𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣

Most members of Dumbledores Army went into a state of panic when Umbrdige declared 'All students were to submit to questioning about suspected illicit activities' in Educational Decree No.82.
If anyone were to be caught, no doubt the punishments were to be severe.

Many were pacing the classroom as they waited to be brought into her office. Cassie begged them all to stand still for five bloody minutes to appear inconspicuous.
They didn't need any unwanted attention drawn towards them.
Harry and Cassie were both already going to have a hard time with Umbridge.
It was clear she despised the two, Cassie a lot more than Harry.
With Harry, she hated the claims he made, about Voldemort, although they were true, and she hated how much Dumbledore trusted the boy and not Fudge.
As with Cassie, she hated her as a person.
She hated her bloodline, her father and the connections her family previously had to Voldemort.
She hated how alike she and her father were.
If Umbridge had it her way, Cassie wouldn't exist.

"Cassie, would you like to come in?" a sickly voice squeaked.

Both her and Umbridge felt sick in the presence of each other.
Her office wasn't the same after hers, George's and Fred's prank.
Many of the cats never changed back to their original state, it was nearly impossible for Cassie not to laugh.

"Tea?" the Professor asked.

"No thanks." Cassie smiled, faking it.

She could smell it in the air, Veritaserum.
Did Umbridge really think she was that stupid?

"I insist." The professor offered once again, pushing the cup towards her.

"No thanks." Cassie repeated. Visibly irritated this time. "Not much of a fan of tea."

"Right." Umbridge answered, her lips barely parting. "How are you getting on in your classes?"

"Fine." Cassie answered, keeping it short. Umbridge didn't care about her education.

"And any extra-curricular activities? How are they going?"

The Professor finally looked interested in their conversation, waiting for Cassie to spill out all of her secrets, which definitely wouldn't be happening any time soon.

"Only Quidditch." Cassie smiled. "It's okay, tiring though."

That wasn't a complete lie, Quidditch was definitely tiring. It had gotten worse after her father sent her a broom, five to be more specific.
McGonagall had to think quickly and stash them before anyone saw. Sirius got the worst telling off he had ever had off of his old Professor after that.
He thought he was doing the right thing, providing for his daughter.
It's safe to say Sirius' brain isn't a very logical place.

"Mhmm I see. And your father, heard from him lately?"

Umbridges face lit up like a Christmas tree, she was praying Cassie would be caught off guard, accidentally revealing more than she should with her facial expressions.

"My father?" Cassie grimaced. "For all I know he's out fucking killing some more innocent people. If i had it my way he'd be rotting away in some cave or ocean."

"So you two don't speak?" Umbridge asked, almost surprised by how much the girl seemed to hate him.

"He's dead to me." Cassie scoffed all too convincingly.