Him ( Ron Weasley )

chapter 3

"I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around freely, Potter. Better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it." Harry narrows his eyes and pounces towards Draco, making Ophelia and Hermione stop and Ron hold Harry back.

"Just stay away from me!" Harry shouts at the bleach blonde boy who laughs at the raven haired and runs off.

"It's only Malfoy, ignore him complete Idiot he is." Ophelia says trying to calm Harry down.

"Hi, guys!" Neville smiles as he walks to the four holding a plane in one hand and his satchel in the other,

"Hi Neville." The four all say in unison, Harry turns around to the carriage and narrows his eyes.

"What is it?" He lowers his voice and looks up, Ophelia raises her eyebrows as she watches Harry stare up to an empty carriage.

"What," Ophelia says very bluntly, Harry points to the middle of the carriage, Ophelia and Ron look at each other and furrow their brows.

"What's that pulling the carriage?"

Ophelia walks towards Harry, "Uh, nothings pulling the carriage Harry. It's pulling itself like normal."

"Your not going mad. I can see them too. Your just as sane as I am," a girl named Luna Lovegood says as she places down her copy of the 'quibbler' Ophelia smiles, she recognises Luna from fourth year. They would sometimes chat during the tasks.

"Everyone, this is Looney-" Hermione says looking around she suddenly stops herself,

Ophelia clears her throat and glares at Hermione, "Luna Lovegood."

Hermione looks around frantically, somewhat trying to find a conversation starter, "Uh- what an interesting necklace." She smiles as does Luna.

"It's a charm, actually. Keeps away the Nargles," Ophelia listens in to the girls talk as she goes on, "Hungry? I hope there's pudding."

"What's a Nargle?" Ron leans in to face Ophelia as does she to prevent Luna hearing.

"I don't know, just go along with the conversation she's really nice Ron."

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"Now, we have two changes in staffing this year, we're pleased to welcome back. Professor Grubbly Plank who will be taking care of magical creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave. We also wish to welcome our new Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dolores Umbridge, and I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the Professor good luck. Uh- as usual our caretaker Mr. Filch has asked me to remin—" 

Ophelia looks up from the table, and to Umbridge who is walking infront of Dumbledoor, as furrows her brows and puts her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at the women's confidence.

"She was in my hearing, she works for Fudge." Harry whispers to Hermione.

"Thank you, Headmaster for those kind words of welcome, and how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be, very good friends."

"That's likely." The twins and Ophelia say in unison all resting their heads on their palms.

"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be a vital importance, although each Headmaster has brought something new, to this. Historic school, progress. For the sake of progress, must be discouraged. Let us preserve, what must be preserved. Perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be prohibited." She giggles before walking back to her seat as if nothing happened.

Ophelia looks around at everyone to see if they had just witnessed the same woman completely embarrass herself in-front of  everyone.

"Thank you," Dumbledoor furrows his brows slightly, "Professor Umbridge. That was most.....illuminating...."

"Illuminating? What's that mean." Harry whispers in as Ophelia raises her eyebrows shrugs,

"It means the Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts.." Hermione clears he throat as the three turn to look at her.