Out of my League

Chapter Thirty Three

Every day in Umbridge's class seems to get worse. Not to mention all of the ridiculous rules she's put into place. Today we're supposedly learning about different types of defensive spells, like we don't do that everyday. And it's not like we're actually learning anything, we don't get to practice them so how would we know if we're able to perform them correctly?

I can sense Harry fuming from across the room, it's so frustrating for him to listen to someone who believes he shouldn't be attending school. She shows a clear bias to Harry when it comes to discipline, he's the only one who ever gets punished for speaking out or getting something wrong. Whenever he gets detention he always comes back with these cuts on his hands. I try to convince him to tell Dumbledore but he refuses every time.

"Professor." Harry calls while raising his hand slightly. Umbridge turns her head at him sharply and begins over to his desk, her heels clicking obnoxiously with each step.

"What is it Potter?" She asks through her forced smile. Her tone changes when she says his name, almost as if it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

"We've learned this already, in third year." He states "Of course we actually practiced it then." He mutters under his breath.

"I don't like your snarky comments." She begins as she walks back to the front of the class "You've just earned yourself yet another detention Potter." She smiles evilly. Harry slouches in his seat, he knows what's coming. I can't sit here any longer and let him suffer while nobody does anything about it. I stand up quickly as my chair slides back making an awful screech. The entire classes eyes fall on me.

"I'll do it for him, if that's allowed." I stutter.

Umbridge laughs "You'd serve a detention for him?" She asks while glaring at Harry.

"Yes, if you'd let me please." I ask.

"That's stupid, you don't have to do that." Harry cuts in.

"Shut it Potter!" Umbridge scolds while slamming her hand on the desk. "I'll see you in my office after classes are over, Wood." She smiles slightly. Unfortunately I still gave her the satisfaction of bothering Harry but it's better than him being abused any more.

I sit back down slowly as Harry looks at me depressingly. The last thing he wants is me to do this for him but that doesn't mean I won't do it.

It probably won't be that bad anyways, especially because I'm not Harry and she won't go as hard on me.

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"Hello, take a seat." Umbridge greets rather joyfully, it tells me she's about to entertain herself. "From my understanding, you're taking the place of Potter?" She asks as I sit down at a table with a quill and just a single piece of parchment. 

"Yes ma'am." I say sweetly hoping that she'll have some mercy towards me.

"Right, then you'll be taking his exact punishment. You knew what you were getting into when you spoke out in my class like that." Her tone goes from partially friendly to complete disgust in my former actions. "Pick up the quill." She instructs.

I do as she says.

"Now I want you to write the exact words 'I will not disrespect my superiors' until you fill the page.

This is much less of a punishment than I thought I would be getting. The worst that'll happen is that I might have a sore hand from writing so much.

I begin writing the sentence that she explained but I stop immediately because the top of my right hand begins to bleed. I look up at Umbridge who has a large grin as she hands me a tissue. I wipe the blood off and it reveals some writing in what looks like my handwriting.

I will not disresp

I check the parchment and that's exactly how far I had gotten in the sentence before stopping. I look back at my hand in disbelief, this is why Harry always comes back with cuts, she makes him mark himself up with whatever she wants. It just makes me even more glad that it's me this time and not him.

"Keep going." She nods her head in the direction of the quill which I dropped on the table. I pick it up and continue writing, my eyes begin to water because of the horrible pain. It's as if someone were really carving the words onto my hand.

She keeps sighing out of boredom, I'm sure it's because I'm not complaining or arguing with her. She feeds off of that kind of stuff, it's what makes her able to punish us like this. She enjoys watching us be disciplined greatly for very minor things.

A loud bang on the door startles the both of us. She turns towards the door knob which is shaking rapidly but won't budge open, I hadn't notice that she locked us in here. She reaches in her pocket for the key and slowly inserts it into the keyhole and twists while pressing her hand against the door to hold it shut even after she unlocks it.

"Who's there?" She asks cautiously.

"I'm here to take my detention, I never agreed to Kennedy doing it for me. She didn't do anything wrong." Harry yells from outside the door.

Umbridge giggles a little to herself and opens the door slightly so she can talk to him face to face. "Oh Potter, always the heroic type aren't you? It's a shame that you're just a tad too late." She grins while gesturing for him to come into the vibrantly pink office.

"Kennedy don't write anything she tells you-" He stops when his eyes fall on my hand. He looks between Umbridge, me and my hand for a minute at least before speaking up again. "I'm so sorry." He mutters while looking at the ground.

"Yes I'm sure you are now hurry along, her detentions not over yet." Umbridge sneers.

Stunned by what he's just seen, Harry backs out of the room shamefully. I want to yell for  him to come back and get me out of this office but I know it's unrealistic and it'll just get him and I in more trouble.

"Quite the nuisance that one is." Umbridge scoffs.

"No." I mumble. I don't know why I said that, it just sort of came out.

"What did you just say to me?" She questions. I shake my head in response, hoping she'll just let it go. "No no, go ahead and repeat it." She insists. Her whiny voice has gotten on my last nerve, I push the writing supplies away from me and stand up.

"I said-" I begin to talk back to her but it's no use to me "Nothing professor, I didn't say anything." I correct myself.

"Have you no literate skills? Read the message engraved on your skin." She instructs while grinning, somehow in that sick twisted mind of hers she finds joy in torturing innocent teenagers.

"Right." I say while sitting down and going back to copying the same sentence over and over.

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