Words: 1558
First-person: {y/n's pov}
TW(s): BAD LANGUAGE, TINY TINY SH DESCRIPTION
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I skipped my way to breakfast this morning. I had woken up early to get my hair and a slight bit of makeup completed. Luckily, she had gotten a good amount of sleep.
I sat down at the table for breakfast next to Daphne and a few other recognisable faces from my house.
I knew that I wasn't going to eat breakfast; I never did, but I could at least sit down.
Just as I was going to speak to Daphne, I noticed some concerned faces coming towards me.
"Hey, Y/n, can we talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked me.
"Of course." I followed them walking, unsure of where I was being taken.
"We think Umbridge knows about the army." Ron turned to me. It was surprising to see him speak to me; usually, he would just give me a weird look as the other two speak. It wasn't a mean look, but not a nice look either.
"Why? What's happened?" I looked at him, worriedly.
They led me inside the Gryffindor common room. It was a similar layout to mine, but also quite different. The red and orange colours were very vibrant. They took me to the Gryffindor notice board, where I noticed something that covered everything else.
"Educational decree number twenty-four:" I read aloud, "All student organisations, societies, teams, groups, and clubs are henceforth disbanded. An organisation, 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, organisation, 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 organisation, society, team, group or club that has not been approved by the high inquisitor will be expelled."
I took a moment to process everything.
"This is bullshit. How does she even know?" Harry looked taken aback by my language, however, Ron just rolled his eyes.
"Was someone in Hogg Head a spy or something?" Harry said.
"Are we sure no one snitched? A few of the people in there don't exactly like any of us. Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot, I could name at least ten more."
As Ron scoffed, Hermione replied to her, ignoring him. "No, they can't have done it because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed, believe me, if any- one's run off and told Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are and they will regret it."
"What'll happen to them?" said Ron eagerly.
"Well, put it this way," said Hermione, "it'll make Eloise Midgen's acne look like a couple of cute freckles. Come on, let's get down to breakfast and see what the others think. . . . I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses?"
I chuckled at her words and replied. "I didn't see it in mine but I might've missed it."
They heard Ron mumble something, so I asked what he said; maybe it was useful. "Sorry, didn't catch that, what did you say?"
"I said I'm surprised you 'might've missed it' with those snake eyes." I'm guessing he was trying to give a death stare, but it looked like a toddler trying to take a shit.
"Why don't you like me?" I shot back, confused. "What have I done to you? Seriously? It's genuinely getting annoying now. We got in well, and then I was sorted into Slytherin and now you have some strange grudge against me. Why?"
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SCARS*~*D.M x Reader
Hayran Kurgu"CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, DRACO?" I yelled. "HERMIONE WAS THE ONLY PERSON APART FROM YOU THAT KNEW ABOUT THESE SCARS! HOW CARELESS ARE YOU, HONESTLY?" I cried. "I WAS DOING YOU A FAVOUR! YOU'D RATHER TELL EVERYONE NOW THE EASY WAY THAN HAVE T...
