pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

5:9

                   DOLORES DETENTIONS

     At five to five Harry and Celeste bade their dormmates goodbye and set off for Umbridge's office on the third floor, meeting at her door. When Harry knocked on the door she said, "Come in," in a sugary voice. They entered cautiously, looking around.

   Celeste had known this office under three of its previous occupants. In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here, it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner. When Lupin had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Dark creature in a cage or tank if you came to call. In the impostor Moody's days, it had been packed with various instruments and artifacts for the detection of wrongdoing and concealment.

      Now, however, it looked unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Celeste stared at them, transfixed until Professor Umbridge spoke again.

   "Good evening, Mr. Potter and Miss Diggory."

     Celeste started and looked around. She had not noticed her at first because she was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

     "Evening," Harry and Celeste said stiffly.

      "Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward two small tables draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for them.

     "Er," Harry said as Celeste sat down at the left desk. "Professor Umbridge? Er — before we start, I-I wanted to ask you a ... a favor."

      Her bulging eyes narrowed.

       "Oh yes?"

      "Well I'm ... I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday and I was — was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it — do it another night ... instead ..."

       "Oh no," Umbridge said, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. "Oh no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience. No, you will come here at five o'clock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. I think it is rather a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson I am trying to teach you."

     With what looked like a massive effort Harry looked away from her, dropped his schoolbag beside the straight-backed chair, and sat down.

     "There," Umbridge said sweetly, "we're getting better at controlling our temper already, aren't we? Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter and Miss Diggory. No, not with your quill," she added, as they bent down to open their bag. "You're going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are."

     She handed them a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point.

     "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies', Mr. Potter, and 'I must not be so naive', Miss Diggory," she told them softly.

       "How many times?" Celeste asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness.

     "Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in," Umbridge said sweetly."Off you go."