"Sometimes I feel like the stars are brighter when you're around."
At this, the dark haired girl giggled, her grey eyes flashing in the moonlight.
"Very cheesy," She smirked, "Although, I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Maybe its because w...
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How can I tell you?
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The weeks were flying by and it was already mid-october.
Ron was now performing better in quidditch practice, well, better than before.
Nothing had changed around school, except for the fact that Umbridge was now the "High Inquisitor" of Hogwarts. Meaning she would do the ministries bidding to try and 'improve' the school. She had started by inspecting teachers.
Umbridge would give Harry and Lyra each a detention at least twice every week, their hands red and raw from being cut open day after day.
They were sitting in potions, concocting a drought of peace. Umbridge sat in the corner of the room, taking notes on Snapes teaching.
Lyra was lazily stirring her potion, she haddnt been sleeping much. Between her visions and her frequent detentions, she stayed up almost every night, either writing letters or in her journal. Harry and Ron were frantically trying to get their potions to look like Lyra and Hermiones, throwing in ingredients at random.
Snape came around to their table, and looked in their couldrons.
"How is it possible," he started, his voice cold and his tone snide, "That Miss Malfoy has done a better job than you two buffoons while half asleep." He jabbed at Harry and Ron.
Lyra instantly shot up in her seat, desperately trying to look more awake than she was.
Snape gave a small, approving nod at Hermiones potion, and moved away to a different table.
When class was over, they all scrambled to leave.
"Miss Malfoy..." Snaped voice rang across the classroom. "Stay back for a minute."
She lingered around the classroom. Her friends looking at her as if to say, "Goodluck with that." as they exited the classroom.
Professor Umbridge was lurking around, trying to make herslef as invisible as possible in order to stay for whatever Snape needed to talk to Lyra about.
"Professor Umbridge, I must ask you to leave us." He said.
"I am the high inquisitor," she smiled, "It is my job to know what is happening around this school."
"This is nothing academic, therefore it is none of your concern." Snape said slowly.
Umbridge just cleared her throat, noted something on her clipboard, and left the dungeon classroom.
"Miss Malfoy, have you been practicing the techniques Lupin has taught you in order to control your visions?"
"Yes, sir." She said, "It doesn't always work, but most of the time, i've been effective at keeping them away for long enough."
