The Lost Twin (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 40: The Nightmare

Cassiopeia's POV
It was just past dawn when I woke up on Saturday. The first week of term had been a complete nightmare. The only thing I had to look forward to was not having to deal with people staring and whispering. On the other hand I had my first detention with Umbridge today.

I quietly dressed and decided to go down to the common room to catch up on homework. When I got to the common room I was surprised to see Harry sitting there. He was sealing a letter, that I had a feeling was to Sirius.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked, and giggled when my brother jumped sky high.

"I'm going to the owlery, I need to send this to Sirius" he said.

We decided to walk down to the owlery together, taking the long way. Nearly headless Nick had warned us that Peeves was planning to drop something on the next person to walk down the corridor. As we climbed the stairs, I decided to ask how bad detention with her really was.

"How bad is it? You know detention?"

Harry paused, and then looked at me, "it's horrible. She's twisted."

Great. I was sure I was going to have to face the same thing he did. Writing lines in my own blood. That Umbitch was indeed twisted. I hated her for making Harry continually cut his skin open.

Hedwig flew out the window with the letter to Sirius tied to her leg. Then a few minutes later, none other then Cho Chang entered the owlery. I smirked at my brother, who shot me a glare. I was slightly stuck in the middle here. Harry liked Cho, but Ginny liked Harry, whether she would still admit it or not.

"Oh hello Harry, Cassiopeia" she said.

"Hi" Harry said.

"Well, I've got a mountain of homework to do, so I'll be going now" I said.

I turned and walked towards the stairs, but stopped just as I got to the owlery door. I turned around and winked at Harry, who's ears turned slightly pink. Suppressing a giggle, I left the owlery.

A little while later, we were out at the Quidditch pitch. Harry and I had agreed to help Ron out with his keeping skills. Ron was no Oliver Wood, but he was still good. The three of us were out here against Hermione's dire warnings that we would fail our O.W.L's. I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about my pile of homework.

Ron managed to keep out most of the goals Harry and I shot at him. As long as he plays this good during the games, there's no way we aren't going to win. It felt insanely good to be back on a broom. We hadn't been able to play Quidditch last year because of the tournament.

I found myself exhausted by the time we were done practicing. And I still had Umbridge's detention facing me. It was time for dinner, and I had to quickly eat a piece of bread and drink some pumpkin juice before I ran off to her office. I took a deep breathe and knocked on the door.

"Come in" Said the sickly sweet voice of Umbridge.

I pushed the door open and almost vomited. Her office was covered in pink, floral, and cats. It was the most horrid thing I had ever seen.

"Good evening" Umbridge Said.

"Evening" I muttered bitterly.

She told me to have a seat at a small table. I sat down, and looked at her expectantly.

"You're going to be writing lines today" she said. "Oh no, not with your quill" she added as I reached for my bag.

God dammit

I knew what was coming when she handed me the sharp pointed quill.

"What do you want me to write?" I asked.