Through The Veil「 The Veil Trilogy Part Ⅱ 」✔

[34] Peeves And The Talking Pastry Cake

I entered the dreadful office but much to my surprise, her cat frames and other stuff was packed. Oh, I see. She would be shifting to the Headmaster's office from the next day.

Heaven forbid.

"Please take a seat, Miss Weasley."

I begrudgingly took a seat and she came to sit across from me in her own chair.

"Do you know why I have called you here, dear?"

I shook my head in a no, not wanting to talk to her about anything.

"I've noticed that you're not as unfit for being a Head Girl as I initially thought. True, there's that awful temper of yours and the terrible habit of talking back but other than that you carry out your duties well," she resumed in her fake sweet voice.

I wonder what all of it was about.

I was half expecting her to punish yet there she was, making me confused about what she was up to.

"So I will not be removing you from your post," she concluded, stating it as if she was doing me a giant favor, "besides, you have a very short time left at the school either way and will graduate soon if you pass your NEWTs that is."

Oh, now I see why she called me. It was another of her attempts to show the authority she had now by becoming the Headmistress.

"You can stay Head Girl until the end of the term provided that you behave well," she repeated, probably expecting a reply from me.

Well, I knew what she wanted to hear and just that once, I would comply because I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Headmistress," she corrected me again, clearing her throat with that godawful hem hem.

I was waiting for either her to dismiss me or Davies to come up with a distraction.

And true enough, the latter happened because it didn't seem Umbridge was done with me just yet.

"Oh and one more thing that we have to address, dear..."

But her words were interrupted by a thundering crash. She got startled, and her face paled in color as a series of crashes followed.

"What is going on?" She stood up from her chair exasperated.

Time to set fuel to the fire.

"Headmistress Umbridge, could it be that the school is under attack?" I stated as respectfully as I could though deep down I wanted to laugh at how she had lost her calm.

She too was well aware that You-Know-Who was back and gathering his forces. The mass breakout of Azkaban was proof enough.

He could attack Hogwarts too if he wanted to. But Umbridge and the Ministry were playing the roles of ostriches with their heads buried in the sand.

"Hogwarts under attack? Preposterous," she remarked but I could see her almost trembling.

But as the headmistress, it was her job to check that everything was safe so she had to step out of her office and I followed close behind. The crashes seemed to have come from the Great Hall so we went in that direction.

However, when we reached there, nothing was out of place except Peeves swinging upside down from the ceiling.

"What were you doing?" She screeched but of course, telling Peeves off for something usually ended up in him doing that very thing more.

"Pastry cake," he laughed, pointing over at Umbridge, "didn't know pastries could talk."

"How dare you talk to me like that? I am the Headmistress, you insolent poltergeist!"