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CHAPTER 27
'Cecilia!' Someone shouted as I walked down the corridor towards Defence Against the Dark Arts. I was walking together with Aurora, the two of us having just come from Studies of Ancient Runes. We'd be meeting the rest of the Ravenclaw sixth years at Umbridge's classroom, as well as the Hufflepuff sixth years. We were discussing the French assignments Aurora had given me last week. I took her lessons very seriously, diligently doing the homework she set for me. She was just happy to share what she had learned.
The voice shouted my name again and I looked behind me to see Stacy wave at me as she made her way through the student body. I halted in my step, Aurora stopping next to me, to allow my younger cousin to catch up with me. 'Hey!' She said, out of breath from the effort of trying to get somewhere quick in peak Hogwarts corridor traffic. 'Hello Stacy.' I said pleasantly.
'Remember you saying Friday that we should have dinner together?' She asked and I nodded. 'How about tonight?' She suggested and I was about to agree when I remembered my appointment with Umbridge. I groaned. 'I have detention tonight.' I clarified. I felt my face heat up as Aurora laughed. Stacy looked surprised. 'Really?' She asked and it looked like she was about to ask questions when I interrupted her thoughts. 'How about lunch instead?' I countered. 'Yeah alright!' She said. I wanted to bid her goodbye, I'd see her at lunch after all, and get to my class, but Stacy didn't seem to be done with me yet.
'That friend of yours, Mathilda Goodfellow is it? She often has lunch at the Slytherin table.' She stated. I nodded. 'Yes, she does. She sits with her boyfriend sometimes. He's in Slytherin.' I explained. 'Yeah, I know, Adrian Pucey. He's a chaser on the quidditch team.' She said however. I furrowed my brow slightly. I didn't see where this was going. 'Why don't you invite her too?' Stacy said. I frowned at her but slowly nodded. 'Okay, I will.' I said. 'I'll see you then!' Stacy beamed at me, a bright smile on her face and her blonde ponytail bounced off her shoulders as she turned on her heels and she bounded down the hallway again. Taking a last look at her, Aurora and I both turned back to where we were originally headed. '"Invite her too?"'' Aurora commented and I frowned. 'She thinks you're going to join her at the Slytherin table?' She asked and I shrugged. 'I have no idea. Honestly, I assumed she'd sit with us at Ravenclaw, but perhaps she assumed differently.' I said. 'Perhaps.' She allowed.
We arrived at Defence Against the Dark Arts and I sat next to Mathilda, Aurora sitting next to Hufflepuff chaser Heidi Macavoy. I looked over to where Felix was sitting, next to Heidi's best friend and usual table partner Thora Marple. Felix was drumming a fast rhythm on the edge of the table, smiling amiably at whatever story Thora was telling him.
I thought it was going to be an awkward lesson with Umbridge, as I anticipated her mentioning my detention with her that evening, but it turned out that she didn't acknowledge it at all. We were sentenced to reading our textbooks as usual and afterwards she dismissed us with a boring essay on the chapters we had read. I was putting my inkpot and quill in my bag just as Felix appeared before me. 'This class is not getting any less dull, is it?' He whispered, as Umbridge was still in the room. I nodded, eyeing the off-puttingly pink professor. 'It doesn't seem like she is going to surprise us with a sudden personality change.' I agreed quietly.
We were both startled when Thora jumped onto her boyfriend's back. 'Merlin Thora, give me some warning first, alright?' He huffed, groaning as she had her arms around his neck, smacking a kiss onto his cheek before letting go of him. 'Let's go to the library with Peter and Heidi.' She said to him. 'I still need to finish my Potions research.' She said with a cutesy pout. 'Sorry, Peter and I were going to go play music. Defence Against the Dark Arts is my only class today so I really want to get some practice in.' He told her. 'Have fun.' I interjected quickly by means of goodbye. The both of them shot me a grin and a wave as I ran out of the class. I still had Arithmancy before lunch.
