Fifth years from all four houses sat in the classroom belonging to our newest teacher of Defence Against The Dark Arts, awaiting the arrival of the professor. I sat behind Harry, who was by Ron, and had a girl next to me that I didn't know. It had been the only available seat in the class.
My eyes followed a paper bird created by one of the students flying through the room. In turn, students tried to knock it down, including Goyle, who hit it with a slingshot. Why he had a slingshot with him, I didn't know. Although the bird continued to fly towards the roof of the room.
That was before it was set on fire, landing on the table nearest it.
"Good morning children." A voice came from behind us, forcing us to turn and face the woman at the back of the class. Umbridge. She began to walk towards the front of the classroom, down an isle surrounded by desks and students. Raising her wand, she began to speak. "Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations."
Exams. Great.
As she spoke the exact words appeared on a chalk board at the front of the classroom, which she approached. "O-W-Ls. More commonly known as OWLs." She explained, turning to face the class. "Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe."
She flicked her wand and the neatly stacked books behind her began to levitate, landing on the tables in front of the students and I, so each pupil had one copy of the book. While the books approached each table, the woman began to speak again.
"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you’ll be pleased to know, from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic." Umbridge explained as I flicked through the book in front of me.
It contained paragraphs and questions, and of course lots of spell. But none of them were defensive, or could help us fight out Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Why didn't they wanting us protecting ourselves?
"Yes?" The professor asked. I looked up to see Hermione with her hand raised, who had been accknowledged to speak.
"There's nothing about using defensive spells?" She told her, in the way of a question. Questioning the way we were going to be taught. My head snapped to face Umbridge, waiting for her responce of the question.
"Using spells? Well, I can’t imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." She replied, stepping towards Hermione. I didn't understand, why wouldn't we use spells in a magic school that taught magic, that taught spells.
"Wait, so we're not going to be using spells?" I asked, Umbridge turning to face me.
"You’ll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." She answered, walking over to where I was sitting.
"What use is that? If we're going to be attacked, it won’t be risk-free." Harry joined in.
"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class." Ubridge turned and walked to the front of the classroom with a stern voice. Then, she turned back to face the class, a smile placed on her face. "It is the view of the Ministry, that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations which, after all, is what school is all about."
"No, school is about teaching us what we need to know. And how to defend ourselves in the future, which we can't do unless our work is practical. How is theory going to prepare us for what's out there?" I asked, raising my voice. I couldn't believe this woman, sshe was full of nonsense.
"There is nothing out there, dear." She assured me, but she hadn't been there the night Voldemort was reformed. If she had, we'd be learning spells practically. "Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"
"Who would want to attack us?" I repeated, she must've known who I was talking about.
"Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Lord Voldemort." Harry rolled his eyes and the class around us broke into whispers. The smile on Umbridge's face faded, replaced with a stern look.
"Now, let me make this quite plain." She began, walking back down the isle to stand in front of Harry and I. "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This... is... a... lie."
"Why would we lie about that?" I yelled out simultainous to Harry, who said. "It’s not a lie. We saw him. We fought him."
"Detention, Mr. and Miss. Potter." She shouted, returning once again to the front of the classroom. Detention? I really really really hated this woman.
"So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry asked, raising his voice above Umbridges.
"Cedric Diggory’s death was a tragic accident." She replied, her voice softening.
How dare she? How dare she say that Cedric's death was an accident? She wasn't there, so how would she know how he died? Anger surged through me so I stood, keeping my breath steady and trying to stay calm.
"It was murder. Voldemort killed him." I spat.
"Enough!" She screached, but I wasn't backing down. I just stood there. "See me later, both of you. My office. Sit down, Miss. Potter."
I did nothing, I just stood there.
"I said, sit." She demanded. I could feel the eyes of everyone burning into me. I looked down at Harry who widened his eyes to tell me to do what she said.
I turned to the back of the class where I saw Pansy and Draco sitting next to each other, Pansy smirking but Draco sat there watching me. He looked over at Pansy and hit her on the arm, making her turn to him. He whispered something to her and she stopped laughing, but looked directly at me.
I smiled back before facing Umbridge, who was waiting for me to sit down. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak but stopped. She wanted me to retaliate. She wanted me to get into trouble. A smile spread across my face, confusing the professor.
"Sit down." She ordered. "This is my last warning."
"Your wish is my command." I told her, sitting down as she wanted me to. "But let me just tell you one thing. If you didn't see it with your eyes, or hear it with your ears, don't invent it with your small mind and share it with your big mouth."
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Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED
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