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8. Peanuts

At 7:00 o'clock that night, Eris Malacoda trekked through the halls of Hogwarts to serve her detention in Umbridge's office. She knew Umbridge would throw a fit about her tardiness, but punctuality was not on the girl's mind when it came to something Eris knew she would dread.

Upon reaching the office, she was met with the one and only, the boy who lived, no other than Harry fucking Potter. She glanced at him, a similar expression to hers was planted on his face; it was clear he didn't wanna be here either. Eris flashed a bleak smile, trying to acknowledge her classmate. He didn't reciprocate much emotion, and she understood that, but he did nod to her.

Umbridge stepped out of her office, and sadistically smiled at the two students. She lifted her wrist and checked her lacy pink watch.

"It's 7:05, Miss Malacoda."

"What about it?" Eris replied, her tone icy.

"I believe we agreed on 7:00, did we not?"

"You agreed to it, not me." Harry snorted at that.

"Punctuality is important, Miss Malacoda."

"And so is being a good teacher." Eris mumbled underneath her breath.

"Well come in, children, let's get started." 

Umbridge opened the door wider for the pair. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor trudged into the room. Eris had been in this room many times before, it being her senior year and all. The first thing she noticed was, the once bare wooden walls had been plastered with obnoxious pink wallpaper. Above the desk, Umbridge placed china plates with various cat breeds painted on them. One might have thought this was endearing or even cute, but the way the cats bore into your eyes gave the girl chills.

"I will be having you two do lines for me tonight."

Harry and Eris went to rummage through their bags to find a quill and paper, but the bitch interrupted their search.

"Oh no. Those won't be necessary, I have a special quill for you delinquents." Her tone was sickenly sweet, and made Eris feel unsure. She handed the two writing devices. "Mr. Potter, I would like you to write 'I must not tell lies.' and Miss Malacoda, you must write 'I will respect my superiors."

 "How many times?" Harry croaked out.

"Oh as long as it takes for the message to sink in."

From the way the self proclaimed professor talked, Eris felt weary. There was something wrong with this, she was sure of it. As the girl inquired to herself, she realized something. Umbitch didn't give us any ink.

"Umbridge," the pink woman looked up from her desk, "you didn't give us any ink, how are we supposed to write?"

"Dear, you won't need any ink, as I said, these quills are special."

There was that word again, special. How special could the quills actually be? She started to scribble down the sentence. Beside her, Eris heard Harry let out a groan. And then another. His groans started to become more consistent. Is this fucker really masterbating right now? Of course, that was the first thought in Eris' mind. But as she continued to write, she felt a stinging in her wrist.

Fuck.

He's not masterbating! He's in pain! Eris now is staring at her parchment. The ink is red. Her wrist was raw. The Malacoda girl realized she was writing in her own blood. Her blood boiled, how could someone do this? How does a person think this is a suitable punishment? How in the fucking hell is this woman allowed to teach here? Yet, Eris continued to write.

 I will respect my superiors.

I will respect my superiors.

I will respect my superiors.

Those five words didn't sound real anymore. Eris' wrist now had that phrase carved into her skin. Pain erupted within her; her body was on fire. She was burning, and felt the blood starting to drip down her forearm. Eris glanced up at the clock, it'd only been an hour, but the minutes had dragged on. Every second was like a minute, every minute was an hour. And then, finally, Umbridge did her bizarre cough.

"Let me see your arms, children."

Harry and Eris extended their arms, the sadistic woman paced around them examining their raw arms.

"Tsk tsk.... That'll have to do. You may leave," venom dripped from Umbridge's voice.

Harry quickly got up and sped out of the office. Eris on the other hand, clutched onto the desk as he raised herself, and blood rushed to her brain, dizziness overcame her; with each step she clung to the wall or a desk. The cruelest thing about this was, despite Eris' obvious struggle, and that bitch just stared at the raven haired girl.

Eris made it out of the wretched office, and trudged her way through the castle back to her dorm. Deja-vu overcame her as she saw a mop of ginger hair. One of the twins she thought, they're pretty... They smell like peanuts. I like peanuts. Eris was aware one of the twins was next to her, she felt their shoulders bumping into each other. He was saying something to her, but she only had a vague sense of the words coming out of his mouth. Eris knew he wasn't mumbling, but that's all she heard.

Then in a matter of seconds, Eris lost the battle between her and the light-headedness. And everything went black. Yet, she when she fell, she didn't feel the cold stone hit her head. Mmmmm peanuts... was her last thought before she lost all consciousness.

omg i've had this written for like two weeks and i'm actually proud of this chapter. im so sorry updates are inconsistent. i love y'all plz vote, comment, share, all that fun stuff. 

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