Nico at Hogwarts (continued)

18 - The Toad's Class

A/N:

Look! It's a chapter! (sorry for being lazy) Italics is directly taken from OoTP

Also guys, Nico is no longer the DADA professor, because it is more fun if Umbridge exists to be sassed upon. Sorry. Ignore the last mentions of this. Hehe.

Harry:

Today was our first lesson with the pink toad-looking lady whom Hermione said was interfering at Hogwarts. We were with the Ravenclaws, and I didn't expect it to go well, judging by how she acted at my trial and at the start of year feast. I got into the classroom, picking the seat furthest away from the new kids, next to Ron.

The professor waddled in, cocooned in a mass of pink clothing to the point that she seemed like a neon pink highlighter, but no one paid much attention to her.

"Well, good afternoon!" she said, when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled 'good afternoon' in reply.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge'. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!" 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,' they chanted back at her.
"There now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. 'That wasn't too difficult, was it?" Unfortunately for Umbridge, there was one student who hadn't moved.

"Ah, too good to join in, are you? And who might you be?" in her annoying girly voice. It turns out it was Reyna, and she just looked up, with a bored expression.

"I said, who might you be?" she asked again, nostrils flaring. This time, Reyna answered.

"Reyna."

"Reyna who?" she said in that voice again.

"Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano," she replied in that same baby voice, mimicking her.

"Well Miss Arellano, it is polite to respect your elders," the professor replied in an overexaggerated annoyed tone.

"It's actually RAMIREZ-Arellano, and also, my name is Reyna, not 'Miss Ramirez-Arellano'," Reyna responded. "If you're going to scold me, at least get my name right." The girl leaned back and smirked at the teacher, about to join in before her friend elbowed her.

The professor opened and closed her mouth, fuming, "Detention, Miss Arellano! I will not tolerate such disrespect from my class," she whirled around and marched to the front of the classroom, grabbing a random slip of parchment. She signed it with something, before yelling again. "Bring this to Professor Flitwick. Detention is at 8pm sharp, Wednesday night. Don't be late."

"What is this, kindergarten?" Reyna replied, making a face at her before walking out, fuming about the use of her last name. What was up with that? Almost half the class was hiding their giggles, some outright chortling. One of her friends was looking at her with a mix of disappointment and pride. Professor Umbridge pointedly ignored them.

Umbridge huffed, straightening herself, before addressing the class. "Wands away and quills out, please." Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order 'wands away' had never yet been followed by a lesson that they had found interesting. Harry shoved his wand back inside his bag and pulled out quill, ink and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once.

DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS
A Return to Basic Principles

Underneath it appeared more words.

Course aims:
1. Understanding the principles of underlying defensive magic.
2. Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.
3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.