[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

102| Apologies

''𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚.''

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗙𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿. With a hammer, nail and another degree that had been declared. Fudge had been by yesterday, Harry saying that Dumbledore as now gone and Fudge had set Umbridge to be the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. That's the degree that was now hanging above the doors of The Great Hall. 

I stood with the trio, between Hermione and Ron, behind Harry. For the past few days, things for the past DA had gone downhill. We were now serving detention with Umbridge almost every afternoon, using her blood quills as we write lines on parchment paper that she seemed to never get rid of. By now, the scars have climbed all the way up my arm and over my shoulders. I was scared to see how far they would go. 

Umbridge had closed the doors that led to the outside, keeping everyone confined to the corridors of Hogwarts. This also meant that I had nowhere to go for my full moon transformations. The Room of Requirement had been discovered, not to mention the huge hole in the wall. I wasn't able to go outside and into the Forbidden Forest, surely I wasn't able to use another classroom. I would've ripped the door right off it's hinges. 

A P.A had been installed, Umbridge's rules going off one after the other. It was getting tiring of hearing the same things over and over and over again. Especially when they are also written on the outside of The Great Hall. Speaking of, nobody is allowed to talk during meals anymore. No more speeches before the feast begins. Just a pink hag that sits in a throne made of her own glory. I can't believe it. 

Though, I could. We had another detention with Umbridge today. One like all the rest. We sat at the desks at we wrote on the parchment without question. I hissed a bit in pain when I felt the familiar sharp edge cutting into the skin on my shoulder. I squirmed a bit in my seat, glancing up towards Umbridge. She sat on her throne, sipping tea from her cup as she contently sighed at the silence, besides the hushed hissing of the students. 

Cho had tried to talk to Harry, wanting to apologize for what she had done. Honestly, I don't even want to know what happened. Umbridge probably spiked her food or drink with something illegal, like she did when interrogating the other students. I wouldn't be surprised, she doesn't seem to like kids. Though, Cho could've easily told her on her own accord and without the illegal potion. I didn't want to assume, but I was starting to lean towards the latter. 

Everyone walked out, clutching their hands close to themselves. I didn't get it, I thought that werewolves were supposed to heal faster then everyone else. But it turns out, it's the other way around. Everyone is healing faster then I am, only having the words written on their hands. Maybe they were using healing spells or something whenever they were in a secure spot. All I know is that everyone goes straight to Madam Pomfrey after this.