Mathilda, Aurora and I didn't pay a lot of attention to Professor Vector during Arithmancy, doodling as we did silly Arithmancy predictions on parchment, sitting in the back of the class. 'Adrian and I don't share any numbers!' Mathilda complained, looking up from her numbers chart. 'You don't have to.' I told her. 'What do your calculations say?' I asked, looking over her shoulder to see what she had written down. 'You made a mistake there.' I pointed out, scratching out some of her work with my quill. 'Oh thanks.' Mathilda murmured. She added up the numbers once again. She groaned. 'We still don't share any numbers.' She said. I pulled the parchment out of her fingers and looked at what she had written down. 'It's nothing so bad, Tilda. I mean, you and Adrian's heart numbers add up to an 8 which gives the possibility of great success.' I explained. 'Or it could lead to the depths of failure.' Mathilda said in addition. I shrugged, not denying it.
'Well, that's one thing but Robin and I do a share a number but it's our personality and social number.' Aurora said. 'Rory, your angsty non-worries mean nothing! It doesn't take away from the fact that your Beauxbatons boyfriend is absolutely head over heels for you.' Mathilda moaned to her. Aurora was not deterred. 'He graduated actually.' She argued. 'Stop bragging.' Mathilda countered. 'Don't worry Aurora, your personality numbers actually make a 9 together. You complete each other.' I said. Aurora grinned at me. 'You're really good at Arithmancy, you know.' She said to me. I grinned back at her. 'We all have our talents.' I said back. 'How about you and Fred?' Mathilda asked and I shrugged, pretending to not have already checked for myself ages ago.
'Not much.' I admitted solemnly. 'Our personality numbers add up to 1 respectively, the most solitary of numbers.' I said with a chuckle, if only to hide the self-pity I sported. 'But your heart numbers make a 6!' Aurora argued. 'Balance, harmony, that's all good, isn't it?' I snorted. 'You left out friendship and family.' I said. 'The best I can hope for is friends with benefits. Not much difference from what's happening now.' I said. Mathilda grabbed my hand under the table but didn't show compassion in her words as she sighed annoyed. 'Adrian's 9 won't fit in anywhere with mine.' She grumbled. 'Adrian's a 9? Aidan is too.' I said. 'Maybe I have a type.' She joked.
After class we walked down from the seventh floor for lunch. 'Oh Mathilda, I'm going to have lunch at the Slytherin table with my cousin Stacy. She asked if you wanted to come as well.' I said. Mathilda frowned. 'Why?' She replied and I shrugged. 'I guess she noticed that you sat there sometimes anyway.' I answered her. Mathilda didn't respond and when I looked at her sideways I saw that she had a thoughtful look on her face.
When we entered the Great Hall the two of us said goodbye to Aurora, who joined Marietta and Cho at the Ravenclaw table. I looked over to the Slytherin table and saw Stacy jump up from her place between her friends. 'Stacy!' I called out as she stalked my way. 'Cecilia, Mathilda.' She greeted us. 'Stacy, right?' Mathilda greeted her back. 'We met at Cecilia's birthday this summer.' Stacy confirmed formally. Before Mathilda could say more, Adrian had waved her over from down the table. 'Let's sit with Adrian.' She said, not waiting for an answer as she charged forward. I rolled my eyes, patted Stacy's shoulder but then followed after, my cousin in tow.
Adrian and Mathilda were immediately locked into an embarrassingly passionate snog. Stacy was blushing, tentatively sitting down next to me as I sat opposite Mathilda, next to Warrington. We greeted each other but he was in conversation with Terrence Higgs so after politely asking me how I was, he turned back to Higgs, completely ignoring his best friend and my best friend. 'Welcome to my daily struggles.' I whispered to Stacy.
'You said you had detention this evening.' Stacy murmured to me. I put my face in my hands with a whimper. 'Umbridge caught me passing a friend of mine a note in her class.' I confessed. 'Detention for that? That's a bit harsh.' Stacy judged the situation. 'I agree, but what am I to do?' I shrugged, taking a bread roll from the pile in front of me. 'Have you ever had detention before?' Asked Stacy. I nodded. 'Just the once.' I answered.
