𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

5| Tea Time With Umbridge

TRIGGER WARNING!!!

I got out of bed even though I badly wanted to go back to sleep. But classes start in an hour. I walked towards the girls abandon bathroom and it was empty, as usual.

"Morning Myrtle" I said hi as she flew beside me.

"You're growing old fast" she said leaving me confused as fuck. I looked her confused as to what she was referring to.

"You have white hair" she pointed to the front of my head.

"Huh?" I said walking towards the mirror and I dropped my stuff at the sink. The front of my hair was pure platinum white.

"How?" I questioned, I don't know why I expect an answer.

"That's you problem" she said before flying away.

"Accio black hair dye" I say flicking my wand. I put the hair dye on my hand, which I probably shouldn't have done, and apply it on the roots that had turned white. Brushed my teeth still having anxiety whether this will work and then showered. I came out the shower to find my hair black like before. The fact my hair turned white overnight glued onto my mind. I walked to class eating an apple and I take a seat in my usual seat. My tube light brain took me two whole minutes to realize Riddle was and is sitting next to me and I had just remembered what had happened yesterday. I opened my book pretending as if I was busy.

"Since it's a half day today we meet after class by the girls abandon washroom" He's says without looking, his eyes glue to his book.

"Ok" I say in the same tone as he did, emotionlessly. Snape walks in with him cape moving around dramatically.

"Turn to page 435, vertiserum" this was when I realized I had forgotten my book, shit.

"Professor" I said raising my hand. The whole class turned to me.

"Yes Miss Spellman?" he asked annoyed, I'm definitely his favorite student.

"I forgot my book, may I go and getting it quickly" I asked confidently but somewhat embarrassed.

"I really hope forgetting stuff isn't a part of your mental illness." He said as the whole class snickered. I felt and unfamiliar feeling, the feeling of feeling small. And I hated it.

"Is that where you came from, the mental hospital" said Cho Chang as Luna looked at her friend in disgust. The Gryffindor's laughed and so did Harry, but his laughed slowly dropped. It was wired, I have never been upset about this type of stuff and hate that this was the first time. After Cho Chang's comment the class passed around snickers and Snape did nothing about it. He just tried to hide his smile. Suddenly I had a vision, wasn't mine, but I was going to use it.

"You know professor, you're pretty for a guy who's obsessed over a girl who rejected you" I said in my normal big ego tone. The whole classed gasped at my words, which I now regret.

"Spellman, Ms. Umbridge's office now" he demand. As much as I hate getting in trouble, I decided to add more fuel to the fire.

"Alright no need to be kinky" I said, I hate my impulsive ADHD ass. I walked out the classroom before snape could kill me. I knocked on the office door it opened for me to come in.

"Disrespecting teachers are we Miss Spellman" she said with her typical annoying voice. I hate this room, it was so pink. I didn't answer her, I just kept my head down.

"Take a seat" she said as I take a seat at the desk and chair she had in one corner of the room. I knew what she did to students and her magical quill. She handed me a paper and 'the quill'.

"You are to write I shall not disrespect teachers" she said before turning away.

"How is this any different from Snape's class" I whispered a little too loudly, which cause her to turn.

"Actually" she said walking towards me again taking my paper and quill. "I Have something different" sometimes I wish I didn't have a mouth.

"Miss Spellman are you familiar about the Transmogrifian Spell" she asked.

"Vaguely" I lied. It was called Transmorgrifian torture. The fact they replaced spell with torture should scare you, a few students were affected by it when the chamber of secrets opened a few years ago.

"Well you about to learn more" she said before flicking her wand and a pink streak of lighting hit me.

I woke up in a dark room. It was pitch black. Then I heard ascending footsteps and soon clear cries of a little girl, me. I saw myself, when I was 5 years old. And I was being dragged by a man in a mask, a death eater mask. This was an old memory I begged each day to forget, but now it was coming back to me. Even though the man was wearing a mask I knew very well who it was. One of the many people that fucked me up, Michael.

He threw little me to the ground, and leaned down to punch me in the face. I tried to get to stop him but I was in chains, heavy metal chains.

"Stop it!" I yelled. But it did nothing. Tears flow as I relive the memory, my face begins to moisten as he kept beating me. His fist collided with my face as I cried for him to stop, both of me. He kicked me in the stomach many times. I closed my eyes begging for this to end as I try to ignore my familiar screams. I open my eyes as I heard the unbuckling of his belt.

"Stop it, fucking stop" I yelled angry, pain and fear all mixed in. in the distant I saw my father laughing, he enjoyed me being in pain.

"Don't touch her!" I screamed in pain as I try to free myself from the chains. I yank on the chains hard but it did nothing. He pulled down her pants as she tried to fight back, but she was too bruised and weak to do it. I felt myself fall as the little me cried for him to stop. I hated not being able to save myself.

"Get off her, please" I said scream as I felt myself grow weaker.

"Please" my screams turned into cries. I was crying.

"Don't, you can't. Just please stop" my cries only softened. I sniffled as I felt my grow even weaker.

"I'm sorry" I said to the little girl, the girl I once was and then I was brought back to the class room. I felt my wet tears on my cheeks and swollen eyes and lips.

"I bet that taught you a lesson?" Umbrigde said, "You're dismissed"

I didn't say a word, I just got up and walked out the office. I hugged myself as an only form of comfort.

"Spellman! You have been gone for four hours, we are 2 hours behind schedule" I heard Mattheo yell behind me. I stopped in my track as he walked up to me.

"What are you –" he cuts himself off. I didn't look him in the eye, just looked forward with the familiar feeling of death. I just walked past him to my dorm ignoring his calls.