OBLIVIATE • d. malfoy

chapter twenty-three

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❝ Oh no. See you walking
around feels like a funeral. ❞

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Alice didn't regret talking back to her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but she didn't like the consequence.

The brunette pretty girl together with the short-tempered Potter boy were stuck on Professor Dolores Umbridge's office filled with pictures of moving cats. The lady in pink asked her stuents if they would like some tea, but she strongly refuse even before he spoke out.

"I don't drink some drinks which are offered by some stranger." The young girl said.

"But I am no stranger. I am you teacher."

"Madame, with all due respect, you don't know me unlike my brother who died in the accident a year ago." The young girl said while giving the woman a fake smile.

"Mr. Potter, can you please stay outside until I call for your presence?" the teacher questions leaving the boy with no choice but to follow.

Trying to read her mind, Alice studied her actions. That annoying smile looking all pure and kind made her even more loathe her.

"As I was saying, I would be glad to actually try and hear out Potter's words about what he saw. He never lies!"

"Well, this is why I wanted to talk to you. What you did a while back was very nasty. Now I want you to write in this piece of parchment this words. I must not talk badly."

The young girl rolled her eyes and took out her quill but then the woman in pink gave her quill instead. "Here you go, dear." She said as the girl started to write a sentence of it. All of a sudden, her hand started to be in pain as she saw a letter being written there slowly.

I must not talk badly.

"Now remember that dear. I don't want you to be all cranky just because of your brother's death. Now you may leave."

'Stupid rules.' She mumbled.

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One hundred points to Slytherin!"

Draco heard older Slytherins cheering about the latest gossips of how Alice Diggory snapped out some senses on the newly hired Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Dolores Jane Umbridge. None actually expected her to do that since they knew she was only loud when it comes to people sh considered dear to her heart.

"Now that is what you call the Slytherin's pride!"

"She was brave enough to tell that to Umbridge."

"Pretty funny if you ask me."

"What a woman."

"I never knew someone in our house to be that brave as her."

Their gossips all faded when Alice came in to the Great Hall. Surprised by their silence, she was even more confused when the Slytherins clapped their hands and wolf-whistled.