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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗 ) — sackings and centaurs
Christmas left as fast as it came, and before Evangeline knew it, it was back to Hogwarts for her.
Despite Umbridge's looming presence around every corner, teaching at the school wasn't that bad; McGonagall had opened up her office to the brunette, so they had spent many evenings gossiping over cups of tea and glasses of Firewhisky.
That was where she was on her way to now. When the pure-blood's ❛Daily Prophet❜ arrived she smoothed it out, gazed for a moment at the front page, before her heart stilled and her heels were clicking along the cobble-stoned floors of the corridors.
Luckily, her living quarters weren't too far from McGonagall's own ones. The Rosier girl knocked on the door briskly, impatiently waiting for allowance to enter before she pulled down the handle with her jittering hand and entered.
''Morning, Minerva.''
Evangeline didn't wait for a reply before she spread the newspaper in front of the Transfiguration professor and pointed at ten black-and-white photographs that filled the entire page, nine showing wizard's faces, and the tenth one of a witch. Some of them were silently jeering; others were tapping their fingers on the frames of the pictures, looking insolent. Each square was captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.
Antonin Dolohov, read the legend beneath a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who was sneering, convicted of the brutal murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett.
Augustus Rockwood, said the caption beneath a pockmarked man with greasy hair who was leaning against the edge of his picture, looking bored, convicted of leaking Ministry of Magic Secrets to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
But the brunette's eyes were drawn to the witch; her face had leapt out at her the moment she saw the page. She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt in the picture. She glared up at her through heavily lidded eyes. She had an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her full lips.
Bellatrix Lestrange, convicted of the torture and permanent incapacitation of Frank and Alice Longbottom.
The pure-blood's eyes trailed to the headline and following news article whilst she pursed her pink lips nervously.
