American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Prof. Umbridge

None of the seventh years got any sleep last night. All of us were praying that we'd have a free period first, not that an hour of sleep would do us any good. I had gone down to the kitchens and made some strong coffee, since I didn't like tea too much. I had gotten used to it by now, but this required something stronger.

"How are you, Margaret?" Prof. McGonagall asked while handing me my time table for this year.

"I'm good, all things considered." I replied back. McGonagall had been there me all last year, so of course she was checking up on me now.

"I'm glad. I'm sorry we can't do anything about your mom right now. I know how much she meant to you" She had a sad smile on her face.

"It's alright. I can't promise that I won't go find her once I graduate. But at least we know she's still alive." McGonagall nodded and continued giving other students their schedules. I'm happy my mom is still alive, but sometimes I wonder if it would be better if he just killed her. She had to be going through some incredibly painful torture at least. I'm scared for her.

I heard a long groan from beside me. I saw both George and Fred look absolutely miserable. "Awww did someone not get enough sleep?" I said with a mock pout on my face, sipping my delightful coffee packed with caffeine.

"It's not that"

"Look at the first class"

It was my turn to groan. We had Umbridge first. Mother of pearl. Time to jump off the astronomy tower. I haven't slept since 9 am yesterday, and now I had the pink abomination (which is my new nickname for her in case you couldn't tell).

I walked hand in hand with George to class, which made him smile. And me. It made me smile too. We sat next to each other in class, chatting amicably until Prof. Umbridge walked in. "Good morning boys and girls" *inaudible groaning* (none of us got any sleep-okay?) "Tsk tsk." Who says tsk tsk? "That won't do. Now try it again."

"Good morning, Professor."

"Better. Now wands away, you won't be needing them."

I exchanged a look with George. I surveyed the room and everyone else seemed just as confused. We had NEWTS coming up, and we weren't going to use our wands?

"This class will focus on theory. Now open up your textbooks and read chapter one, silently. There will no need for talking. Copy down each paragraph as well." Her voice is so annoyingly high pitched that it gives me a headache.

"I'm sorry professor, but will we be actually performing these spells anytime soon?" I questioned.

"There is no need for that Miss..."

"Hughes."

"Miss Hughes. Your education in this class has been disrupted by the lack of a consistent teacher. Many of whom did not follow a ministry approved curriculum course. Many ministry officials have agreed that it is time to return to some more basic instruction. There is no need to be able to perform the spells in this classroom, for there is no danger."

"Okay...but even if there wasn't any danger, which there is, there's still a practical portion to the NEWTS where we have to perform the spells in front of the examiners. Do you really expect us to perform the spells for the first time on test day, when many of us probably get nervous or need lots of practice to master a spell?"

"Miss Hughes watch your tone. And if you know the theory well enough, you should have no problem performing the spell on examination day." She had a smile on her face but I could see in her eyes she wanted to kill me.

"All due respect," she deserved none, "But that's bullshit Professor."

"watch your language"