"who's gonna be the first to say goodbye?"
|| one directionJordyn
Bored out of my mind, I tap my pencil on teh desk, staring at the blank test paper. The only sound in the room is teh clock tower ticking.
Umbridge, in an entirely pink Headmaster's outfit, sits in the front of the room, drinking her tea—which is in a cup that is also pink. She has a smug smile on her face while she watches us take our O.W.L. exams. No one except for Hermione and Makayla has gotten past the first page and she is loving every minute of it.
Everyone looks miserable. Louis looks confused as he's glancing at Makayla's paper, Makayla looks tired with her head in her hands as she reads the questions, Annelise is still on the first question, looking like she might throw her pencil across the room any minute now, Grayon isn't even taking the test, he's just been silently talking to Preston the whole time, Katelyn looks like she's about to break down into tears, Draco just looks annoyed, Jamie looks bored and distracted by something else, Keyanna is the same, the Lestrange siblings are the opposite of each other—Alistari being asleep and Jules being super focused, the Potters are both just taking their tests while Chase is next to Amy, desperate for answers. Kai is looking like he wishes that he were next to Makayla for this right now, Kirsten is helping Luna understand questions, and Blaise, Mattheo, and Theo are just playing rock paper scissors. I'm on the verge of passing out.
My eyes are starting to flutter close when they are shot open by a muffled banging sound. It doesn't stop. Everyone, even Umbridge, hears it too.
Umbridge gets up from her chair, walking to the door. Her heels clack loudly, echoing through the room with every step she takes.
When she reaches the door, it opens silently. The banging gets louder now that the door is out of the way. There is nothing outside the door. That is until a singular firework flies into the room, exploding into a million different colors. Umbridge stares at it, confused, before Fred and George fly into the room on brooms, cheering as they throw around fireworks, some taking random shapes or chasing after people like Draco.
People cheer as a firework takes form of a giant chinese dragon, gliding through the air toward Umbridge. Her eyes widen in fear as she starts running away.
By the time she's a foot out the door, the firework dragon reaches her. It explodes into erratic sparks, hitting the rules that are plastered on the wall. Once the explosions subside, the rules all fall to the ground around her, teh sound of glass shattering echoing through the halls.
Students rush past Umbridge, cheering as they all follow the twins out into the courtyard. Louis drags Makayla along with him as he follows them all. Grayson follows closely behind, seemingly annoyed for some reason. I then get up and follow as well.
Makayla
When we're outside, I'm surrounded at every angle. Everyone is cheering as the twins throw fireworks in the sky. It's so loud.
I subtly take quick and erratic breaths, not wanting to worry Louis, who's standing right next to me. My faked smile slowly fades when I hear a certain person's screams start to echo through my ears.
Voldemort's voice whispers through my mind, "Tell me where to find those prophecies!"
I see visions of Sirius tied up in teh Department of Mysteries. He whispers, "You'll have to kill me..."
Voldemort snaps and starts attacking Sirius. I feel my eyes water as I'm forced to watch. I haven't even realized that I'm now on the ground and wouldn't have if Louis wasn't right in front of me, asking, "Makayla?"
I blink a couple times, coming back to earth and saying nothing but, "He's got Sirius."

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