Wolves Without Teeth ── theodore nott ¹ ( UNDER EDITING )

chapter four

            𝕲odric Gryffindor was going to feel the havoc of Winnifred Bulstrode one day. Because the girl was not having an excellent fifth year, it was as if the terrible twos had turned into a tremendous terrible fucking year. Winnie had once tried to shoot bubblegum wrappers at Peeves after he dumped a pocket of water all over here that Wednesday morning. She had yet to remember what had happened precisely. She just remembered repeating words that would surely grant her a year's worth of detention if repeated. Winnie could not find it in herself to care much.

         She was excellent with the torment that was the bloody poltergeist of Hogwarts, he was just a child, and Winnie reckoned she could give him a good chance for money if she really put her mind down and tried to come up with a plan. But Winnie had far too much on her plate that year, with O.W.L's, glaring at Zacharias Smith every chance she got and spreading the word about Hogshead, she was absolutely wrecked.

         But nothing could ever beat the pudgy pink woman that was Professor Umbridge. Of course, she never had a run-in with her that left her fuming and crimson across her dark skin until Thursday afternoon. Winnie had just been running across the castle heading to Potions when she stumbled across the pink lady herself. She was getting ready to duck her head and scurry across the hallway towards the dungeons, but unfortunately, Winnie could never leave well enough alone.

          As luck would have it, she stumbled upon Umbridge giving another first-year detention at that exact moment. Now, Winnie wasn't a dimwit by any means. It had taken her only a short time to determine what detention meant for Umbridge. She had accidentally seen Harry Potter's hand in class one day, red with words written across it. She dropped her quill, her mouth agape as she resisted the urge to question him. But the fact that they barely spoke held her back. However, that was the day that Umbridge — Umbitch — became a target for Winnie Buldstrode.

        There was no chance that Winnie would simply leave the crying eleven-year-old who was being yelled at by Umbitch. Instead, she marched right over toward the two. Pulling the young girl in front of her as she stared down at the more petite women, a sense of power filling her despite only being fifteen years old.

           "Why are you yelling at a child? I think that seems rather sad, don't you?" Winnie questioned as she clicked her tongue, letting the younger boy go, who quickly took off down the hall. Now alone, the blonde crossed her arms over her chest, narrowed brown eyes staring at the ProfessorProfessor.

         "Is that how you talk to your Professor?" Umbridge questioned darkly, her tiny lips pulling into a sneer as Winnie snorted, rolling her eyes.

          "It's how I talk to a bully," the girl shot back, eyes drawn into slits as Umbridge gaped at her momentarily. Before she took a step towards her, Winnie suspected Umbridge wanted her to carrow in fear. It was almost laughable, really. That she was supposed to be scared of such a vile woman. If anything, Winnie wished she could squash her like the bug she was.

           "Detention, Miss. Bulstrode," the woman seethed, pulling out a pink slip and shoving it into the female's chest. Winnie stumbled slightly, catching herself on the wall behind her before she clutched the title in between her fingers, crumpling it.