It was back in second year, when Mathilda had set my desk on fire in her attempts to turn the rabbit assigned to me into a pair of slippers. The poor animal had been able to jump off in time and Professor McGonagall had put it out about two seconds after it was lit, leaving me drenched with water. Before Mathilda or I could say anything McGonagall had sentenced me to detention that Saturday. I was angry at Mathilda for a week after for not telling the professor that it hadn't been my fault.
I wondered what Umbridge was going to make me do in detention. McGonagall had left me in the care of Madam Pince, the librarian, who made me re-alphabetize the whole transfiguration section in punishment, but knowing our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor I figured that she had something much more sinister in mind.
'This is only your second detention in more than five years!?' Stacy called out. 'I've had three already and I've been here for less than a month.' She said and I laughed. 'Three!?' I exclaimed. 'Do Aunt Odetta and Uncle Irving know?' I followed up. 'Mum and dad do not know, although Professor Snape told me he'd owl them if I got into any more trouble.' She told me. 'What did you do?' I asked. Stacy took a triumphant bite of her carrot cake. 'I pushed over some Gryffindor's cauldron in class and I told a Hufflepuff in Herbology that aconite roots were actually really tasty.' She said. I was shocked. 'Aconite is highly toxic!' I hissed at her. Stacy seemed unaware of my upset and chuckled. 'Yeah, Sprout had to levitate him to the Hospital Wing after he got poisoned. I got two detentions for that one.' She told me.
I didn't know what to say to her. I looked at the eleven year old sitting next to me, looking at her girly blonde ponytail and her big bright eyes. How could a dainty little thing like her pull off something so dangerously mean and then laugh about it afterwards? 'You don't think you should be a bit more ashamed of yourself for that? I'm sure your parents wouldn't approve.' I said carefully. Stacy immediately took on a more sorrowful expression but the speed with which she pulled it off just made it seem mocking. 'Nothing happened to him anyway. I knew they'd be able to get him to the hospital wing right away.' She defended herself. Her eyes shot to the older Slytherins we were sitting with. And suddenly I understood.
The reason that Stacy had asked me to take Mathilda with me as we sat at the Slytherin table became clear to me in an instant as I saw her gaze go past me to Warrington, her pupils shooting back and forth between him and Adrian. She knew that I wasn't close enough to Mathilda's Slytherin friends to sit with them without my best friend so she asked me to invite Mathilda to ensure us sitting with the Slytherin quidditch players. Stacy was not trying to catch up with me, her well-meaning cousin in another House; she was trying to get in contact with cooler, older students from her own House. She was trying to look cool.
That afternoon in Potions class we got back the essays that we had handed in last class. Aurora got hers back before me and I glanced over to see that she had gotten an O. And although I know an E is still an accomplished grade, I couldn't help being a little disappointed over it when I saw my own essay. Aurora didn't say anything about it, just offered me an apologetic smile, before we put it aside and started on the instructions Professor Snape had put on the blackboard for us to follow.
It was only a small class. From Ravenclaw it was Aurora and myself as well as Eddie Carmichael, the single contributor from Hufflepuff was Jeremy Stretton and from Slytherin Flora and Hestia Carrow and Miles Bletchley. No one from Gryffindor was in the sixth year Potions class. We worked silently, only the bubbling of our potions disturbed the quiet of the classroom. I concentrated on cutting and crushing the wormwood on my cutting board but it wasn't long before my mind drifted to the Exceeds Expectations that was scrawled on top of my essay. What could I possibly have done wrong? Aurora and I had worked on our potions together.
After I had added the wormwood to the boiling broth I ducked down to get the essay out of my bag. I ran over my writings, alongside my Potions logbook but I couldn't find any inconsistencies and after also realizing that there was no red ink anywhere on my essay but the grade at the top, I concluded that it must've been the execution of the potion. 'I'm just going to get some more Snargaluffs from the ingredients cabinet.' I muttered to Aurora as I got up but she didn't let on to hearing me as she carefully measured out her own ingredients.
