"I'm a little beggarman, I am a beggar man, And I slept way down, in a barn at Caurabawn A wet night came on and I slept 'till the dawn With holes in the roof and the rain coming through And the rats and the cats, they were playing peek-a-boo When who should awaken but the woman of the house With her white spotty apron and her calico blouse She began to frighten and I said "Boo! Ah, don't be afraid ma'am it's only Johnny Dhu."
Die di die di diddle diddle dum Di die di die di diddle diddle dum. Diddle dum di di-" James cut short at the sound of a muffled yell through the storage room door.
It sounded like Sirius, it even had the same hoity-toity black drool dripping off it, but the fact was if Harry had figured out their code names third year, it was very possible some Slytherin had too. Then that hoity-toity-ness was manditory. You couldn't be a green cock up if you didn't have a prissy temperment.
He paused a long moment before yelling. "I'm afraid I'm quite happy where I am. I would rather not be raped, thank you. Come back tomorrow, I might feel differently."