Chapter Thirteen- Umbridge is Proven False
The next day starts classes with Toad. I head down to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom to find that it has been decorated with disgusting pink. "Welcome class." Umbridge says in her falsely sweet voice. All I can hear is the shuffling of books.
"Now, we're going to go through my first rule, and that is whenever I say "welcome, or good morning you reply with 'Good Morning, Professor Umbridge,' or 'Yes Professor Umbridge.' Do I make myself clear?" She says, keeping up the guise of fake politeness. "Yes, Professor Umbridge." We all reply. Seeming satisfied, Umbridge says, "Wands away, class."
"How are we supposed to learn without our wands?" I ask. "It is the Ministry's view that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient." Umbridge says, clearly not liking the disruption. "Sufficient for what?" I ask sweetly. "I read all about Patronuses, yet I couldn't conjure one until this year. What if I had met a dementor before then?"
"I will not have this disruption! There is nothing out there!" Umbridge snaps. "Yes, there is. The Ministry just doesn't want to believe it." I say quietly. "DETENTION!" Umbridge snaps. "Really, I expected better from a Malfoy. See me after class." "But I have to get to Muggle Studies after this!" I exclaim. "My office, Ms. Malfoy!" Umbridge snaps.
After the most boring, unless lesson I've ever been to, I walk up to Umbridge's office, which is full of kittens and more pink. Blech. I can't stand it in here already. We are definitely not going to be "very good friends," as Umbridge put it.
"Ah, Ms. Malfoy. Today, I would like you to do some lines for me." Umbridge says when I walk in. "What do I write, and how many times?" I sigh, eager to get this over with. "You will write 'I will not disrupt class.' Fifty times should do. You will use my special quill." Umbridge hands me an elegant black quill.
I start writing on the piece of parchment she provides me, and instantly bite my lip in pain. "What kind of quill is this?" I ask. "No talking." Umbridge says. I write again. "Ahh!" I exclaim, the pain coming from my hand. "What is it?" Umbridge says, pretending to be polite. "I think I get the idea." I say. "Oh, but I think twenty more times will do. I'll take twenty off of the fifty." Umbridge says.
With each line, the pain increases, and blood drips down my hand. Finally, I reach twenty. "Can I go now?" I ask. "Yes. I believe your Muggle Studies class almost finished." Umbridge allows me to leave. I cradle my hand and decide to take a detour to the hospital wing.
"What is it?" Madam Pomfrey asks when I walk in. I show her my hand. "Detention with Umbridge." I say. Madam Pomfrey looks horrified. "What kind of teacher would do something like that?" She asks, wrapping my hand up. "Thank you." I say when she is done, and head to my next class, Potions.
Umbridge: I hate her soooo much, but I couldn't think of a different way she would TOURTURE kids, so here you go.