Inferno | Draco Malfoy

053 | Here and There

The penultimate lesson of my day is Defence Against the Dark Arts. It can not get any worse, an hour and a half feels like a fortnight with this Minister-loving teacher. Thank heavens I only have ten minutes left. My bum is starting to get sore from sitting on this seat, doing absolutely nothing. The work set is so easy and basic that a baby could pick up on this.

I've been reminiscing about Selene's letter. Me signing that letter in my Mother's name worked like magic since I received her letter last night. I promptly wrote back this morning. Still, she's a competent writer and that might've been the messiest letter I've ever seen anyone write in my life. The scribbles and the capitals scared me...

SCREW AIGUO AND HIS STUPID SHIT, WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO?! HOW DID IT EVEN HAPPEN?! GO INTO DETAILS.

It looked like literal chicken scratch.

Anyway, this lesson is killing me. I do sincerely apologise to Professor Binns. Henceforth, I'll greet him with a proper smile and appreciate him much more. Not to mention, horse-face has been adding so many new educational decrees recently.

Talking about horse-face, she gets up from her desk full of pink décor and starts to examine the room, probably wondering where she should add her poster of her beloved Cornelius Fudge. With my quill in my hand, I make myself useful by drawing a little sketch of her and Fudge at their wedding altar at the bottom of my parchment. At the same time, I count her loud horse-clack steps emitted from her heels as she takes a turn about the room.

One hundred and fifty-three, one hundred and fifty-four, one hundred and fifty-five—

"What are the classroom rules Miss Patil, Miss Brown?" The stupid woman interrupts my counting as she stops and looks down at the two Gryffindor girls sitting next to each other. "Or have you forgotten? Class, stand up." She raises her hands in an up movement. We all look at each other tentatively, not knowing what to do. "Those who don't follow my order will receive an unwanted sanction."

Altogether, we stand up. Including Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

Professor Umbridge viciously smiles. "Good. You are a class, a class has has communal responsibility. If one person receives a sanction then you all with have one. Now, repeat our class rules.

First of all, these are your class rules. None of us collectively partook in coming up with these ridiculous regulations. Second of all, if I wanted to join the choir then I would've. I didn't sign up to be reciting a mere song. Third of all, a 'please' and a 'thank you' would be most valued. Why is it so hard for those words to be said? Seriously, this generation is on the brink of ruins with these disgusting attitudes.

Uncoordinatedly, we repeat her rules and Daphne does it in a quiet sing-song voice to mock it. Umbridge lowers her hands, suggesting for us to sit down. As we do, she targets her victims again.

"Talking is prohibited in this room Miss Patil, Miss Brown." She continues to smile. "Would you mind sharing what you had to say? Would you be delighted to, speak up?"

"No Professor. It won't happen again." Patil squeaks, her head down as Brown shakes her head.

"You're right it won't." Umbridge sardonically laughs, walking back to her desk. "The two of you can stay behind and tell me what was more important than your education, for I dearly love to laugh."

Patil and Brown worriedly look at each other before putting both their heads back down to the work. I swear if either of them are seen tomorrow with bandages around them I will report this horse to the Department of Magical Education for not only providing us with a lack of resources so that our lessons can be conducted the right way, but also for child abuse. And we all know how much influence I hold over the ministry.