At promptly 5:00 the next afternoon, James Potter and Sirius Black made their way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. When they arrived, Umbridge sat in her desk, toad like face smirking at them as she sipped tea from a pink, floral patterned cup. The room was also a bright pink, filled with pictures of flowers and kittens. "Now, boys, it's nothing too hard tonight. We'll just be writing lines," she told them when they entered empty handed.
"I don't have a Quill- maybe I should go get one-" James inched towards the door, but Umbridge replied-
"That's alright, Mr. Potter. You can use one of mine." Umbridge opened her top desk drawer and pulled out two pieces of parchment and two sleek, black quills. Passing one of each to Sirius and James, she said, "I want you to write 'I will not disrupt class,' alright? And please, take a seat."
"How many times do we have to do this?" Sirius asked.
"Long enough for the message to sink in," she replied.
"And where's the ink?"
"You won't need ink."
The boys defiantly refused to sit, but did not refuse the lines. After a minute of writing "I must not disrupt class," in a red substance, James developed a painful itch on his hand. He did not stop to scratch it, however, and continued to write his lines. Only after an hour of lines did he notice the blood blossoming on his hand.
"Is something wrong?" Umbridge asked when he stopped writing.
"No, except for my bleeding hand," James told her quickly. He was silent for a moment before he looked at his hand, and then the paper, and his hand again. Then it dawned on him. "These are blood quills, aren't they?" he asked, looking at Umbridge angrily.
"Are you suggesting that I, Professor Dolores Umbridge, am breaking school rules?" Unbridgeable gave a falsely high laugh. "Honestly, why would you say such a thing?"
"Because my hand is bleeding and it wasn't before I started using this bloody Quill!" James said, his frustration threatening to boil over. Sirius was silent beside him, still writing his lines as the Quill cut into his hand.
"Well, look at the time. It's 6:15, and I have better things to do than oversee this detention," Umbridge said haughtily. "You are free to go. But leave the quills." Sirius threw down his Quill, shredded his parchment and spat at Umbridge.
"You and my mum both. I'm sure you'd be fast friends," he told her aggressively. James put the Quill down and made to follow, but-
"Mr. Potter, what happens in this room stays in this room. If you tell a single person, you will have to watch your back, you and Mr. Black both. Have a nice night." Umbridge said quietly and took a sip of her tea as James ran out of her office.
