"Now, class," the professor yelped, ignoring the 'hem, hem' this time—in her opinion, the class was being quite rowdy and disrespectful. "We were going to study our review on chapter four, but now here is your test. Read five and six and answer the questions. And—"
"But there's one hundred questions and two chapters. We can't do that in forty-five minutes!" Dennis Creevey shouted.
"Would you like to make it two hundred questions Mr. Creevey?" she asked.
"No," he mumbled back.
"Then I suggest you start working, time's a ticking."
***
"Hem, hem. Time's up!" I had been forty minutes. Some people hadn't finished reading, and most definitely none had answered all the questions.
"You didn't give us enough time, Professor," Dennis said, careful not to raise his voice this time.
"Excuse me, but you had plenty of time to finish. Ah, well. Turn in what you have to me to be graded."
"Did not," Dennis muttered under his breath as the students started shuffling forward, a few with blank papers. He held out his paper.
There was a long pause with a glare. Then the teacher simply laughed at him.
Everyone had a questioning face. Then an unseen girl said bravely, "Are you… okay, Professor?"
"No!" she yelped.
Dolores Umbridge laughed because she was right, all of them were wrong and that was it.
A/N: Thanks to Writting2StayHalfSane for beta-ing this for me! And, for letting me steal her idea. Check out her fic 'And So She Laughed' which is where my inspiration for this came from.