———By order of———
The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts
Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach.
The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number 26
Signed:
Dolores Jane Umbridge
High Inquisitor
"What a joke," Lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Tell me about it," Ginny grumbled.
A familiar "hmph" came from behind the two girls.
Lucy sighed and turned to face the Defense Professor.
"Girls, your skirts are in violation of code," Umbridge gave them a sickly sweet smirk.
Lucy matched her smile, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, "thanks for letting us know, Professor," she said, her words overwhelmed with false genuine. She turned and began walking down the corridor, Ginny beside her.
"Girls!" Umbridge shrieked, "come back here, I wasn't done speaking to you!"
"Oh!" Lucy turned, widening her eyes, "I'm sorry Professor! But I'm afraid you're violating Educational Decree number 26, our skirts do not pertain to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Ginny snickered from besides her.
"Ms. Evans!" Umbridge's nostrils flare, "you and Ms. Weasley will change immediately or I'll..."
"What?" Lucy challenged, "you'll give us detention...oh...wait." She gave ministry worker and overemphasized pout before continuing on her path down the corridor.
"Ms. Evans! Get back here!"
"Have a nice day, Professor!" Lucy called.
>•<
"What do you say about visiting Abe and then dinner tomorrow, Luce?" Sawyer said as they walked around the lake.
"Can't," Lucy frowned, "Angelina has us training for the whole day."
"All day?" Sawyer looked at her with wide eyes, "but it's Valentine's Day!"
"Yeah," Lucy sighed, "she's really stressed about our upcoming match against Hufflepuff."
Sawyer nodded, "I can't see Hufflepuff standing a chance when Gryffindor has you as a beater."
"That's sweet," Lucy grinned, "but our team isn't disciplined, we don't work together too great yet, I guess that's why Angelina wants us to practice more."
"I see," Sawyer chuckled. He bent down a picked a small flower that stuck out of the snow, "it's pretty," he gazed at the pink petals admirably, "like you," he tucked the flower behind Lucy's ear.
"Thanks," Lucy blushed, bringing a hand up to her long ginger hair.
"We should go in," Sawyer said, "it's chilly."
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Lucille Rose Potter
Fanfiction•Lucy Evans, radiant of confidence, fiery hair, fiery temper. Good heart, soft but strong, unapologetic and honest. A free spirit, uncontrollable, unpredictable and unconfined. The type of woman you go to war beside, not against• •Sawyer Thorton, lo...
