Iris Éclatant is a bright eyed girl from France who is unconvincingly told by the sorting hat she belongs in Ravenclaw. Her Pureblood family history proves to be a troublesome factor in her life, and when Voldemort is on the rise again, things only...
"Umbridge," Marietta answered Michael's question. "Her name is Dolores Umbridge. She works for the ministry."
"She was present at Harry's hearing." I added.
"Of course she was," Marietta rolled her eyes. "She does anything to please Fudge, at least that's what my mum says."
"Do you believe Harry?" Michael continued with his questions.
"Oui." I toyed with the hem of my slacks; Monday felt like a day to wear pants, rather than a skirt. However, Umbridge created an Educational Decree in which the girls must wear skirts, but could you blame me? I was comfortable.
"Why?" Marietta scoffed. "If You-Know-Who was really back, I think our lives would be much worse."
"I believe 'im." Cho blurted.
"Your mum works for the Ministry, Marietta," Michael and I separated from the two, about to enter our class room, "Of course you wouldn't believe what he says."
Cho quickly pulled Marietta away from us when a horrid scowl crossed the brunette's face. I punched Michael's arm. He shouldn't say such things! Michael took his usual seat next to Anthony. Harry and Ron sat together, and Hermione with Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff.
"Have a seat, please." Umbridge gently pat my shoulder from behind, pushing me to the right as she passed by.
I looked to my right to see Draco sitting, an empty chair beside him. Crabbe and Goyle snickered profoundly as I sat beside the blond.
"Finally found a brush, did ya, Éclatant?" Goyle simpered, looking pleased with himself.
"How long did it take you to come up with that one?" I raised a brow, frowning at the Slythein.
"As long as it took you to discover that hair brushes exist!" He replied; Crabbe high-fived him as the two sneered.
"Were you born this daft, or did you take lessons, Goyle?" I rested my chin in my palm.
A few students nearby laughed at my comment, including Draco. Umbridge cleared her throat, writing 'O.W.L.s' on her chalkboard. Ordinary Wizarding Levels, or O.W.L.s were a series of exams we would take at the end of the year. She sent a stack of books around the class, each of us taking one off the floating pile.
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I skimmed through the textbook quickly, noticing there wasn't any context relating specifically to performing spells.
"Is something wrong, dear?" I shut the book, looking up to see the pink-cheeked woman smiling down at me.
"There isn't anything in these books about performing spells?" I answered.
"Oh," She tittered. "Performing spells? No, we won't be doing any of that! We will be learning about spells in a safe environment."
