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Umbridge had been inspecting classes all week long, and Devore wasn't the only person who felt like strangling the woman. Admittedly, it was funny watching her troll Snape in potions, half because she knew how badly he'd been wanting the DADA position and Umbridge was practically rubbing it in his face. But other professors, such as McGonagall, did not find her inspections entertaining or valuable. McGonagall could hold her on, everybody knew that, so it was badass to see her lose her temper with Umbridge.
Devore walked alongside everybody to Care of Magical Creatures where Umbridge had been waiting with her clipboard beside Professor Grubbly-Plank. She latched on to Ron's arm and leaned against him. "Be honest with me, Ronnie, who would be able to prove it was me if so simply chopped her up and tossed her into the Forbidden Forest?"
Ron half looked at her like she was crazy, the other half like he as contemplating it himself. "Considering it's you who's been going around saying you'd go to Azkaban for killing her, I think you'd be the first suspect. . ." He leaned closer to her also. "But between us, if it comes down to it, I'll bring the gloves."
Devore giggled.
"You do not usually take this class, is that correct?" Umbridge asked the professor.
"Quite correct," said Professor Grubbly-Plank, hands behind her back and bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I am a substitute teacher standing in for Professor Hagrid."
That's when Devore saw Draco standing with Crabbe and Goyle, whispering things to them. She'd always resent him for what he did to Hagrid, acting like a spoiled brat.
Umbridge went around asking the students about the magical creatures, quizzing them, which most of them answered well. Devore's body stiffened, desperately praying that she wouldn't speak to her.
She asked Professor Grubbly-Plank more questions regarding her teachings, her answers impressing her. "Well, you seem to know what you're doing, at any rate," she commented, taking a stab at Hagrid, making a tick on the clipboard. She moved along to Goyle: "Now, I hear there's been injuries in this class?"
Devore rolled her eyes painfully hard.
Goyle gave a stupid grin. Draco wasted no time answering the question. "That was me," he answered hastily. "I was slashed by a hippogriff."
"A hippogriff?" Said Professor Umbridge, now scribbling frantically.
Devore couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "Oh, please. It was barely a scratch. He's alive, isn't he?" She blurted out insensitively, startling most of the people around her.
Hermione slapped her forehead while Ron closed his eyes tightly, knowing it was coming.
Umbridge looked her way and held the clipboard to her chest. Draco casted her a glare. "That ogre should've been fired for nearly contributing to my death!" He called out dramatically.
