All I Have Left

Chapter Seventy Four

- By Order of-
The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts

All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded. 
An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.
Permission to re-from may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge). 
No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. 
Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

The above is in accordance with
Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four

Signed: 

Dolores Jane Umbridge

High Inquisitor

I silently scream as I stare at the big, framed picture hanging in the Slytherin common room, the group surrounding laughing and smirking at the picture.

"Oh, that sucks." Daphne sighs, appearing next to me. "Now I have to ask Umbridge permission for my beauty group..."

"You didn't tell me you had a beauty group." I say, turning to her with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't." Daphne shrugs, filing her nails. "But I wanted to form one. I don't know if she'll allow it, but I'm a Slytherin, so I have a better chance."

"What do you mean?" I ask her.

"Well, Umbridge gave the Slytherin team permission to keep playing right away." Daphne tells me. "It includes Quidditch, didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't." I say, shaking my head. "What about the other teams? Are they re-formed?"

"I don't think so." Daphne says. "I don't think they asked, and- to be honest- I don't think they'll even get permission."

"Greengrass, Knight." A voice from behind us greets shortly. I turn around to see Malfoy advancing towards us, his arm looped through Astoria's, who was beaming up at him. He had a proud smirk on his face, and I rolled my eyes. "I overheard you both talking about my magnificent achievement this morning?"

"What achievement?" Daphne asks coldly, her eyes twinkling with disgust as her eyes darted between her sister and Malfoy.

"I was the one who asked Professor Umbridge to re-form the Quidditch team." Malfoy smirks. "I know, I know, I'm amazing..."

"Oh, it's brilliant!" Astoria praises, her eyes not leaving Malfoy's face. "You're just brilliant!"

"Thank you, Stor." Malfoy says, and Astoria drags him away, starting to shower him with kisses.

I turn back to Daphne, who was watching them walk away with a glower of disgust.

"I'm all about romance and gossip, you know that." Daphne states, and I nod. "But sometimes, I really wonder if Malfoy gave Tori a Love Potion just to fuel his own ego..."

"I thought you liked them together?" I ask. 

"No, no." Daphne shakes her head. "Malfoy isn't good enough for her, I realize that. I don't like her, but she's my sister, you know? And I think she's better off with the Gryffindor Muggle-born. He at least praised her instead of the other way around."