Too Sweet // Draco Malfoy

21

Celestes pov: 

     It was time for classes to start and of course, my first class was Defense against the Dark Arts with Professor Umbridge. I was not excited, but at least all my friends were in this class with me. Everyone was chatting and fooling around when one of the Patil twins made a paper crane fly around the room. I watched as Seamus hit it higher into the air, Crabbe hit it with a slingshot, and then it burnt up. We all looked around and saw Professor Umbridge holding her wand in the back.

     "Good morning children. Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations. O-W-L's. More commonly known as OWLs. Study hard and you will be rewarded, fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." She said as she approached the front of the room. She flicked her wand towards two piles of books and they started floating and being placed on our desks. "Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven, but you'll be pleased to know from now on you'll be following a carefully structured Ministry-approved course of defensive magic." She said as Hermione raised her hand. "Yes?"

     "There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" Hermione questioned.

     "Using spells?" Umbridge giggled. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." 

     "We're not gonna use magic?" Ron chimed in. 

     "You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." Umbridge said. 

     "We can't use magic? at Hogwarts?" Ophelia whispered to me. 

     "I guess so..." I said uneasily. 

     "Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked it won't be risk-free." Harry said also chiming in. 

     "Students will raise their hand when they speak in my class." Umbridge said harshly. "It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations. Which, after all, is what school is all about."

     "And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry shouted out again.

     "There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself." She said.

     "Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort." Harry said. Some students whispered but Ophelia just looked at me. Harry said that Voldemort was the one who killed Cedric, what if he was right. I mean death eaters were summoned at the Quidditch world cup. 

     The room was quiet for a moment before Professor Umbridge spoke up again. "Now, let me make this... quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie-" 

     "It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him." Harry shouted out as she walked past his desk.

     "Detention, Mr. Potter." She shouted. 

     "So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry said. My friends all looked at me, so did a few others in the class.

     "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." She said.

     "It was murder. Voldemort killed him. You must know that. Celeste do you think Cedric just dropped dead?" Harry said turning towards me.

     "Enough!" Umbridge screeched out. I couldn't handle them shouting about Cedric, Harry asking me what I thought. "See me later, Mr. Potter. My office." She said. I stood up from my desk and began to walk out as tears filled my eyes. I began walking quickly out of the classroom. "Where do you think your going?" She asked me. I didn't respond and just kept walking, "You can join Potter to." She said as I left.

     I'm not surprised she gave me detention, I actually figured she would since I stormed out of class. After class Ophelia and Luna came to check on me. They found me in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "Celeste, are you in here?" Ophelia asked as she came in. 

     "Yeah," I said sitting on a window sill. Moaning Myrtle was sitting near me but quickly went away when they came in.

     "How are you feeling?" Luna asked. "The others were worried to but they had class right after."

     "I'll be okay. It just hurt hearing them talk about Cedric... I mean what if Harry was right? I mean death eaters were summoned just before last school year. What if Voldemort is back, what if he killed Cedric?" I said.

     "I'm not sure..." Ophelia said. We all sat in silence for a moment. "Are you sure you'll be okay? I can tell the rest of our teachers that you aren't feeling good."

     "No, I'll be okay." I said standing up. Luna handed me my bag that I had left in Umbridge's class. "Let's go, next class should start soon." I say. 

     A few hours later and it was time for detention. I headed to Umbridge's office and ran into Harry outside the door. "Celeste, are you okay?" He asked. 

     "Don't talk to me right now," I said knocking on her door. She told us to come in and I opened the door. I stepped inside to see the entire room was pink, even the walls. The walls were littered with antique plates with images of cats running, eating, playing, etc. The room was filled with the sound of soft meows and purrs. 

     "Good evening Mr. Potter, Mrs. Ellesmere. Sit." She said gesturing to two desks. "You two are going to be doing some lines for me today." She said. Harry and I both reached for our bags, "No, not with your quill. Going to be using a rather special one of mine." She said getting up and placing a quill on each of our desks. "Now, Mr. Potter I want you to write 'I must not tell lies'"

     "How many times?" He asks. 

     "Well, let's say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in. Mrs. Ellesmere you will be writing 'I will ask before I leave'" She says turning towards me. "Same amount as Mr. Potter."

     "You haven't given me any ink." Harry says. 

     "Oh, you won't need any ink." She says. Harry and I both begin writing and soon my hand begins to sting. I guess Harry's does as well as I see him moving his hand and groaning softly. I try to ignore it until the sting becomes worse. I look down at my hand and see the words 'I will ask before I leave' slowly carve into my skin. I look over at Harry and his hand is also carved with his message. Harry stops writing and Umbridge approaches the front of his desk. "Yes?"

     Harry stares at her for a moment, "Nothing." 

     "That's right, because you know, deep down... you deserve to be punished. You as well Mrs. Ellesmere." She says turning towards me.  "Go on," She whispers to  us before going back to her desk. I wrote 50 more lines before the pain was to unbearable and the ink on my paper was smeared with my tears. Harry only managed 25 more lines, he didn't cry like I did but he looked close.