Elizabeth Kane and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 11

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𝕴 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗 Umbridge's office, taking a brief look around. It look absolutely horrid. I had much preferred Dad's office with his fascinating creatures in it. Now, it looked like a Muggle tea shop.

The entire room was pink. There were vases of dried flowers on the tables. There were ornamental cat plates hanging up around the wall. Each one was wearing a different bow around their necks. I noticed that even the fireplace in the far end of the room seemed to be draped with pink streamers and the floo powder in the bowl was somehow pink though I'd never seen anything but green powder before.

"You're early Miss Kane." Professor Umbridge said and pointed to a desk in the corner, "You'll be sitting there, writing lines." I sat down in the seat. I had brought nothing with me.

She put a piece of parchment in front of me along with a sleek black quill I had seen in my visions.

"What am I to write?" I asked stiffly.

She paused for a moment and then said, "As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut."

I glared up at her hotly. "You really want that etched into my skin?"

She looked a bit disconcerted and then said, "Of course, you would've seen what the quills do. . . but no one's going to care. . . except your half-breed of a father."

I stood up hotly and she pushed me down, her stubby fingers burning into my shoulders, "You will write what your told to write Miss Kane. I repeat. As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut."

I picked up the quill angrily as Harry came in.

"Same thing as last night Mr. Potter." Umbridge said. "Get to work."

As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut

I gritted my teeth as the red ink appeared on the paper and my hand was sliced open.

As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut
As a werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut

I wrote the line nearly seventy times before the night was out. My hand was red but nothing was etched in.

The next night followed and I wrote the same thing.

And the next night I wrote the same thing. By Thursday, the words were staying on my skin and by the third hour, the blood wasn't just turning into ink. There was so much, it was spilling down my wrist onto the paper. I didn't stop writing. I wasn't going to stop writing.

But Harry stopped writing and at the sound of his quill stopping, Professor Umbridge looked up and came over and looked at our hands.

"Ah, Good. That ought to serve as a reminder to you, oughtn't it? You may leave for tonight."

"Do I still have to come back tomorrow?" Harry asked, picking up his bag with his left hand rather than his right hand.

"Oh yes. Yes, I think we can etch the message a little deeper with another evening's work. Six more evenings for you, Miss Kane." Umbridge said with an evil smile.

I stormed out of the room and sped down the hallway. Harry didn't catch up. I headed into the bathroom and washed the back of my hand. The words had faded some and weren't as deep as before. It looked like scabs on the back of my hand now. I dried off the back of my hand and then headed to the dungeons.

I knocked and heard him say enter and I came in. He was already sweeping into the office and I hurried after him, closing the door behind me. His cloak was on the chair and his shoes were off and he was laying down on the bed.