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prologue
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DAHLIA MONTGOMERY MIGHT VERY SOON make a name for herself as a murderer, if Fred and George Weasley kept it up the way they were going. To make it perfectly clear, Dahlia had absolutely no intention of spending her first homework—free—Friday—night—in—weeks ━━ Okay, maybe she was exaggerating by using the plural of the word week, because it was September 15th and they had only actually back at Hogwarts for two weeks. But it was Friday night nonetheless ━━ polishing dusty old trophies, under the watchful eye of Professor Umbridge in detention. Yet, here she fucking was, second week back, courtesy of the Weasley twins and their sickness inducing sweets. She could positively kill them.
She didn't even really know what she was serving detention for, because she hadn't actually done anything, aside from generously offer some candy to a first year with low blood sugar. Of course, Umbridge seemed to think that she had somehow been involved in the creation and ensuing distribution ━━ Well, deliberate distribution. She obviously wouldn't have given them out if she knew what they were! ━━ of said sweets, otherwise she wouldn't currently be on her knees, sneezing repeatedly from excessive dust inhalation. Was there a spell to stop that? Also, was there a spell to help with low blood sugar? Or, like, a potion, at least? There definitely should be. That sounds like more of a muggle problem, right? Dahlia would have asked Umbridge if she knew, but she was pretty damn pissed at her, to be honest, and she was too proud to ask for her help.
Actually, she never really liked the woman very much in the first place. So maybe she wouldn't have asked.
Regardless, Dee doesn't understand what would have given her Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor the impression that she was behind all of this. Umbridge would have to be quite stupid to believe that, actually. Not to toot her own horn or anything, but Dahlia was kind of a model student. She was a fucking prefect, for crying out loud! Nothing about her personality nor reputation suggested that she would be involved in the type of shenanigans she was being accused of, and quite frankly, she was insulted that Umbridge refused to take her word for it. The woman seemed to have it out for her, and it infuriated Dee that she didn't know why.
"Almost done, Miss Montgomery?" The Professor's galling voice suddenly interrupted Dahlia's mental murder plotting of the Weasley twins.
No, Dolores, I am not almost done, Dahlia thought bitterly to herself, biting her tongue to restrain the words from flowing out. It was very clear that she was nowhere near finished, as evident by the pile of cups, plates, and shields yet to be cleaned and polished. She had already made her way through most of the trophies and medals, but apparently that had been an insufficient punishment for the crime she never even committed. Seriously, what were all the other students going to do in detention if Dee was doing a whole year's worth of work in one night?
