Friends, Foes and War

࣪𖤐 Y5 | 14 . The Prophecy

➵ THE PROPHECY — TAYLOR SWIFT
'Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy.'

Cassie wracks her brain for answers as she reads the question on her History of Magic exam. Where did the first Goblin rebellion take place? She's read this a million times when studying it so why on earth can't she remember now?

She looks up from her desk, her gaze catching on Umbridge. The headmistress stands at the very front of the great hall, smiling at the students. Everybody in that room knows that smile is as fake as it gets. Umbridge doesn't care about a single one of her students. At least Dumbledore cared about a few (by that; Harry Potter).

Cassie looks at the clock, panic washing over her. She has five minutes left and six questions to answer. She sighs with frustration and goes onto the next question. What year was the Werewolf Code of Conduct induced?

Cassie's jaw tenses. She hates learning about werewolves in school. Even though nobody ever is, she always feels like all eyes are on her. It always makes her shuffle in her seat or rub her neck as an uncomfortable response.

Luckily for her though, she actually knows this answer. '1637' she writes underneath the question. Feeling proud of herself, she moves onto the next page.

However, she hears a loud noise in the distance. She hears it before anyone else— the full moon only being two days ago. Cassie turns her head toward the back of the hall. Enzo follows her gaze, his eyebrows low.

Then, more people start to turn around. It's getting louder. Umbridge's expression morphs into confusion in an instant. She begins walking down the hall, struggling to keep her composure as everyone stares.

"What is that?" Enzo whispers from the seat in the row next to her.

Cassie shrugs, "Not a clue."

The great hall doors swing open and Umbridge took a step out, poking her head around. Cassie squints to get a better look— are those sparks?

She sits up higher, not being able to see awfully well over Ron's head. The sparks dart around Umbridge's face as she tries to get away from it. The sizzling noise can only be heard faintly— but Cassie hears it loud and clear.

Then, the spark flows into the hall and erupts into a tiny blue firework with a pop. Everyone breaks into smiles, not having a clue what's going on. Umbridge steps further, determined to find who did this.

Cassie vaguely heard the sound of whizzing broomsticks and laughter. "Broomsticks— the twins!" Cassie chuckles when she hears Fred go "Ready, George?" and George reply with "Ready, Fred."

Then, the twins fly into the hall on (as Cassie predicted) two broomsticks. They throw firecrackers and fling all of the students' papers into the air. The hall blows up with fireworks, colours flooding the ceiling. Everyone stands up— lots of people even cheering.

They throw dozens of fireworks, each one as loud as the next. Cassie laughs with Enzo, not taking her eyes off the ceiling.

"Wicked." Ron grins.

One lands on Draco's face, covering him in ash. Cassie scoffs and bursts into laughter. If that isn't karma, she doesn't know what is.

The twins high-five as they watch their chaos unfold before them. Umbridge is as stressed out as she's ever been. She struts through the hall, anger boiling through her veins as she ducks underneath the fireworks.

Filch has also entered the chaos now, ready for Umbridge's orders. "Ready when you are!" one of the twins shout. Cassie thought it was Fred— but they sound so similar it's hard to tell sometimes.