𝕿.𝕽. & 𝕸.𝕽. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑

Prolouge

"... Please, I'll do anything!"

"... Anything you say?"

"... You don't enjoy seeing them in pain?"

"... I would rather die..."

Her short blonde hair coming untucked from behind her ear but becoming plastered to the side of her face as her skin glistens with sweat, her whimpers in tune with Umbridge's shrill sound that she calls laughter. Tears in her eyes as she looks up, "Why?... Why are you such a cruel person?" she called Umbridge out. "Well I wasn't the one who made the deal with the devil, am I dear?" Umbridge snapped back later recomposing herself and chuckling as she watched the student wither and squirm as the effects of her last curse removes its hold on her.

Umbridge's wand underneath her chin tilting her head up to face the ugly pink toads' face, the sickening smile as Marielle realises how fucked up her professor is in the head. Dolores Umbridge found excitement, no... pleasure in seeing her students in pain and begging for mercy at her feet. The woman who was meant to be taking care of the school and the students enjoyed using the unforgivable curses and scarring the very people she was meant to protect.

But Marielle didn't care. All that mattered to her was that she was taking the punishment away from the other kids no matter what they did to deserve their punishments, whether they were innocent or guilty. For her it didn't matter, no one deserved what she was going through.

Not even her...