The Great Hall had never looked so intimidating. It was so much larger with the absence of the four tables, like the hall was missing a leg or something. The wide expanse of floor was nearly covered by a swarm of students from year’s five to seven. I say swarm because the students were buzzing, their inane and nonsensical chatter filling my ears like bad music. But ,of course, to their sadly misinformed ears their mouth sewage was actually entertaining, offering the superficial insight on life.
Professor Umbridge was standing up the front, where Dumbledore usually stood. This was a testimony of the everlasting fire of her arrogance, her unfourtunaly pink frock closely resembling a dyed, stuffed and dead cat. The heads of house stood solemnly at either sides of her, each wearing looks that said they’d rather be in the bottom of the ocean than here. I’d have to say I’d agree with them. Although this does beat potions classes.
The Awesome Ninjas were crowded in a corner to the right of the room, along with the extra additions of some of our other, apparently inseparable, halves. Electra was looking particularly grumpy, still dwelling on the utterly depressing fact that she still hadn’t snagged herself a date. Sequin was virtually vomiting rainbows and Harlequin was doing that unsettling thing of being here. Sabbedoria was trying to get her hair back from bright orange back to normal colour, with Maxi right next to her muttering under her breath. Audrey and I were doing our best to resemble a wall. It wasn’t working.
“Oh, come on, you guys.” Sequin scolded, “It’s just deportment classes, it’s not like Umbridge is trying to summon a demon”
“That would be preferred.” Spoke Audrey, taking in the sight of the logically inept students, “The demon summoning that is.”
“She is a demon.” I answered my helium charged sister, “She is the fun sucking demon. Does exactly what the name says; sucks fun.”
“Just think,” Continued Audrey, because now we had started we couldn’t stop, “We have to learn how to dance, to dance. Those two words are symbolic of decades of torture.”
“If she puts makeup anywhere near my face, I will give her paper cuts in her eyes.” I spoke perpetually.
“And I will help.” Finished Audrey.
Sequin looked at us with wide blue eyes. “I don’t think you guys should be alone together. You’re both being very—“
Her words were cut off by a pretentious cough.
The whole hall went silent, even Draco and his very un-merry gang of thugs managed to staple each other’s mouth shut or something. Umbridge surveyed the hall with beady eyes. A thin and inauthentic smile stretching across her face.
“Good Afternoon, students.” She greeted us, “Welcome to deportment classes. This is where you will all learn the art of elegance, the tools of the trade for young gentlemen and laddies.”
Audrey and I looked at each other darkly, while a couple of air heads clapped in an excited manner. “As long as she doesn’t mention dancing.” Muttered Audrey.
“Today,” Umbridge beamed, “You will learn to dance!”
This was met by groans from the boys, cheers from the girls and a markedly rude swear word from Audrey.
Sequin gripped Harlequin’s hand much like a boa constrictor strangles its prey. Sabbedoria looked up, her hair still half orange, her eyes alight with the thought of romance. Umbridge was still grinning, as if her smile had been painted on…with someone’s blood.
“Dancing is an important part of a ball, one that must be executed with up most precision and elegance.”
“Do you still have that noose?” Audrey whisper asked me.
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The Wild Side
Fiksi PenggemarMaladie Cain thought that the worst thing that could happen to her this year was the Winter Ball, or that her sister’s Slytherin boyfriend would try to make friends with her, or maybe her O.W.L exams... Oh, how she was wrong. With friends across mo...
