DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

fifty nine

The morning after the twins' birthday, Clementine Rosier arrived at Hogwarts. Dolores Umbridge, having just been appointed as Headmistress, met her friend at the gates, letting her in, talking non-stop about the dire state of the school. Clementine tutted as she listened, revelling in the stares and whispers she got from students that she passed, smirking to herself as she saw the fear on younger student's faces. They passed several students clutching their hands, older Gryffindors comforting them, glaring as Umbridge walked by. 

Fred and George, who sat on either side of a young boy with scarring on his hand looked at each other in shock.

"That's Clementine Rosier," Fred said, breathing in sharply.

"Does Dorothea know she's here, do you reckon?" George asked.

Fred shook his head, "she's not said anything."

"Should we tell her?"

"Probably."

"Any idea where she'll be?"

"Library, I assume," Fred said, his face dropping as more younger Gryffindors walked past crying, clutching their hands. "Does nothing but revise these days."

"Fucking bitch, Umbridge is," George muttered, shaking his head as the pair headed to the common room. "What business has she got bringing bloody Rosier here?"

"Fuck knows," Fred sighed. "But it's not good. Shows just how much the death eaters are infiltrating. Dumbledore sacked, and our new headmistress best mates with Clementine. It's fucked."

"Come on," George said, rushing through the busy library, looking for Dorothea. She was, thankfully, sat alone in a small alcove looking over the lake, looking incredibly stressed as she frantically made notes on a huge wad of parchment. 

When the twins stopped in front of her the witch sighed, "I don't have the time for any ridiculousness-"

"Your mum's here," Fred said, interrupting her.

"We just saw her," George continued. "With Umbridge."

"What?" The witch asked, standing up. "Why?"

"Your guess is as good as ours."

"Okay," Dorothea nodded, putting her things into her bag and walking past the twins.

"Rosier?" Fred shouted, putting a finger up at a couple of Ravenclaws who shushed him. "Where are you going?"

"To see her," Dorothea stated plainly. "To see why she's here."

Dorothea marched into Umbridge's office without knocking, unsurprised to see Clementine Rosier sat behind the headmistress' desk, twirling her wand between her fingers with a wicked smile on her face. 

"Dorothea, darling," Clementine smiled. "You stand, Dolores," she said, gesturing for Umbridge to move, "sit down."

Dorothea sat, silently enjoying the way that Dolores Umbridge became pathetic around her mother.

"I didn't expect to see you until Easter," Clementine smiled.

"Well, you're the one in my school, mother."

The older woman hummed, "just discussing with Dolores how this school should best be ran."

"Are you the best person for that?" Dorothea said sharply.

"The minister trusts me," she smiled.

"And he's about the only one, haven't got him under the imperious curse, have you?"