𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[005] Chapter 5 - breakfast

"so you wanna talk about power? let me show you power."
|| dove cameron

Makayla

Today is our first class with Umbridge as our Defense Against The Dark Arts professor. She isn't in the class, yet, but I already know this'll be dreadful.

Her heels clack against the floors as she walks into the room. The chalk writes on the board without a person holding it as she loudly, yet politely, says, "Ordinary Wizarding Level Exams. Otherwise known as: O.W.L.S!"

Her happy voice makes me wish I was born without ears. She reaches the front of the room so we can see her scrawny face.

The room is silent, everyone too bored and confused to speak.

She starts talking and quickly loses my attention. My attention quickly snaps back to whatever is happening, however, when a book is slammed on my desk.

I read the title:

"Dark Arts Defense—Basics for Beginners."

I flip through the pages as she talks. The first thing I notice is the lack of magic.

Louis catches on, too, because he says, "We're not using any magic?"

"Why would you need magic? For it is my hope that you won't need to use magic in my classroom," she responds almost immediately. "In my classroom, I want you all to feel safe and know that—"

I snap.

"Well, how are we supposed to prepare ourselves for what's really out there?" I blurt out on instinct, stopping her sentence in its tracks as if there's a bear on the trail.

"There's nothing out there!" she retorts. "Who or what on earth would want to harm children like yourself?"

I want to laugh in her face as my mouth goes into Fight or Flight mode, saying, "I don't know... Maybe the man who killed Cedric Diggory last year, Lord Voldemort?"

My tone is more bratty than I intended, but I don't care. Her snarky expression falters at my words, the class going quiet.

To fine her composure, she smiles awkwardly, only for a moment, before saying, "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again... This is a lie—"

"It's not a lie!" I shout in response, pissing her off.

"Detention, Miss Malfoy!" she shouts back as she returns to the front of the room.

"I was there! He killed Cedric in front of me!" I blair, feeling my voice crack as I bring up Cedric's death.

"Mr. Diggory's death was a tragic event—" she tries to lie.

I shout in anger, "Stop coming up with excuses! I watched him die! Voldemort killed h—"

"ENOUGH!" she screams.

I flinch subconsciously.

She composes herself before saying, "You will meet me after class."

I roll my eyes, leaning back in my seat as she starts her lesson. I'm not a liar. Voldemort is alive. The tattoo on my forearm proves that. The bags under my eyes prove that. The reason I wear long sleeves everyday proves that. Everything about my life proves that Voldemort has returned and he killed Cedric Diggory in front of me and Harry Potter. We are walking testimonies wearing muzzles.

After class, I enter Umbridge's office. The room that Remus Lupin once dwelt in is now painted pink. Moving pictures of cats cover the walls in organized rows. I want to throw up and smile at the same time. I do neither as Umbridge tells me to sit, which I do so.

"You're going to be writing lines for me," she says as I stare at the parchment paper and the vacant quill.

"How many?" I ask firmly.

"However much it takes for the message to... sink in," she says. "Write these words: I must not tell lies."

"I haven't got any ink," I say.

"Oh, you won't need any ink."

What on God's green earth? How does the quill work if there's no ink?

I slowly start writing the sentences on the paper, the quill randomly gaining ink. I then remember that magic even exists in the first place. Hell, I go to Hogwarts!

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when there's a sharp pain in my left hand. I hiss as I drop the quill on the table.

Carving magically into the back of my hand are the words, "I must not tell lies."