XXVIII. you turned me into an idea of sorts
Devore thought the reign of Umbridge couldn't get any worse, but she was wrong. The read the large sign that had been pinned to the notice board in the Slytherin dungeon.—————- BY ORDER OF —————
THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTSAll Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded.
An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.
Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).
No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.
Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.
The above is an accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four.
Signed:
HIGH INQUISITOR
"She knows. She has to." Morgan panicked, her large eyes full of panic as she read the mantle.
Devore wanted to tell her to stop worrying and that it was most likely just a coincidence, but deep down, she knew Morgan was right. There was tons of people in that pup during their meeting, one of them was bound to have snitched. Devore wouldn't put it past Zacharias Smith to be an ass and tell on them.
"Why so on edge, Lin? Scared your secret club will be exposed?" Pansy taunted them, standing behind them with her arms crossed and a smug smirk grin on her pug like face.
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