BURNING BLISTERING HELL

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the ever-amazing JKR only, not to me unfortunately.

The morning dawned bright and cheerful. The golden rays of the sun glided over the creature lying in bed and prompted it to snuggle deeper under the covers. After a few futile attempts at trying to go back to sleep against the wishes of the sun rays that so loved disrupting her beauty sleep, Dolores Jane Umbridge, got up from bed and stretched languidly.

"What a glorious day!" she exclaimed, gazing at the beautiful landscape outside her window with a wistful sigh.

I have a feeling nothing can go wrong today, she thought happily.

How so very wrong she was.

After a refreshing bath, she seated herself in an armchair beside her bed. Clapping her hands together, she called for a house elf.

"TIPPY!"

With a crack, Tippy arrived just before her and bowed low, her nose grazing the carpeted floor. "Yes, Mistress?"

"The Usual." She ordered curtly, barely glancing at the trembling house elf.

"Yes, Mistress." Tippy bowed again, and with a crack, vanished as quickly as she'd come.

Immediately, a plate laden with cream biscuits appeared on the coffee table beside her armchair, and Umbridge gazed fondly at the biscuits, before quickly grabbing one. It was customary for her to have cream biscuits every morning before breakfast. The golden crispy biscuits and the soft deep yellow cream filling looked good enough to gobble.

She popped one into her mouth, and the effect was immediate. Her eyes bulged as wide as dinner plates and her tongue felt like it had been dunked into the raging pits of fire in hell. And it was getting worse by the minute which no amount of sugar or water could control. She walked around the entirety of her quarters, tongue hanging out of her mouth like a dog, panting.

Once the burning had subsided enough for her to think as straight as possible, she went to inspect the biscuits. The biscuits contained a large amount of finely chopped chillies. So fine, that one wouldn't even know it was there. And instead of the cream, it was filled with mustard. No wonder her tongue burned the way it did.

Just then, a pop sounded loud in her bedroom, and Tippy showed up, carrying a plate of chocolate cream biscuits. "Tippy is sorry for the delay, Mistress." Tippy squeaked. "Yous biscuits is right here."

She placed the plate beside the already present one, and pooped out of the room, without waiting for a reply.

Umbridge did the one thing she had no qualms against doing at this very moment – she SCREAMED. Since her voice was so loud that the window panes rattled, she completely missed the unmistakable sound of a click of a camera.

Down in the kitchens, Harry, Ron and Hermione were rolling on the floor in laughter at the photo of Umbridge walking around, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and panting.

"Oh, I can't breathe." Hermione wheezed, clutching her stomach before promptly bursting into another fit of giggles. Harry and Ron weren't faring well, either.

After their laughing session ceased (Hermione burst into laughter again), they could finally manage to talk to Dobby.

"That was really clever of you, Dobby, hiding the actual plate of biscuits so Umbridge's house elf will take time to get it, giving you ample time to send the spicy biscuits to her." Harry said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

"The Carolina Reaper, Dobby! Merlin, that's the hottest pepper in the whole wide world." Hermione exclaimed after making sure she wouldn't be susceptible to laughter again.

Dobby grinned, glad for all the praises he was getting.

"You deserve a big hug for that one, you know." Ron said, beaming.

Hermione grinned. "Be ready to give out plenty more of those hugs, Ron, because this is just the beginning. Just wait and watch what happens next."

There. This is the edited second chapter. Hope it was longer and better than the first one. Review and let me know what you thought of this.

Mischief Managed,

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