Disclaimer- I don't own HP. Ravenca is mine.

A/N-Ravenca Anne Delours is my original character. No, she is not related in any way to Dolores Umbridge .

Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace. -Oscar Wilde.

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"Proffesor Umbridge is totally eating out of my fathers hands, so Slytherin won't have anything to worry about this year." Draco smirked as him and his posse andmy posse went to DADA from Potions. Draco was okay once you got to know him. He could be the bigest prat and/or twit in the world, but then there were times when he would be nice. As in actually 'I'm doing this because I want to, not because there's something in it for me' nice. However, when he wasn't nice or being a prat, he was plotting against Potter,ranting about Potter, or playing quiditch. So, in short, he had five different modes. We just don't talk about the sixth.

Laughter went around his group as though he had said something witty. Crabbe and Goyle were both exceptionally thick, and one would probably become as thick as them if they tried to determine who was dumber. And then there was Pansy. She was, in short, the biggest bitch in school. And not agood kind of bitch like me, but the mean kind. She would set people up to fall and laugh at them when they did as though it had been their own fault that she had done something to them. I wouldn't call us friends, more like acuiantasses.

My group however looked at him mockingly as though to say 'Is this good because then you'll pass, or because Gryffindor won't?'.

Theodore Nott had to be the biggest player in school. To him it didn't matter that he was in Slytherin, and nor did it matter to the girls that he charmed. He was one of the most handsome people to ever come to Hogwarts with shiny blond hair and almond eyes. He would pull out a flower or two, act nice, and let the sharade take him where he wanted it to. Most people thought that he was very nice for a Slytherin, but he was one of the meaner ones. Once he got what he wanted, he would dump one girl and move onto the next. He is the charm of my group. He can get whatever he wants by simply laying down his charm.

Blaise Zambini happens to be the informer of my group. He has tan skin, long black hair and eyes so brown they looked black. He knows everybody secrets savemine. He would get his way by blackmailing people.

Then there is Milicent Bulstroge. She isn't the prettiest girl out there, but she is one of the most loyal. She is the muscle ofmy group. If things got ugly, she would set them staright the muggle way. Nobody would ever tell her this because they either didn't want to be hurt, or could care less.

And then there is me.I amthe saracastic one ofmy group. Not to say that the others aren't sarcastic, butI just add a hint of irony to it all.I canmock someone severely, and have them not know that you were mocking them, but everyone elsewill know it.I never get in trouble though,I'm too smart.I simply got your way because nobody else would even consider going up against me. So many people actually think that Draco is controlling Slytherin. He's just there to be the public spot light. If he's the king of Slytherin, then I'm the God. It isn't that I'm pretty, becauseI'm really notall that better than Milicent, it is just how I act. I'm a little bit of everything, and truth to be told, it took the sorting hat almost as long as it took Potter to placeme somewhere. In the end I decieded to go into Slytherin.

"I don't like her or Fudge. They should realize that Hogwarts and the Ministry are two different things. They're messing with tradition."I say loftily as we all rounded the corner to where the classroom was. I really love being who I am at times. Nobody but me could get away with that in Slytherin.

"What? How is she messing with tradition?" Draco sneers incredulously.

"The Ministry has never had any control over Hogwarts before. It's stirring a lot of trouble for us because the other countries don't like as much." I roll my eyes.

"Well sometimes tradition has to be messed with to make it better." Draco sneers.

"It's like the whole pure-blood issue. It's tradition. It would be like you going and marrying a muggle-born. Is that better than you marrying a pure-blood?" I smirk.

"That is beside the point!" Draco says angrily.

"It was merely an example Draco. Obviously because you couldn't answer to it, that means that my point is correct. Come on, lets get good seats." I laugh as my group and his group split up. Oh well, he'd get over it soon enough.

"Hey Milicent, aren't we sharing this class with someone?" I say as I looked around the room.

"Nope. Umbridge thinks that we would work best if we didn't have the distraction of other houses." She smirks.

Umridge enters the room at that point, so all of the talking stops.

"Good morning class."

Nobody replies to her, which seems to make her slightly mad. I just smirk at her. She probably has no idea how humorous she looks right now trying to cover-up her emotions.

"When I say good morning to you, I expect for you to say to say 'Good morning Proffeor Umbridge'. And when you want to ask a question, I expect for you to have your hand up." She says with much strain obviously ticked at us. This however makes more people break out into smirks.

"Good morning Professor Umbridge." The class says in a droning fashion except for Theodore. No, he just has to be different.

