𝗮𝘁𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝟵𝟱 - ❝𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗽𝘆❞

❝𝘰𝘩, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯'
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯
𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯'❞

- 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳

YOU SHOOT AN ANNOYED LOOK AT FILCH, WHO WAS PUTTING UP ANOTHER RULE.

the ladder rocks as he hammers the nail holding the frame into the wall.

hope he falls. i wouldn't catch him.

you frown deeply at the new rule ; 'dolores jane umbridge has replaced dumbledore as head of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry'

everything had yet again gone downhill. dumbledore sucked, but umbridge was worse.

all the paintings were being removed from the walls (with high objection from them, of course) and were being stored who knows where. all the rules were also being read aloud from speakers in every inch of the castle. it hurt your ears terribly with the constant high frequencies.

the doors heading out of hogwarts had also been locked.

and everyone involved with dumbledore's army now had a long detention ahead of them.

it was like prison.

you clench your fist angrily, writing the same words over and over as they etch themselves into yours, and everyone else's skin. umbridge looked utterly pleased with herself, sitting up the front in a golden chair. how you wished she was a demon so you could just-

you let out a deep breath.

as the detention was finally over, everyone held their hands in pain, muttering and mumbling, glaring and pushing passed cho as they walked by.

you flex your hand, the pain nothing more than a slight sting. an annoying one at that.