Yellow Badger [3]// Harry Potter // Draco Malfoy

Dumbledore Vs Umbridge, Round One

CHAPTER TWELVE:  Dumbledore Vs Umbridge, Round One

Fingers pressed to my guitar, I sat on the stool tuning the new strings as Georgia accompanied the choir.
"This is horrible." She muttered, as her fingers danced over the ivory," I was with Robb in the corridor and suddenly my back is colliding with a stone wall and he's on the floor."
I nodded," Yeah, she's taking over the school and Dumbledore is M.I.A"

Click, Clack, Click.

Eyes widening, Georgia and I peered around the lid of the Piano to the Devil making her dramatic entrance, her pink pumps echoed off the York Stone with every step. Our gaze turned to the professor, he stood waving his arms trying to keep the practice going and ignoring her presence entirely.
Standing next to Professor Flitwick, she bobbed happily to the music that was being played, sharing a look between us, we gave false reassuring smiles at our Charms Professor as he made a passing glance at us.
"Let's say goodbye to music," I muttered.
Georgia pulled her lips into a tight smile," Or our Profess – "
She stopped talking, Umbridge stood next to Professor Flitwick on his left and raised her hand just over his head – a thin pink tape measure dropped to the floor. Joe's rhythmic drumming faulted for a second just as Professor Flitwick looked up and down glance at the tape measure, his arms dropping.
Staring back up at his Colleague, there was a not-so-subtle glare aimed in her direction as she wrote down the measurements.
"And one question." She smiled as the singing stopped at different times.
Professor Flitwick sighed," Yes?"
"Why does the choir have a band?" Her quill feather gesturing towards us.
"They assist in timing and accompaniment." He spoke confidently.
Umbridge looked at the three of us, knowing we could push a few buttons this morning – Georgia and I raised our hands into a little wave. Unimpressed, she jotted something else down, turning on her kitten heels and made her way out of the Great Hall.

Clearing his throat Flitwick turned to us," Ok, that should be all, thank you all for using your free Period for an extra rehearsal."
With a flick of his wand, all the equipment had gone back to the Choir room, the guitar in my lap had vanished to its stand upstairs leaving me a bag for the rest of today's classes.
"Have a good day everyone." He nodded to us, walking down between the tables with his fingers pinching his nose and muttering to himself.

Walking up to us, Joe twirled his drumsticks in one hand and put another around Georgia with a smirk.
"That was..."
Georgia rolled her eyes picked up her bag," Well, this was nice whilst it lasted."
"Yep, no doubt she has a list of groups and teachers she wants to get rid of." I sighed putting my satchel on my shoulder.
Joe hummed in agreement, as we walked out of the hall," If we are still around, see you next week Cellie."
"You too guys." I smiled at the two older students as they walked in the opposite direction to me.

Under the stairs was the archways that lead down underneath the castle to the dungeons, from the top I could hear the echoes of laughter coming from outside the classrooms that mixed in with the causal complaints of Slytherin students as they filed past me. Pushing through, I waved to Hadleigh, who raised her hand to signal where she was within the crowd, behind her Harry glared at us as we stood with our group of Ravenclaws.
"Hey." I smiled at my little group, trying to ignore Harry's childish behaviour.
Isabelle smiled," How was practise?"
I licked my lips as I tried to describe it," She measured Flitwick."
Hadleigh choked on air," she what not?"
"Umbridge measured the height of Flitwick with a pink tape measure," I spoke slowly.
Isabelle pulled a face," That has to be illegal under some discriminatory act?"
Anthony shook his head," No, we have nothing like that – the Muggles do, but as people, other than blood, we are more accepting. Statistically speaking anyways."

The door to the classroom opened, hitting us with a gust of cold air.
Walking in, Snape was writing on the whiteboard, the only sound was shuffling feet and slight whispers. I took my seat away from my friends and dropped my belongings on the ground, groaning internally when Liam sat and smiled at me, his teeth showing.
"You are looking lovely today." He smirked.
I creased my eyebrows," I know."
"Oh." He said, looking behind him for a second then he turned back, still smiling.
"What do you want?" I questioned, as I felt Draco's hand on my shoulder as he sat down.
Liam cleared his throat, his confidence dropped a little as the Slytherin sat down," What are you doing next weekend?"