❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞
Jupiter Black has been isolated from the outside world her entire life up until the age of thirteen. During a duel with her mother, Jupiter tragically witnesses her death and flees from...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 12
I WALK INTO THE GREAT HALL, MY LONG HAIR SWAYING BEHIND ME AS I APPROACH HERMIONE AND RON. Harry stands beside me and we approach our friends. Ron's eyes move to us before Hermione does the same. "Jupiter, Harry." Hermione says and I twist the silver rings on my fingers.
"May we join you?" I ask politely and Hermione takes a look at Ron before the loud voices of Umbridge and McGonagall interrupt. I turn around, staring at the outside of the Great Hall as their voices come from outside. I frown and walk out of the Great Hall with everyone beside me.
"So silly of me, but it sounds as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom, Minerva?" The woman dressed in an explosion of pink says to McGonagall as they argue on the stairs. The shorter woman walks up a step to look down at McGonagall.
"Not at all, Delores." McGonagall steps onto the same step as Umbridge and still towers over her. "Merely your medieval methods." I scratch at the scab on the back of my hand. "I... am sorry, dear. But to question my practices is to question the Ministry — and by extension, the Minister himself." Umbridge exhales out breathily.
"I am a tolerant woman," I resist a chuckle. "But the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty." She finishes and McGonagall steps down a step. "Disloyalty?" McGonagall says quietly. Umbridge steps up higher. "Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared." She calls out to all of us students.
"Cornelius will want to take immediate action."
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Over the next few weeks multiple educational degrees have been appointed by Umbridge, who is now the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. It's absurd, last week Harry and I were walking beside each other on the way to Potions and she used a spell to repel us from each other for a day.
She has been interviewing each teacher personally, with a clipboard and quill in her hand, making notes of each professor. I had the pleasure of witnessing her ridiculing Professor Trelawney in her classroom, which now results in Trelawney to be standing in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by her packed trunk and belongings.
"Jupiter, what's going on?" Harry asks me as he approaches from behind me. I take a glance back at him, before moving my eyes back to the teachers. "Umbridge is trying to banish Trelawney from the school grounds." I tell him, and watch as Professor Trelawney stumbles over her trunk as she sobs, begging for her not to do this.
McGonagall walks through the crowd and comforts the sobbing teacher. "Something you'd like to say dear?" Umbridge asks with a fake smile and an evil glint in her eyes. "Oh, there are several things I would like to say." She hisses out before turning back to comforting Trelawney.
The doors rattle and rumble open, revealing Dumbledore who walks towards the woman dressed in pink. "Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside?" He says and my eyes follow him as he walks. Trelawney's sobbing stops and she thanks the Headmaster with a sad smile.
"Dumbledore, may I remind you that, under the terms of Educational Decree Number 23, as enacted by Minister-" She gets cut off. "You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds." He calls out, voice sharp and cold. "That power remains with the headmaster." The woman dressed in pink smile sickly at the man.
"For now."
Dumbledore takes a glance at everyone before pivoting on his heels and walking away. "Don't you all have studying to do?!" He calls out and goes back inside. Harry grabs my hand gently, and pulls me with him as he calls out to the teacher.
The man ignores him completely and we watch as he disappears among the crowd of students.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
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A/N- this isn't edited, and the posting schedule has changed. It's in my bio!
