"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."― Nicole Krauss, "The History of Love"
| George Weasley |
| Prisoner of Azkaban -Deathly Hallows part 2 |
| Sequel to 'S...
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THEY HAD BARELY REACHED MCGONAGALL'S office when the woman came marching around the corner just behind them. Hazel spotted the Gryffindor scarf that was wrapped around her neck, one which she tore off her body as she looked at the four students with an angry expression, "In," She said furiously, pointing to the door.
Fred and Harry entered first with George and Hazel quickly following them. Professor McGonagall slammed the office door shut as soon as she entered. Hazel bit her lip as she moved slightly closer to George who placed his arm on her back. They watched a McGonagall walked behind her desk, throwing the Gryffindor scarf aside.
"I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition!" McGonagall yelled, Hazel had never seen the woman look so livid, "Four on one! Explain yourselves!"
"Malfoy provoked us," Harry mumbled.
"Provoked you?" Professor McGonagall yelled as she slammed her fist on the desk, her eyes suddenly turned to the only other female in the room, "We've spoken about your anger getting the better of you, Miss. Lupin. This is your last year at Hogwarts. You need to stop getting yourself in these predicaments if you don't want to get suspended and fail your N.E.W.T.s. What on earth could he have said that provoked you all like that?" She asked, her eyes scanning the four students standing before her.
"He insulted our parents," George spoke up, he could sense Hazel's discomfort as he gently rubbed her back, "And Hazel's dad. Harry's mother too."
"But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you four decided to give an exhibition of Muggle duelling, did you?" Professor McGonagall bellowed, "Have you any ideas what you've done--"
"Hem, hem."
Hazel's blood ran cold as she and the trio of boys all glanced over their shoulders. Right there in the doorway was Dolores Umbridge, she wore her usual pink attire with that sickly sweet smile plastered on her face. The look on her face caused Hazel's anger to slowly resurface, she quickly looked away, fearing that she wouldn't be able to control her actions if she didn't.
"May I help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked, tilting her head.
"Help?" Professor McGonagall asked, blood rushing to her face, "What do you mean, help?"
Professor Umbridge walked further into the office, Hazel could hear her kitten heels clanking on the stone floor. Her eyes scanned the four Gryffindor students, the sickly sweet smile still painted on her face, "Why, I thought you might be a bit grateful for a little extra authority."
