𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟖𝟕 - 𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐒

TW - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF UNDERAGE SEXUAL CONDUCT — PLEASE SKIP AHEAD IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, and Ophelia was living for it. The more stress it caused Umbridge the more glee she got from looking at the Entrance Hall, which day by day was getting more crowded with Minsterial Decrees and though it made everyone feel a certain way, it read to Ophelia that it was getting to the old bat.

So as any good student would, she contributed to the chaos in her own ways.

Removing all of the vowels in each one of Umbridge's textbooks, sneaking a dung bomb into her drawer, spiking her tea with salt-- smashing all of her cat plates (after removing the cats from them of course) and a plethora of other minor inconveniences that were sealed with a Le Fay guarantee of making her days just a little bit worse.

Each time she did, the sixteen lines on her forearm felt a little less prominent.

What was even better that none of the staff volunteered to help Umbridge nor appeared to even acknowledge that there was an issue at all and so conveniently their classrooms remained untouched, the message was loud and clear--Umbridge had outstayed her welcome.

In addition to that, Ophelia had received a rather insightful letter from Montague's parents -- wanting to sue Umbridge for harmful neglect of her students as no one (except a sparing few) had any clue what had happened to him. She wrote them a letter explaining that given Montague was in no fit state to communicate with her as to what happened, a full investigation couldn't take place so, therefore, she couldn't prosecute Umbridge-- yet she emphasised that in the event of Montague making a full-recovery then she would be happy to go forward--free of charge.

"What if Montague is permanently injured?" asked Hermione as they charmed their teacups to sprout legs, "Surely we should tell Madam Pomfrey what happened?"

"It's better if we just wait and see if he does get any better, if he doesn't I'll consider it." said Ophelia, watching her tea-cup tap dance with ceramic shoes, it making a little tinkering noise as it did so.

"Who cares?" said Ron irritably as his teacup stood up drunkenly on it's wobbly legs, "Montague shouldn't have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he? If you want to worry about anyeone, Hermione, worry about me!"

"You?" she said, catching her sprightly little teacup from falling off of their desk. "Why should I be worried about you?"

"When mum's leter finally gets through Umbridge's screening process," said Ron, supporting his poor tea-cup, "I'm going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent another Howler."

"But-" began Hermione

"It'll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait. She'll say I should've stopped them from leaving, I should've grabbed onto their brooms and hung on or something... yeah, it'll all be my fault." said Ron glumly

"Well if she does say that it'll be very unfair, you couldn't have done anything! But I'm sure she won't, I mean, if it's really true they've got premises in Diagon Alley, they must've been planning this for ages."

"Yeah but that's another thing, how did they get the premises? It seems a bit dodgy, isn't it? They'll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley, she'll want to know what they've been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold." said Ron