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Devore normally didn't care when she got detention but she got detentions all the time. But she felt differently this time. She was a prefect and was already setting a bad example. Not that she ever showed a good example, but still, she had a new responsibility and she was ruining it. At the same time, Devore had a short temper and when it came to defending her friends, it got even shorter. Everybody knew this, so it wasn't a shocker to any of them that she got detention her first day.
When she saw Harry coming her way, she grinned. "Ready for hell, Green Eyes?"
"I don't think we've left yet." He answered honestly.
"Good point, lad." She looped her arm through his and they walked to Unmbridge's office.
At the light come in, Harry opened the door and Devore thought she was going to be sick. Umbridge's office was essentially two things: pink and full of cats, two things she wasn't a fan of. I'm in actual hell, she thought to herself.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Miss Taylor." Umbridge greeted in her usual sickly sweet voice. "Sit."
Harry closed the door behind him and Devore shuffled forward, glancing uncomfortably at the meowing cats around her. They sat in two desks that Umbridge had brought for them.
"You're going to be doing some lines for me today, Mr. Potter and Miss Taylor."
Devore began to reach for her quill but Umbridge stopped her. "No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine."
The teens looked at each other.
She stood from her desk and grabbed two quills, walking over and placing both of them on the desks. She stood behind Harry. "Now, Mr. Potter, I want you to write I must not tell lies." She instructed.
"How many times?" Harry asked.
"Well, let's say, as long as it takes for the message to sink in."
The way she said sink in made Devore feel somewhat nauseous. The woman in pink then stood behind her. "Miss Taylor, I want you to write I shall not speak when not spoken to."
She wanted to tell her to go fuck herself but she knew to quickly bite her tongue. Instead, she just sighed. "You haven't given us any ink."
"Oh, you won't need any ink."
Again, Devore and Harry shared a look. What have they gotten themselves into? She began writing I shall not speak when not spoken to on the blank piece of parchment. In that moment, she felt like a child, and it annoyed her.
As she kept writing, Devore suddenly felt a cramp in her hand and she winced. She dropped the quill for a quick second and squeezed her fist, trying to release the discomfort. When she started writing again, the cramps for sharper and it went all the way to her wrist. Devore gasped and dropped the quill again, and her eyes widened in horror as the words I shall not speak when not spoken to started to slowly engrave into her wrist, making her skin bright red and bloody. It felt like someone had taken a hammer and bashed her wrist.
