DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

forty one

Dolores Umbridge's presence in Hogwarts was bitterly felt by the majority of students. With her banning wands in lessons, sitting in on classes, and even beginning to scrutinise quidditch practices, there was nowhere in school that was safe from her. The professor hated Harry Potter, and so ,by extension, all Gryffindors, treating them unfairly and giving Harry a ridiculous number of detentions. 

The one student Umbridge noticeably made an effort with, however, was Dorothea Rosier. The old woman smiled at her in the halls, treated her favourably in class, gave her good grades, no matter how rude or distracted the witch was, Dolores persisted.

"Last year Moody loved you," Fred Weasley said to the witch, catching up with her outside of their Dark Arts lesson, where Dolores had awarded the witch points for answering a simple question, "this year Umbridge. Is Snape going to confess his love for you next?"

"Ha. Funny. It's because she's friends with Clementine," she replied, walking faster to try to leave him behind, noticing Ezra and Marcus eyeing her suspiciously as she walked past.

"Yeah, saw the papers," he said cheerfully. "Saw you in there a few times too."

Dorothea grimaced, hating thinking about that photograph of she and Ezra.

"You looked very happy," he commented.

"I didn't really have much of a choice, did I?"

"Dunno," he replied, quickening his pace to match hers.

Dorothea huffed at the boy next to her and stopped, hands on her hips, "is there a reason you're hassling me?"

Momentarily, Fred Weasley looked a little hurt. He hadn't seen the witch since Oliver Wood's house and her determination to return home to her mother. 

Dorothea recognised it flash across his face and retreated a little.

"Sorry," she breathed, "August was intense. It's always overwhelming being back."

Fred grinned at her and crossed his arms where he stood, "no problem. And actually, Rosier, there is a reason why I'm hassling you today. Did you hear Ollie got a detention last night?"

"Why would I know about Wood's detention?"

"The point is, that Oliver Wood has never had a detention in his entire seven years at Hogwarts."

"He's a prefect, so of course he shouldn't be getting detentions."

"Ah don't get all authoritative on me, Dorothea. You do your fair share of rule breaking."

"No one matches you with that, Fred."

"Enough about me, Rosier," he winked. "The point is, Ollie got a detention with Elvira. He was sneaking around with her outside the castle, after hours."

Dorothea leant against the wall and smirked, she had wondered where Elvira had gotten to the previous evening.

"And," Fred continued, "still, nothing has bloody happened between them! And he got his first ever detention for her!"

"So what has this got to do with you hassling me?"

"You have to help me get them together, it'll be fun!"

"Sounds like a lot of unnecessary time spent with you," she said sweetly.

Fred grinned and pointed at her, "reckon you owe me one actually, Rosier."

"Fine," she sighed. "I'll talk to her."

"No," Fred said, shaking his head. "We've already tried to talk to her, and Ollie, it's useless."