𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

seven

➶︎ DOLORES UMBRIDGE !

LET'S BE CLEAR. Evangeline, despite being one of the 'Sacred 28' families—which are basically the Elite Pureblood families remaining in the 19th century—had and is okay with interacting with Half-bloods and Muggleborns alike. She wasn't much of the prejudiced type, though she usually just hangs out with her people. 'Suppose that was why no one outside of her inner circle really had talked to her, seeing they think she was the prejudice type, and also because the Daily Prophet is a bitch that sometimes snips in a bit about her 'powers'.

( she didn't even have them.. but you know how newspaper outlets are like. )

But, despite the rumours, and the fact that she has a bully of a cousin, that did not make it right to glare at her and blame her for the wrongdoings of others, thank you very much.

"I swear, i'll murder all of them for you, Evie," Started Theo, glaring back at a fifth year Hufflepuff who had deemed to 'be in love' with Evangeline last year yet was looking at her as if she fucked his mom this year.

Amused, Evie decided to muse his sayings, "Oh? But if you were to kill me, and get caught—which you definitely would, then who am I supposed to go to when I need midnight cuddles and a warm cup of green tea? Blaise?"

Blaise, who looked up from the chicken he was about to eat after hearing his name, rolled his eyes and pointed his drumstick at her, "Don't bring me in this, Evie, and don't joke about that. I do not need an emotional dog to comfort tonight."

Theodore, who looked betrayed just a second ago, now stated a 'hey!' at being called an emotional dog.

"First of all, I am not that dramatic," Blaise rolled his eyes at Theo's declaration, "second, who the fuck says they love you and then go on a 360' the moment some bad rumour sprout out of nowhere? I mean, it isn't even as if he was being subtle about being obsessed with you last year considering the massive confession what's-his-name Goldfish made last Valentine."

Evie blinked at Theo's loud rambling, and apparently, they were heard by many people considering the fact that so many people were snickering and that Anthony Goldstein overheard it himself. Poor boy was blushing so badly as he looked down at his plate.

Evangeline chuckled, rolling her eyes and going back to her 'Back-to-school' feast. It was safe to say that the new changes this year would be...a bit of a hindrance, but Evangeline is born and made of hatred and bitterness, blood woven by the rivers of Tartarus. And so, she does not judge and see by the humane laws, but with revenge thirsted by Kronos himself. And Merlin, will nothing stand in her way to ruin the boy who got her father six feet underneath the ground.

That being said, she let her eyes roam around the room before meeting with a green-eyed boy, who, admittedly, was already staring back before she even decided to look around. He gave her a look—one which was different from the one he and his team gave her years ago—not anymore of bitterness and malice but of confusion. She only stared back for a few seconds, before shaking her head as a 'no' to whatever he had planned. She knew what they wanted: Harry's safety, but she also knew he was stubborn and curious. This was exactly why somebody needed to put them in a leash while at school. They needed to stay put. Or, at least, he does.

He broke eye contact first, mood dampened—most probably because of her disallowance to whatever he idea had in his head.

Her sightseeing also stopped when she felt a hand on her thigh, and before she could turn her head, a low voice whispered in her ear, "Love."

Evangeline ignored the uneasiness on her stomach, only giving a hum of acknowledgement as she turned her head to his face, their noses almost touching by the closeness.

"Why were you looking in the direction of the Gryffindors? Can't you give me some of your attention instead?"

Ah, that explains his unusual public display of affection.

She chuckled a bit, before drawing circles in the hand that held her thigh; her head turned a bit more to be closer to his ear. And in a lower and softer voice that she knew would affect him in some way, she answered, "I'm just looking around to see if something's different, dear. Don't worry, i'll make sure to give you all my attention tonight."

Now, Theodore Nott was not someone who'd outwardly blush, nor is he able to—but the tip of his ears would grow extremely red, as if he had a sunburn and, well; Salazar is it burning red right now. Thank merlin that he was saved by Dumbledore's speech.

"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices," said Dumbledore. "First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students — and a few of our older student sought to know by now too.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door.

"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care ofMagical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause, seeing as everyone in the hall wanted it to just get over with and have a good night's sleep.

Dumbledore continued, "Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the—"

"Hem, hem."

Evangeline, though she might not show it, was thoroughly surprised that the new teacher, Dolores Umbridge, actually had the guts to cut Dumbledore off his speech. As was the rest of the student body.

She knew the ex-ministry official, of course, seeing as Lucius brought her there a few times and well—though she was a total piece of plastic, she was high up there. She knew that Umbridge was a total nutcase, but not this much.

Umbridge's speech went along boringly, and she doubted that many actually listened, but to summarise it; the ministry is going to monopolise Hogwarts and their education, no matter what atrocious measures will be put to have it done.

Oh Salazar, this will be one long year.

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I am very much contemplating on
whether to write you a chapter on what
will happen 'tonight' or to just
skip it out of pure enjoyment to see
your curious frustration huhu..

Anyways woohoo not a short chapter
because I am, finally, not sick anymore!

Question: what's your astrology sign?