for sure at the sunny and sandy shore.
Obviously the old ocean was no obvious obstacle but the idle insects easily introduced themselves to the surrounding islands to which we had firstly fled in order to actively avoid the eighth

of God’s seven pests. Gilderoy Lockhart’s guide was no good against the load of ladybirds. It could not even merely manage to mildly mash the meandering masses.
Wonderful wands were not wholly working as we were wilfully watched by millions of mean Muggles. We luckily left the low land to the little ladybirds and locked longingly for sure shelter in the small surroundings of our shady shed. Please do drop us an obvious owl when the ladylike ladybirds left at last!

Once again, Brian Cullen and Mike Flatley ventured into the Muggle World to take a break from their manifold duties at broom. This time, they opted for a seaside holiday together with some of their friends, whose names will not be given away for security's sake.

We've Got Feet!
Arriving at the coast in the pouring rain, we found our not-so-fashionable flat. It was situated very close to the beach. However, the rain prevented our going out that day, so we called it a day quite early and hoped for better weather.
Luckily for us, better weather did come and so we went for a long stroll thorugh our resort. Obviously we also needed supplies. Since it is simply impossible to conjur up food, we had to go shopping. In a Muggle shop, nay, a Muggle paradise. You can get everything there: food, drink, eclectic devices for plgs, funny little bulbs, candles and even batteries. We ended up buying some funny items for Arthur Weasley and quite a lot of food and stuff for us.

(The Muggle World) One more time one of the strange Muggle peculiarities creeps into our every day magical lives. The Muggle please is asking for everybody’s – that includes witches and wizards – help in a hit-and-run-offence. broom spoke to the Muggle please officer who is in charge.

broom: What exactly is a hit-and-run-offence?
PO: It is if someone leaves the scene of an accident.
broom: So what has happened exactly?
PO: A man was riding on his bike.
broom: Is this also an offence?
PO: No, usually not.
broom: Carry on then please officer.
PO: Well, as I said, the man was riding on a bike.
broom: Sorry to interrupt you again. You now say “the man” instead of “a man”.
PO: Did I, well, does it make any difference?
broom: Not to us.

PO: Is that of any matter to the accident?
broom: No, not the accident, but the story we will make of it. All readers will be quite attentive when they read “suddenly”, suspense will be rising and all of them will be eager to know how the story goes on.
PO: …suddenly.
broom: And in the best of stories the plot is delayed. The people will be very pleased. By the way, are you called “please officer” because you’re always addressed with these two words?
PO: No.
broom: What happened after the “suddenly”?

We here at broom are realy quite puzzled and at a loss why the please man fled. Anyway, a man fell off his bike because a mouse threw itself on the road. Now if you happen to meet a mouse which could be capable of throwing a man off his bike, please do contact your Muggle please forces. (BC)

(The World) As the late Voldemort no longer proves to be a threat to the like of you and me, some members of the magical world spoke of the fear that there was no one left to be feared. Little did these witches and wizards know what this summer had to offer: A pest worse than a hundred Muggles in your magic home invaded our private and most intimate spheres – the ladybirds.
As ladybirds themselves are not too scary, we decided to give a new name to them. And as this has previously worked so beautifully well with little Tom Riddle, we decided to take on the same strategy and from now on we will refer to the ladybirds as The Insects Whose name We Won’t Mention Any Longer As There Are So Many Of Them Now. Aren’t you scared yet?
Well, then picture this: Whole schools of ladybirds – oops, sorry – The Insects Whose name We Won’t Mention Any Longer As There Are So Many Of Them Now flying through the air and landing on every possible, impossible and inappropriate place – and if we say any we mean any!