Sugar : Fred Weasley

35: Banned from Quidditch

[author's pov]

"In my office," McGonagall said, looking straight at the Twins. "Now."

Fred and George looked at each other and sighed. They had gotten many detentions, so they didn't mind, but this time they did. They wanted to see Victoria in the Hospital Wing. After Victoria blacked out, she was put on a stretcher and magically carried to the Hospital Wing by Madam Hooch. Hermione and Ginny were the only ones who were allowed to stay with her. Madam Pomfrey didn't want more than two visitors at a time.

Oh, and Draco had been brought to the Hospital Wing as well.

Fred and George begrudgingly walked into the castle with Professor McGonagall with their brooms in their hands. Fred took Victoria's broom and shouldered it. They dragged their feet as McGonagall led the way to her classroom. Students were wondering what had happened since they expected a celebration parade to be held in the Gryffindor common room. McGonagall opened the door to her classroom and let Fred and George in before shutting it. She waved her wand once over the door to prevent eavesdroppers; Such as Peeves for instance.

"Well?" McGonagall shouted at them as soon as she sat down. "I have never seen such disgraceful behavior! You and Ms. Y/L/N are two years older and should know better! Explain yourselves!"

"Malfoy provoked us," Fred and George said quietly but stiffly.

"Provoked you?" the Professor said, slamming her fist on her desk, and making her biscuit tray slide sideways. "Of course he was trying to provoke you!--He'd just lost the game! What on earth did he say that justified Victoria to-"

"He insulted our family," Fred said.

"And when he-"

"But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch, the two of you almost attacked Malfoy the Muggle way! Victoria is already going to be facing harsh consequences, don't you know? And if you three have problems with each other, just sort it out like last time!"--Fred and George were bewildered by the fact that McGonagall even noticed the relationship between the three of them--"Oh, don't be surprised. I always figure out what's wrong with my pupils. Don't you know-"

"Hem, hem."

Fred and George spun around instantly. George looked at Fred and frowned. Standing at the doorway was Umbridge, wearing a green cloak that enchanted her frog-like face.

"May I be of help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked with a poisonous tone. It didn't really seem like she was really asking, though.

Blood rushed to McGonagall's face.

"What do you mean help?" McGonagall asked.

Umbridge walked further into the office, her heels tapping on the wooden floor.

"Well, I was thinking you needed more authority."

"You thought wrong," McGonagall said firmly. "Now, you two listen closely. I do not care what Draco offered you, I do not care if he insulted you and your family, yours and Victoria's behavior was disgusting and intolerable and I am giving you three weeks' worth of detentions. I will discuss the rest with Victoria!"--Fred and George looked at her with huge disappointment--" Do not look at me like that, Weasleys, you three deserve it! And it either of you-"

"Hem, hem" Umbridge's voice carried in the room again.

"Yes?"

"I think they deserve more than detentions." Umbridge's smile became wider.

"But they are in my House, Dolores," McGonagall said, empathizing with the words.

"Well... actually, I think you'll find what I mean is hem, hem Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five."

"Another one?" McGonagall exclaimed loudly with annoyance.

"Educational Decree Number Twenty-Five: The High Inquisitor, that is me, shall henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts,, and the [power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges as may have ordered by other staff members," Umbridge said delightedly. "Oh! And, Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc., etc..."

She rested her hands over her large stomach with a broad smile at Fred and George.

"So... I think I will ban these three from playing Quidditch ever again."

Fred and George's stomachs turned.

"Ban us?" George lashed out.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley, I think a lifelong ban will do the trick. You two and Ms. Y/L/N. I think you two would have done more damage than that young girl if you hadn't been held back. I want your broomsticks in my office, confiscated, of course. And if I am being unreasonable, Professor McGonagall," she said, turning to the horror-struck professor, "You can contact the Minister of Magic. The rest of the team can keep playing, I saw no signs of violence from any of them. Well, good afternoon to you."

And with a look of satisfaction on the stout woman's face, she walked out of the room, leaving a horrified silence in the room.

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"She just fell asleep," Ginny said when she spotted her brothers near the Hospital Wing. "Don't wake her. She's got a horrible scar on her arm, Madam Pomfrey said. But she'll try to fix it up as much as she can."

Madam Pomfrey was nowhere in sight, so Fred and George welcomed themselves in the Wing. They could see Victoria peacefully asleep on the first bed. Draco was lying in a bed, in the far corner, accompanied by Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle, moaning in pain. It slightly amused Fred and George to see him like this. After all, they thought he deserved it. The two of them sat on the second bed, watching Victoria sleep. After a painful silence--besides Malfoy's complaining--Fred spoke.

"You know, George." George perked up his ears and Fred said, "This is the calmest I've seen her since, you know. The prank."

"Yeah, I know," George replied.

They watched her for a few more minutes. Fred told Draco to shut up so that Victoria could sleep and that it probably wasn't even painful.

"Why don't you get yourself beat up by Victoria?" Malfoy groaned. "How the bloody hell does such a small person have so much strength??"

"I mean, she did hit me," George whispered to Fred and they chuckled together.

Madam Pomfrey came back to the Hospital Wing. "Goodness, I leave to restock potions and there's suddenly a paparazzi!" she exclaimed, looking at everyone in the room, even though it was just the four visitors.

Madam Pomfrey kicked Crabb and Goyle out of the wing even though Draco ordered them to stay just in case Victoria went all psycho on him again.

"You can't leave me alone with her! Wha- what if she finishes what she didn't later?" He suddenly whimpered. "What if... she kills me?"

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, knowing Victoria would never do that and that he was just exaggerating.

George nudged Fred's arm. "We should get going," he said quietly. "We don't want to wake her."

Fred nodded in agreement and said, "I'll catch up."

And so, George left his twin with Victoria. Fred didn't want to leave, but he knew it would be best. He reluctantly kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, Sugar."

He turned around and left, as Madam Pomfrey shut the large doors tightly. With one swift wave of her wand, all of the candle flames died like a finished orchestra. She left and entered her chambers to sleep. Malfoy gave up on complaining and shut his eyes as a tear slipped from Victoria's eyes.

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