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Reyna lounges in her chair with her feet elevated atop the desk, meticulously examining her well-manicured nails. Meanwhile, George affectionately wraps his arm around the back of her chair, engaging in hushed conversation with the witch.
"How bad do you think this is going to be on a scale of one to ten?" George asks.
"An eleven,"
The sound of a high-pitched cough, one that is all too familiar to the classroom, disrupts the students' conversations and catches the attention of all present. All heads turn towards the source of the sound, which was the squat woman clad in yet another one of her trademark pink outfits, the hue of which is as garish as ever.
"I wonder if she owns any other colours," Reyna murmurs.
"She looks like a thumb,"
As Reyna lets out a laugh at George's remark, a sudden jolt from the desk beneath her feet cuts her amusement short. However, before she has a chance to lose her balance and tumble to the ground, George's reflexes kick in as he swiftly wraps his arm around her waist, preventing her from falling.
"We do not lounge around in my classroom Miss Ravenswood,"
"That's not my name," Reyna snaps. "My name is Lupin"
"Ah yes the werewolf father," The woman giggles.
"Yeah him," Reyna replies. "And you're the spiteful cow who made it damn near impossible for him to get a job"
"Watch your tongue, Miss Ravenswood,"
"That is not my name," Reyna seethes. "I understand you have a thick skull but goodness me"
"Enough," Umbridge glares at the witch. "Now, I would like all of you to retrieve your textbooks on magical theory and read the first chapter. You will then write a comprehensive report on what you have read, wands should be put away in your bags as they will not be required in my class"
"We're not learning magic?" Fred asks.
"You are learning the theory behind magic Mr Weasley," The woman simpers. "That will be more than sufficient to get you through your N.E.W.T examinations"
"What about the practical segment of the exam?" Reyna asks.
"The theory will provide you with a firm foundation which will enable you to perform when the time is needed,"
"Right, so all in all this class is a bloody waste of time?"
"In my class, unnecessary talking is not tolerated,"
"So why are you talking?"
As Reyna leaned back, the sound of laughter bubbled up from some of the other students in the room. She placed the book she had been assigned, Slinkhard's Theory Book, down on the table beside her before reaching into her bag and pulling out another book, turning her chair to the side.
