From what I’d transpired as I pretending to sulk around school the next day, was that there’d been a mass-break out of Azkaban. The ministry was being all like ‘eeekk, it must be Sirius black!’ though there was a good few of us who knew otherwise.
Neville, I noticed, became increasingly irritated and accidentally caused more havoc than usual. I’d say this is because Belatrix Lestrange – hey how weird her name is like: le strange. Like the strange. - was one of the death eaters who’d escaped and she was the one responsible for what happened to his parents.
Screw her.
There was also the death of some guy named Bode, who died from strangulation by a devil’s snare plant.
Hermione informed me, down in the kitchens at break – though she was very reluctant to be in the kitchens – that he was someone we saw on Christmas day, in the ward with Lockhart. She also told me that Harry spiked a memory in Ron, who mentioned that his dad said that Bode had worked as an unspeakable in the department of mysteries.
Hagrid was on probation – but Hermione wasn’t my informant there.
Professor ugly pants was.
“Filthy half-breeds shouldn’t teach at this school.”
“Though Professor, he is a really good teacher.”
“You’re very funny.” She laughed, and gave an annoying little shriek.
I tried hard not to grimace too much as I skulled my tea.
The following week, something very odd happened.
George walked right up to me and made a weird noise before shuffling away...He also adopted a pink body suit which he’d wear around the school.
Power to him.
But that wasn’t what was weird, funnily enough
Hermione forced Rita Skeeter into writing a thing in the Luna’s father’s magazine called the Quibbler about Harry and Voldypants. It was a really good article, and I was pissed that I couldn’t be part of it.
CAN WE PLEASE MUTANY AGAINST UMBRIDGE ALREADY?
Anyway – the Quibbler was banned after having Harry’s article posted, and just to sound like Hermione – banning it was probably the best thing Umbridge could have done.
I mean to say; practically everyone in the school had read it, disguising the article with spells. I love Hogwarts.
“It’s utterly atrocious.” Umbridge was saying. “How could he do this?”
“Because Voldemort came back from the dead and he witnessed it?” I suggested.
“Sorry?” she said, glaring at me with her toad-like eyes.
“I meant – he truly believes that you-know-who came back.” I said quickly. “He is deranged.”
“Hmm,” she gave me a swift look and turned away. “You may leave.”
So I left, and checking the time, it was approaching seven O’clock, so I skipped back joyously towards Gryffindor tower.
“Marshmallow butterflies.” I sang to the fat lady.
“That’s not the password.” She said.
“It should be.” I told her.
“That’s true. I’ll change it tomorrow morning.”
“Are you going to let me in?”
“Password.” The fat lady said glumly.
“You’ll be the death of me...Uhmm, I feel like Neville...Mimblus mimbletonia?”
