WITHDRAWAL. draco malfoy

ix. loony

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Lillian had her nose in the divination textbook relating the dream interpretation, in order for her to analyse her own dreams, but the sound of Ron ungracefully chewing on his food kept distracting her.

"Ron, can you keep your mouth closed when you eat?" Lillian asked but only got a shrug from the ginger boy, "Seriously, I'm trying to work here!"

"Oh, sweet Lilli, you shouldn't work so much!" Fred said beside her, grabbing her book then throwing it to his brother.

"It does no good to over work your brain, we already know you're smart," George added, cheekily smiling, "And, who cares about divination anyway?"

"Guys, give me the book back!" Lillian sighed, standing up to be ready in case they would run away with it.

"Just take a break from studying, that's all we ask."

"I could kill you both, you know that right?" Lillian rhetorically asked.

"We're like your brothers, you would never do this to us," Fred answered, sounding offended.

The teenage girl rolled her eyes and pulled her wand out of her pocket, pointing it to George who seemed to flinch for a second as he noticed the determination in the girl's eyes, but cursing him was not her intention at all.

"Accio divination book," and the spell caused the book to slip out of George's hands, Lillian catching it in a swift movement.

In the meantime, Harry had walked until he was standing near Hermione, Ron still focused on his plate and Lillian still watching the Weasley twins.

"Harry," Hermione breathed out, Lillian turning around with a smile on her face.

"Can I join you?" Harry asked shyly.

But before any of them could answer, the high-pitched voice of Umbridge could be heard in the hallway.

"Pardon me, professor, but what exactly are insinuating?"

In a matter of seconds, all of the students rushed outside, interested in the heated dispute between McGonagall and Umbridge.

"I'm really requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices,"

"So silly of me, but it sounds that you're questioning my authority in my own classroom," Umbridge answered, advancing a step, "Minerva."

"Not at all," McGonagall started, copying the other woman's action, "Dolores, merely your medieval methods."

"I—I am sorry dear, but to question my practices is to question the Ministry, and by extention, the Minister himself," Umbridge retorted, her last word barely above a whisper, "I am a tolerant woman, but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty."

"Disloyalty," McGonagall repeated, her face paling.

Umbridge turned around in order to face all the students and raised her voice, "Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared, Cornelius will want to take immediate action."

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Walking besides Fred and George, Lillian smiled brightly as they came near the Quidditch area. Today was the first game of the year for Gryffindor and they were playing against Ravenclaw, which wasn't the easiest team to beat, but then again they had to win in order to get a good amount of points and hope to win the Quidditch cup.