silence | r. weasley

chapter 5

"Professor, you wanted to see me?" Beatrice said after knocking and entering Professor McGonagall's office.

"Yes, Ms. Umbridge, I wanted to speak with you about your time table." The older woman waved her wand, and a chair appeared across from herself, so Beatrice sat down. "Ms. Granger brought up the topic of your time-table, may I see it again?"

"Oh, um sure..." she took out the small paper, unfolded it and handed it over.

"Yes, she was quite right." she hummed, turning the paper slightly side to side, to see the words change from 'Divination' to 'Muggle Studies'.

"About what, Professor?" McGonagall handed back the paper. 

"You being quite the witch. An unbreakable-unbreakable spell? And, let me guess, you're the one who changed your time-table?"

"Oh... Yes. Sorry, Professor, I put Divination so my mother- Professor Umbridge wouldn't see..."

"So you do wish to be in Divination?"

"No!" she exclaimed, and McGonagall jumped a little. "No, no I don't. I'd rather be in Muggle Studies. The charm didn't work quite the way I hoped, but I believe Professor Umbridge will only see Divination... My apologies, Professor McGonagall. I should've asked first..."

"Yes you should've." 

"Minerva," Dumbledore emerged from shadows. He must've been there the whole time, but Beatrice was so nervous about meeting with McGonagall that she hadn't noticed him. "Ms. Umbridge, is there a problem with Professor Umbridge?"

"We just aren't on the best of terms, Sir."

"I heard you and Mr. Potter were in detention, how was that?"

"Tedious. Sir. We wrote lines." she scratched absentmindedly at her hand. 

"That's all?" She nodded and he hummed. "How well do you and Mr. Potter get along?" 

"I've nothing personal against him. I don't particularly like his friend." She clarified that Hermione was okay, it was Ronald she detested. He then asked her to befriend them anyways. She wondered why he wanted her of all people to become a part of the golden trio. And why? He wouldn't tell her. Then, she was dismissed, more confused and nervous than she felt before. 

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"Are you alright Beatrice?" Hermione Granger asked when she spotted the brunette take her place at the Gryffindor table. "I heard McGonagall called you into her office. I hope you don't mind I told her about your time-table. I made sure to let her know how talented you were in the mean time." 

"Er, yeah thanks." 

Beatrice heard Ron mumble her sentence over again, but squeaky and exaggerated. She rolled her eyes, shoveling food onto her plate. That night's dinner was bangers, beans and mash, something she adored. She quickly went back for seconds. Clearly, she was sitting too close to the golden trio. As her hand went to give herself a third helping of mashed potatoes, her hand was met with another. Her eyes followed the hand, to the arm, to the neck, and finally to the unruly bright red hair that covered his face almost more than his freckles. 

They both whipped their hands back like they'd been burnt, and stared in disgust at the places they'd first touched. They both then gestured in sync to the other person, wanting them to get their food and have that awkward moment over with. They both glared. 

"Go ahead." their teeth gritted as they both said the same thing. Then they both went to grab the spoon only to touch again. Beatrice had had more than enough, and was honestly losing her appetite. She slammed her hands against the table a little harder than she meant to, roughly pushed herself out from the picnic style benches, and stormed out of the great hall.