Augury [Harry Potter Fanfic]

j. five

Sawyer had to admit the semester flew by too quickly for her liking.

They were late into December, and Hogwarts was a mess. She grimaced as Peeves flew into Umbridge's class in a chilly Tuesday, sitting down next to her, acting like a student.

Not a lot of Seventh years were in a good enough level of DADA to participate in that class, what with the strange occurances around the previous teachers of that subject, and thus there were seven students in that class, including Sawyer.

Horribly enough, even seventh years were not given the chance of practicing magic in the Toad's class (which was ridiculous, as a lot of the students sitting in that classroom would be, in less than a year, Aurors in training) , and Sawyer was glad she was good enough not to need a ridiculous Toad in Pink to teach her. Or, in another case, a Fifth year with anger issues.

"Oi, Sawyer, share your book with ickle Peeves," the poltergeist grinned at her. Without a moment's hesitation, Sawyer grinned back and slid the book to the middle of the desk.

"Silence in my classroom!" Umbridge snapped without ever looking from whatever she herself was reading. Her cheeks were lightly blushed, and Peeves was certain that the content was not suited for young audiences,

"Yes Professor Umbridge," a collective (as collective as eight beings could be) murmur was heard.

Sawyer rubbed her head as though a migraine was coming to her.

Hagrid's half brother was a matter of discussions often within the forest. Every other night she had to stop Bada from going over to the Giants' territory and picking a fight. His brother was not even part of them, which made it all the more ridiculous.

"Professor, how do you deal with a werewolf?" Peeves asked very suddenly, and the small woman raised her tiny eyes, looking raged.

"Raise your hand Mr.-!" she then realized it was not a student, but rather, Peeves. "Ms. Wilde, why are you sharing your books with it?!"

"Peeves, you mean?" she wondered, her green eyes watching the so called High Inquisitor, a ridiculous position invented for the ministry to have more power inside Hogwarts. She smiled easily, "he requsted it, and he asked so nicely I could simply not deny it. I mean, look at his adorable face." Peeves made his not-very-handsome face look horribly ugly. "Aw, look, he's trying to look just like you, Professor."

Umbridge's nostrils widened. 

Sawyer was well under the radar until that moment. Aside hanging with the Weasley twins and Lee, she made no move that could make Umbridge notice her as anything but a Head Girl who studies DADA, but at that moment--

"Ms. Wilde. It seemed I misjudged you, you will come to my office for detention today at five p.m. sharp, are we clear?" Sawyer grinned and nodded.

"Sure thing Prof."

"And you," she pointed at Peeves. "Get OUT!"

Peeves made a crying noise as he flew out. After a moment, he poked his head back in. His eyes caught the book laying on the shelves.

Within moment they were being thrown at Umbridge.

"YOU BLOODY--!"

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"Sawyer, why don't you join any of the DA's meetings?" Fred once wondered as they were huddled in the Common Room in the end of that day's classes. The trio had a free period that made that day end early, and Lee skipped the last class as he hit his head earlier that day and spent most of the day in the hospital wing. 

Hermione, who came in merelt moments earlier and sat next to Fred peered up in pure wonder. "Sawyer, you're actually brilliant in all subjects naturally, right?"