Clandestine | Theodore Nott

The Exits of the Weasley's and co.

"I am going to fucking kill myself," groaned Theodore as he placed his water goblet down on the wooden surface.

Five Slytherins were sat in the Great Hall for dinner after their fifth to last exam.

"Not if your father doesn't kill you first," said Pansy.

"Thank you, Pansy."

"Oh, bloody hell Theodore you'll get an O and you know it," said Starla after having gone to her dorm to fix her makeup.

"Shush. He's using reverse psychology on the universe," hissed Daphne.

Starla rolled her eyes and sat herself down next to her boyfriend. Theodore had closed his eyes and leaned his head back a bit, looking as if he were praying to Merlin that he would get full marks.

"Shall we go for a drink to celebrate? I feel as if we deserve it," Draco said gleefully.

"Fuck you," said Pansy.

"Oh for Merlin's sake we all know we'll get Outstanding's," Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Anyway— I think we should go for a drink—"

Then, they saw Umbridge running out of the Great Hall. They had been so concentrated on their own conversation that they hadn't even noticed that the whole room was nearly empty of students.

"What the fuck?" said Starla.

"Let's go watch," said Pansy and they all stood up and walked in the direction of the noise.

Another loud noise.

There was a great deal of shouting and movement coming from the Entrance Hall. They found what looked like most of the school assembled there.

It was just like the night when Trelawney had been sacked. Students were standing all around the walls in a great ring, teachers and ghosts were also in the crowd, even Peeves was there. Fred and George stood in the middle of the floor with the unmistakable look of two people who had just been cornered, but there were small smirks on their faces.

"So!" said Umbridge triumphantly, "So... you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?"

"Pretty amusing, yeah," said Fred, looking back up at her without the slightest sign of fear.

Filch elbowed his way closer to Umbridge, nearly crying with happiness at the thought of serving the two boys with weeks upon weeks of detention.

"I've got the form, headmistress," he said hoarsely, waving a piece of parchment. "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting... oh, let me do it now..."

"Whips?" chuckled Starla.

"Fucking kinky," snickered Pansy.

"Very good, Argus," she said, "You two," she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

"You know what?" said Fred, "I don't think we are."

He turned to his twin.

"What are they doing?" frowned Draco with the tiniest hint of a grin.

"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Oh my days," whispered Starla.

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.