Professor Merlin Emrys

Plans?

Merlin's POV

A week or so after slipping Umbridge the potion it wore off, much to everyone's disappointment, even McGonagall seemed to be a little upset. Aithusa and I spent the week talking to the centaurs and greeting the unicorns and other creatures on and around the grounds of Hogwarts. After the morning of the prank I seemed to have gained a shadow in the form of Snape, not as silent as he seems to think. Dumbledore must be close to figuring out who I am, surprised it took this long.

Aside from my new stalker, Umbridge has slowly gaining more power, anyone with her detentions has their mouths shut about it. Anytime someone enters my class who has had detention with her reeks of leftover dark magic, Harry most of all. Aithusa suggested a plan that would work, but unfortunately, it's only a temporary solution, seeing as I have no idea what she's using. Hopefully, someone will step forward, otherwise I won't be able to lift a finger to help, at least not directly.

Finally, October arrives. Dumbledore seems to rarely be seen and openly avoids Harry, much to Aithusa, Harry, and I's annoyance, it will only seek to push him away. Dumbledore has all the proof he needs to put the pieces together soon. On a more annoying note, Umbridge seems to be cutting down my class to theoretical magic usage. Today was the last straw.

Umbridge made her way towards the front of my desk after my last class for the day, stout in pink and with the most vicious smirk a pudgy woman could possibly have.

"Emrys, I have talked with the minister and he would like to reschedule your appointment to next weekend." looking far too pleased as she continues." In the meantime, he has named me high inquisitor to improve Hogwarts how I see fit. As of now I believe it isn't necessary to use such spells as those you teach, telling them should be enough. Good day." Swiftly walking out before I could say a word against any of it. Gritting my teeth to try and rein in my magic before it lashes out against that vile toad woman.

I swiftly rush out the door, picking up my pace till I'm running headfirst into the forbidden forest, not caring if anyone is following, looking, or able to overhear. I stumble my way to a clearing where I can release the pent-up magic, knocking over trees and turning some to splinters. Aithusa joins me calmly a few minutes later sensing the aggressive magic. Once calmed down enough I wordlessly repair the damage to the surrounding woods.

Aithusa's POV

" That truly, awful, vile woman. Thinking she won because she has the minister in her grubby little pocket. Fine, if she wants to play hard ball let's play. I only have a week till I must butter up the minster, Aithusa any ideas. " I shake my head no, quietly listening to about four other heartbeats while Merlin oblivious as always continues to rattle ideas and pauses to rant and debunk each he come up with. Only when a twig snaps does he brake off mid-sentence, gaze landing on four students hidden lazily behind different trees. Merlin clears his throat as they each timidly come out of hiding.

" Well, I suppose we all have some explaining to do."