"Lets give a big cheer for our professr here. Good moning Miss Umbridge dear." He sings in his bass voice. I swear to god that she swooned at the sight. I myself feel like barfing up my toast.

"Yes, well, please put away your wands." Umbridge says as she taps the board.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: A Return to Basic Principles.

"As I am sure most of you know, your past teachers have left holes in your teachings." She pauses shortly for the laughter of several students including Draco's group. "As such, the Ministry does not think that you are up to the level that you need to be to pass your O.W.L.'s. The curruculum that I will be teaching has been Ministry approved. Please copy down the following."

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magic can be legally used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a contex for practical use.

"If everybody has a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard, then turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basic foor Beginers'. There will be no need to talk." Umbridge smiles.

Of coarse, I haven't opened my book, but raise my hand at the sheer stupidity of this woman.

"Did you have something to ask about the chapter dear?" Umbridge asks when she sees my hand.

"Nope, not in the slightest Professor Umbridge." I smile playing my act as the cute ditzy girl. This only prompts the people who know me to pay more attention to what is happening.

"We're reading now, if you have a problem, then we can deal with it at the end of class." Umbridge smiles like the idiot she is.

"I was wondering if you might have possibly skipped over the part about us trying out the magic we have to know. I mean, it's so basic that you probably didn't put it up there, but not all of us are up to your level Proffessor Umbridge." I smiles.

"No I have not in fact. We will not be using the spells as I see no situation in my class room where you would ever need to use one."

"It's after class that I'm worried about. There are several more bad people out now then when you were growing up."

"Are you saying that you actually believe what that Potter boy says?" Umbridge says angrily.

"Me? Personally, I couldn't care less. I'm speaking about muggers and kidnapers. Or are those not around in today's soceity. If they aren't, then I would personally like to know why crime rates are so high. Isn't the point of Defense against the Dark Arts to learn how to protect ourselves from those who would possibly use them to harm us?" I say just barely keeping the mocking out of my voice. This is my type of entertainment. (The slightly mocking kind).

"I highly doubt that muggers would actually know spells that you didn't already know the counter curse to." Umbridge saya looking nearly out of her leage. Not quite enough out I'd say.

"But...what if they do? That would mean that we, everyone of us, could be in danger!" I say high pitched acting like I'm going to cry. I can see that my group and Draco are looking slightly impressed. Pansy and the idiots are just looking lost.

"The Ministry doesn't let muggers and kidnapers walk around anywhere near where Hogwarts is." Umbrigde says looking a bit mad.

"But then how did Black get in here? And what about after we leave Hogwarts, what then! And if the Ministry doesn't let them near Hogwarts, where do they keep them!" I almost yell with fake tears strolling down my cheeks. I am so thankful that the other teachers hate her, otherwise they would have warned her.

"You will either quite down right now or go to the Headmaster's office, do you hear me!" Umbridge yells at me as though she can actually control how my little act works.

I just cry harder to this while some people begin to doubt themselves that I'm acting. "But you haven't answered my questions! What about then!" I yell hysterically.

"Get out now and see the Headmaster or have detention with me!" Umbridge yells, grabbing my arm and litterally throwing me out of her class room.

A first year Hufflepuff is walking by and sees the whole thing. Once Umbridge had closed the door on me, I give her a smile. "Can you do me a favor. When you get to her class, cause a scene like the one I just did. I promise I'll pay you back."

"But won't I get in trouble?" She asks shakily.

"Well, when she gives you the choice of detention or stopping, or going to the Headmaster's office, just continue crying and go to the office. It's the best in the long run. Besides, I now have an hour and a half to myself. What's your name?" I smile.

"Rose Zeller." She replies shakily.

"Well Rose, if you ever need any help with anything, just contact call out for Milink, and I'll get your message and help you. My name by the way is Ravenca Delours, formally known as God of Slytherin." I smile.

She doesn't get scared at all. I don't think that she's been listening to the rumors about us. "Okay. What's she like?"

I smile. She justs looks so cute being only four feet and one or two inches with sandy blond hair and big blue eyes. "She's working for the Ministry, and she won't let us do magic for her class until the exam."

"But, how will we pass?" She says taken aback. She must have learned some stuff from her friends then.

"I am currently working on that, and when I know, I will be sure to pass on the message. Now I am terribly sorry to cut this talking short, but I fear that I must go and see the Headmaster!" I say cheerfully. I think that I have wierded her out, but I really don't care.

A/N- Yep, this is my new story...for those who read Just Business before I took it down, this is the predecsecor(sp?). Yep, I made a few changes...

bye, MK