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detention.

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Harry and Genesis unwillingly joined Umbridge after she'd dismissed their classmates. Harry was oddly jittery after Genesis' outburst. Genesis approached their Professor's desk, throwing her bag over shoulder, Harry trailing not far behind.

Umbridge's hands are neatly folded in front of her, displayed for the two, apparently to make her seem less intimidating.

When they both reach her, her usual wide smile is plastered on her face. She beckons them to sit, and they each pull up a chair.

"Now," Umbridge says softly. "Tomorrow, since you each have detentions, I'll have to shift the schedule so they don't overlap. How does that sound?"

She asked like they had a say in how she laid out their punishments. After neither of them respond to her, she pulls two small, pink rolls of parchment from the drawer of her desk and places them on the surface. Her quill dwells in her ink pot. She doesn't reach for it yet.

"I would like you to know that I take pity in you. I do not joy in handing out detentions, but you have set this on yourselves, and therefore, I must go through with it."

Harry gave something of a scoff, which Umbridge disregarded.

"Both of you should know that it is very disrespectful to interrupt the people who take time out of their day to educate you. Miss Granger, I hope you know, was very in the wrong," she gives Harry a fleeting glance.

"And yet we're in detention and she's not? How does that work?" Genesis growled.

"Well, Miss Harrison, you all spoke out of turn, but you and Mr. Potter, here, said things inappropriate and misleading. The Ministry will remain strong, I assure you that," she lets out a small chuckle at the last part.

"Let's see here. . ." Umbridge mutters. "How about Mr. Potter will come in my office at five o'clock, and Miss Harrison seven?"

Genesis shrugs. "Because we are, without a doubt, the ones who make that decision. . ." she mutters.

"Watch your language, Miss Harrison, or I might have to award you with yet another detention."

With the realization of how quiet Harry had been, she turns her head toward him. He seems to be staring at the ground, though indignation is etched into his features. A bright pink flush resides in his cheeks and ears.

"So that's that," said Umbridge. "I'll see you tomorrow, yes?"

"Sure will. . ." Genesis grumbles, standing immediately to leave.

Muttering curses as she walks through empty corridors to Gryffindor Tower, she hears footsteps approaching. With her attempt to speed up failed, she gives in to her exhaustiveness.

"What?" she said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice.

Harry falls in step beside her, panting and looking anxious. "Genesis, wait!"

"Yes?" she inquires irritatedly.

"Please, please tell me you're not going to detention with Umbridge tomorrow," said Harry.

"I'm not going to detention with Umbridge tomorrow."

"Genesis," he said firmly. "Please."

"So what? I can get a week's more? No, thank you," she said, quickening her pace. He falls behind momentarily. "I think that's the dumbest idea you've had yet."

His mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water as he looks for words to explain his situation.

"Genesis, just — just don't go," he said, walking beside her. "Actually, just ask if I can take your detention, I —"