❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXXII. HAGRID AND HIS GINORMOUS SECRET (LITERALLY)
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"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall
But I know you're not scared of anything at all"
THE STORY OF FRED AND GEORGE'S flight to freedom had quickly become legendary, with students eagerly discussing it at every turn. Even those who hadn't witnessed the event firsthand were swept up in the excitement, half-convinced that they had seen the twins dive-bombing Umbridge on their brooms, pelting her with Dungbombs before disappearing into the ether. The aftermath of their departure sparked a flurry of talk among students, with many expressing a desire to emulate the twins' boldness. Marjorie couldn't help but overhear conversations peppered with phrases like, "Some days, I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place," or, "One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley..."
As the days passed, it became clear that Fred and George had left their mark in more ways than one. The swamp they had conjured in the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing remained a stubborn reminder of their mischief, defying all attempts at removal by Umbridge and Filch. Even the replacement of Umbridge's office door couldn't erase the memory of the twins' dramatic exit. Despite Filch's efforts to maintain order and discipline, inspired by Umbridge's strict regime, students continued to push the boundaries of defiance. Pranks and disruptions became the norm, with Umbridge's attempts to control the chaos only serving to fuel further rebellion. And amidst it all, the lingering effects of Fred and George's Skiving Snackboxes added an extra layer of mayhem, leaving Umbridge struggling to maintain her authority in the face of relentless student resistance.
However, none could come into comparison of the chaos Peeves, who had taken Fred's parting words deeply to hard, had committed. Cackling madly, he soared through the school, upending tables, bursting out of blackboards, and toppling statues and vases. Twice he shut Mrs. Norris inside suits of armor, from which she was rescued, yowling loudly, by the furious caretaker. He smashed lanterns and snuffed out candles, juggled burning torches over the heads of screaming students, caused neatly stacked piles of parchment to topple into fires or out of windows, flooded the second floor when he pulled off all the taps in the bathrooms, dropped a bag of tarantulas in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast and, whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke.
None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and George's departure Marjorie witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way."
