I was wandering around town, making everything happier, you know? A little murder here, SmileX there, and whacking people with my sand-filled rubber chicken. All of a sudden this crazy bird swoops down on me and begins to peck my head. After kindly telling it to get lost, I take the letter it had dropped and read it.

'Ms Harley Quinn
Somewhere on the street
Gotham

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear miss Quinn,

    We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all nessasarily books and equipment. We apologize for any inconveniences caused by this untimely post, it seemed your letter never made it to you when you were 11.

Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
    Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress'

After reading it, the first thing Harley thought was 'Pigfarts? 'Da heck?' Then she cracked up at the fact that a school was called Pigfarts.