Chapter 10

All our lessons came to an end, and Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were making our way to the common room.

"Do you think there's such things as flying pigs?" Ron asked out of the blue, while munching on a crisp.

"I don't know, Ron," I sighed, rubbing my temples. That boy never shuts up. I had a headache already and was dreading the detention with Umbridge later on.

"Because there's such things as witches, werewolves and vampires… so why not flying pigs?" he continued. I just shrugged, not even bothering to answer.

"They might, though I've never seen one," Hermione mused. I looked at her, surprised. I would've thought she'd argue with Ron over something like this.

"I doubt they exist," I cut in. "Anyway, I'm going to get some rest, to mentally prepare myself for toad face's wrath," I said, shuddering.

"Oh yeah, good luck with Umbridge," Ron grumbled, before plopping down on a chair.

"Yeah," I muttered quietly, before flopping on my bed for a quick nap.

I awoke to Hermione shaking me.

"Rosie! Rosie, wake up! You have detention with Umbridge in five minutes!" she shrieked, her brown eyes wide.

I yelped and shot off the bed in a matter of seconds.

"Five minutes? Damn, Hermione! Why didn't you get me up earlier?" I hissed. She glared.

"I'll have you know that I've been trying to get you up for the past ten minutes! It's not my fault you're a deep sleeper!" she hissed back. I smiled sheepishly.

"Oh. Sorry," I said timidly. She rolled her eyes.

I met up with Harry in the corridors, and he was looking bored though impatient. I supposed he just wanted to get this over with.

"Ready?" I asked.

"No," he admitted. "But the quicker we get there, the quicker we can leave, right?"

"Yeah, yeah."

We walked to her office in silence, not knowing what to expect.

I have to admit, I was feeling slightly nervous as we got closer and closer to our destination. Umbridge was practically Satan in disguise.

We arrived at her office, and I flinched as I saw the pink door. If her door's pink, Merlin knows what it's like inside.

Knock, knock, knock.

Harry rasped the door hesitantly.

"Come in," her voice made me wince, it was like the nails on chalkboard again.

Harry and I glanced at each other before walking in.

My eyes widened and I cringed as my guesses were correct. The whole room was pink, and the walls were covered with pictures of cats. It was like I just landed in a fairy princess fairytale. Except that a toad known as Umbridge was sitting in her chair glaring at us.

Her eyes narrowed and she took a sip of her pink tea. Could this get any worse?

"Sit, sit," she commanded, as though we were dogs. I fought against the urge to attack her. I hated people who yelled out orders. Apart from when I did it.

We obediently sat down on the chairs, with a pink desk in front of us. For Merlin's sake, more pink.

Harry was sat next to me, looking at the pink desk in astonishment; he was obviously thinking the same thing as me.

"What are we going to be doing today?" Harry asked in a bored tone. She looked at us from her tea.

"Lines. You'll be writing 'I must not tell lies'," she responded, walking over to us and giving us a piece of parchment each.

"Um… there's no ink, Professor," I stated the obvious. She laughed a bone chilling laugh.

"Oh, you won't need ink," she informed, a secretive smile playing at her chapped lips. I glared.

"How many lines do we have to write?" Harry asked, wanting to get it over with.

"Hmm, I don't know." She walked behind me, and bent down so she was talking by my ear. "However much it takes for it to… sink in."

I shared a glance with Harry before shaking my head and began to write.

I wrote the sentence on the parchment, and watched it sink into the paper. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Suddenly, I hissed as I felt a sharp pain on my hand. It was as if someone was cutting it open with a pocket knife.

I looked at my hand, and watched in astonishment as the sentence "I must not tell lies" appeared on the pale skin. It left a red soreness on my whole hand, and it hurt.

I noticed a gasp coming from Harry, and saw him cradling his hand too.

He looked at me, and clenched his jaw as he saw my hand. We both looked up and glared at her in unison, and she simply looked back at us with an innocent smile on her face.

"Problem?" she asked, in a fake sugary sweet tone.

"No," Harry replied in a clipped tone. I couldn't say anything, in fear that if I did I would end up lunging for her.

"Well, now that it has sunk in," she smirked, "you may leave."

We simply nodded and half ran to the door, desperate to get out of that hellhole. We were silent as we went down the hallways until I broke the silence.

"She's crazy!" I shrieked, and my golden blonde curly hair turned into a steaming red.

Harry put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down. I'm not happy about it either," he replied in a tense voice.

"We should tell Dumbledore about this, this is clearly not legal, it's child abuse!" I ranted.

"No, Dumbledore's got a lot on his plate at the moment, and we are not going to make it worse."

I looked at him in disbelief, but he gave me a scowl, and I caved.

"Fine, we won't say anything," I muttered reluctantly.

"Good."

The rest of the walk to the common room was silent, as we were going over what just happened at that mad woman's office.