the order - f.weasley

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 Gemma rolled her wrist, listening to it pop as Ron, Harry, and her talked about a new move Angelina learned about, the Sloth Grip Roll, when she spotted a group of people in front of the news board in the common room.

— by order of —

The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts

All 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 in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four.

Sign:

Dolores Jane Umbridge

high inquisitor

Gemma stared at it in shock and frustration as someone asked, "Does this mean they're going to shut down the Gobstones Club?"

"I reckon you'll be okay with Gobstones," Ron replied, his tone dark. He turned to Gemma and Harry, "I don't think we're going to be as lucky, though, do you?"

"This isn't a coincidence," Harry's face was pale, his fists clenched at his sides. "She knows."

"She can't!"

"But she does," Gemma shot back at him. "There were people in the pub that could report us." She sucked in a breath and said, "We also don't know how many people we could actually trust at the meeting...Any of them could have ratted us out...which doesn't make any sense, though..."

Ron punched one fist into his other palm, "Zacharias Smith! Or — I thought that Michael Corner had a really shifty look too —"

"I wonder if Hermione's seen this yet?" Harry murmured.

"Let's go and tell her!"

Gemma stared at them as they made their way toward the girls' dorms, "Guys?"

"Gem, what floor are you on?" Ron called to her.

"It doesn't matter, Ron, because—"

Gemma could have sworn she had told the boys they couldn't get up the girls' stairs, but they went away and tried to get up them.

And very soon, many girls were sliding down the new slide leading up to the girls' dorms.

Gemma just laughed and crossed her arms as two fourth-years slid down and asked, "Ooooo! Who tried to get upstairs?"