Learn to love

Life sucks

I sat beside Hermione as we waited for Umbridge to show up. The others joked and played, getting reacquainted with old and talking to new friends. The two twin girls set loose a paper bird in class, causing joy for the others, only for it to catch fire and burn. We all turned to see Umbridge at the entrance of the classroom. What was up with that woman and pink?

"Good morning children." She greeted with a sweet tone and creepy smile. She walked in waving her wand, to write on the chalkboard. "Ordinary wizarding level examinations. O-W-Ls. More commonly knowns as OWLs." God her voice was causing my ears to ring. "Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." She levitated the textbooks towards us. "Your previous instruction in the subject has been disturbingly uneven." Dark arts defense basics for beginners. Was this old witch for real? These are for first-year students, and even then we never use them. "But you'll be please to know, from now on, you will be following a carefully strutted, ministry-approved course of defensive magic." Hermione raised her hand suddenly. "Yes?"

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells."

I frowned, scamming through the book only to find none. "She's right."

"Using spells?" She giggled. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"We're not going to use magic?" Ron asked.

"You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." She replied, desperate in a way.

"What use it that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free." I argued.

"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class." Her sweet sticky voice was replaced with a more aggressive one, before going back. "It is the new of the mistily, that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is all about."

I was really getting sick of the old hag. "No, school is to prepare us for the real world. We live in a magical world, Hogwarts teaches us what we need to survive it. There is a lot of evil out there and we must learn how to defend ourselves from it."

"Besides how is theory suppose to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry added.

She smiled, with a shake of her head. "There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort."

I groaned, I believe him and I always will, but there was a place and time to speak of such things. This was not it. Glancing at the professor, I had to admit it was rather humorous to see her fight to control herself.

"Now, let me make this quite plain." She slowly began walking towards Harry. "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie."

"It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him."

"Detention Mr. Potter." She lost her cool for a moment as she yelled and stalked back to the front of the classroom.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?!"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident."

"It was murder! Voldemort killed him! You must know that!"

"Harry!"

"Enough!"

Both I and the professor yelled.

"Enough." She whispered. "See me later, Mr. Potter. My office." I shivered at the small giggle she gave.