I wrapped up my stuff and walked to the door. Ginny caught up with me.
"Are you seriously going?"
"Of course I am. Its not like it's the first one I'm going to anyway," I said.
"I'd watch it around her, I mean I want to do what you did just as much, but I cant," she said.
"Well dont, cause I'm her first detention, I'll tell you how it goes," I said and we split ways.
I made my way up all the stairs to her office. I opened the door at 4:05 and she was sitting at her desk, a pot of tea in front of her. She looked up at me and her sick smile returned to her face.
"Good afternoon," I greeted, looking at the millions of cat plates around her room. I cringed.
She didnt reply and motioned to the separate desk on her left.
I put my bag down on the floor and sat down. A piece of parchment was in front of me, and an ink pot. I bent down and rummaged in my bag for a quill.
"You wont be needing that, I'll give you one," she said from behind me. She handed me one of her quills and I took it.
"What am I supposed to write?"
"I will obey my superiors," she said.
I rolled my eyes and started to write. She sat down and sipped her tea, still looking at me.
I got through a couple lines before a shooting pain came in my leg. I hissed as it got worse while I was writing. I put the quill down and rolled up my jeans. I gasped when I saw the blood dripping down my leg.
Blood boiled inside me.
"How dare you! Abusing children? You can go that low?"
"I suggest you keep your mouth closed, otherwise it won't end well for you Ms. Y/l/n," she smiled.
"I most certainly will not! I hope you know how far my hand extends into the ministry Professor. I can easily get you fired in a couple of seconds, maybe even sent to Azkaban for these," I smiled back.
A glint of fear appeared in her eyes, but disappeared in a fraction of a second.
"I'll see what to do when it happens," she said. "Back to your lines now dear."
I glared at her and continued writing. The gash in my leg was paining even more but continued writing.
No one else was going to experience this.
A clock chimed and she turned to me.
"You're free to leave," she said.
"Its not the last you're seeing of me in this office," I said, picked up my bag and limped out of the room.
I walked for a while before sitting down on one of the stairs and pulling up my pants. The area was empty because it was so late. Mr. Filch was probably going to find me soon.
I thought about going to madam pomfrey but then she'd know. I groaned and got up again. I made my way up to our dormitory and pushed the portrait open.
Fred and george were both sitting there alone. I cursed internally. I tried to go up as quietly as I could but no avail.
"Where're you going?" George asked.
"Upstairs," I answered.
"Oh come on, just sit with us for a while," he said.
The blood was probably staining my pants now.
"I'm really tired, tomorrow ok?"
I walked up a couple steps before falling to the ground. "Damn it."
"Y/n!" I heard them both say.
They hurried up towards me and fred picked my up. I groaned when he put me down on the couch.
"Sorry." He said.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" George asked.
"Leg," I managed to get out. I had hit my side on the stairs.
They rolled up both sides of my jeans and saw the blood.
"Who the fuck did that?" Fred yelled.
George magiced some water into a glass and grabbed some tissues off the table. He cleaned up the wound the best he could and wrapped my leg up with his shirt.
"I'll go get another one, relax," he said when I protested.
"Go get one now then, it's cold," I said, the pain in the side decreasing.
"Shes still worried about me when her legs bleeding," he chuckled.
"Who the fuck did that?" Fred repeated.
"Umbridge," I said and sighed.
He propped my leg up on a pillow and sat down next to me.
"I'm gonna kill her," he said.
"Well make sure to do it before you get a detention," I joked but he didnt laugh. It wasnt funny anyway.
"Youre not getting detention again, and that's final."
"Oh I'm getting detention again," I said and his head snapped in my direction.
"No you're not! Dont you see your leg?" He said and George came down the stairs.
"I'm not going to let that happen to anyone elses leg!"
"So you're going to take detention in their place? No way. I'll take it."
"You most certainly will not Fred Weasley! Or you George," I said before he could open his mouth.
"I most certainly will, and you wont be able to stop me," they both said.
I huffed and glared at the pair. "Just make sure others dont get detention, and keep yourselves out of it too," I sighed, knowing I wasnt winning this.
I yawned and pulled a blanket towards me. "Goodnight."
"Oh no you dont," george said.
He pulled the blanket away and I whined.
"What?"
"How did it happen?"
"I just told you. It was Umbridge," I said.
"No I mean did she grab a knife and start carving your leg like all's good in the world?"
"Well of course not," I said. "She had these special quills and ink that copied what I wrote on paper onto my leg."
"Oh."
"Yeah," I said. "Well I'm going to sleep now, goodnight!"
"Alright then, goodnight," george said and kissed my forehead.
I couldn't sleep. I turned on the couch and saw fred staring at me. I felt uncomfortable.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to apologise," he said and I sighed.
"Dont worry about it fred, its forgotten," I said.
He groaned. "You want it forgotten?"
I tensed. "Yeah, I mean, you were just jealous and wanted it out of your system."
He stayed quiet. "Yeah sure, um, exactly."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