In the supply closet I drew open the drawer with the sixth year potions and after a quick browse I found my own vial, carefully labelled with my handwriting. I pulled out Aurora's as well and held them side by side, trying to spot the difference. After some close scrutiny I had to admit that however miniscule the difference might be, her Draught of the Living Dead was slightly clearer, mine having a little bit of a milky quality in comparison, although it was a difference that was almost negligible. But Professor Snape was nothing if not a perfectionist.
Back at my table, after checking on my potion, I flicked through the pages of the textbook, back to Draught of the Living Dead, reading through the ingredients and the instructions. The only things that could've cloudied up the potion like it had done in mine were perhaps pond weed and calendula but I had administered exactly that which the book suggested. I was confused.
When class finished Aurora yawned. 'It's only Monday and I'm already looking forward to the weekend she said. 'What back luck that you still have your detention now.' She added. 'I'll see you afterwards.' I told her. 'I'm just going to talk to Professor Snape first.' I said. She hoisted her bag over her shoulder. 'Good luck with both.' I waited till everyone had left before approaching the intimidating potioneer.
'Professor Snape?' I asked carefully. 'Could you perhaps explain my mistakes in the Draught of the Living Dead?' I took out my Potions log. 'I'm sure that I added enough of the pond weed and I checked my stock but the calendula was plucked at dawn as the instructions demand.' I said, looking over my notes. Snape put his quill down, taking my logbook from me. 'The calendula you used, where was it plucked?' He asked in his usual icy drawl. I scratched my cheek. 'I'd have to check but I got it from a standard apothecary down the street from my house. I thought most students got their potions ingredients from Slug and Jiggers'.' I told him.
'You're a N.E.W.T.'s student now, Ms Wiggleswade, Slug and Jiggers Apothecary is not going to make you last the year.' Snape said snidely, handing the logbook back. I nodded solemnly. 'Forgive me, I didn't know.' I said apologetically. 'On the north end of Diagon Alley there is another apothecary that will be much more suited to a more advanced curriculum, rather than the simple house, garden and kitchen brewing you've grown accustomed to over your first five years of schooling.' Snape told me and I asked to borrow his quill so I could scribble it down in my notes.
'Make sure to owl them for new ingredients, in the meantime I will allow you to make use of my personal ingredients cabinet.' The professor said, standing up from his chair and leading me to the wooden door in the wall, tapping the handle with his wand and opening it. The cupboard was spacious and the shelves were filled to the brim with pots and bottles. Snape walked further into the small room and stopped to climb up a stepladder, picking a glass jar off the top shelf. It was labelled as the following:
Marigold (calendula maritima)
Plucked at 5:18, 19-09-1995, Sicily
'Take out a vial.' Snape instructed and I hurriedly reached into my bag and took out a vial, unstopping the cork. He unscrewed the lid and took out two single leafs off the yellow flower, dropping them into my vial. I put the cork back in, gently putting the vial into my bag.
'Thank you professor, I'll make a new batch as soon as I can.' I said as we exited the cupboard. He tapped the door handle again as he closed the door. 'You should know that I never go back on my grades. I encourage you to practise for your own merit, but it will not affect your existing grade.' He said. My face fell. There went my hopes for an Outstanding.
'However,-' Professor Snape continued '-I would like to share my opinion that I think the potion would have been flawless if it hadn't been for the subpar calendula.' He said. I nodded appreciatively. It wasn't all bad. Rounded up, my average was still an Outstanding.
I hurried from the dungeons to Umbridge's classroom on the third floor. When I knocked on the door there was a silence that I hoped wouldn't end before her sugary voice allowed me to come in. The classroom didn't look different than it did during normal classes although it felt unsettling to be there by myself now. Or not entirely as Umbridge was sitting beside her own desk, a grant smile on her face. Her smile gave me goose bumps.
'Miss Wiggleswade, if you could sit down at the desk I prepared.' Professor Umbridge said. I looked at a desk in the middle of the room and saw there were a few sheets of parchment laying on it and a single quill. I sat down and looked around for the ink. 'I want you to write I shall not distract my peers in class one hundred and fifty times please.' Umbridge said and I looked up. 'If I could have some ink?' I requested politely and a worrying smirk overtook her face. 'You don't need ink for this particular quill.' She only said and I frowned slightly, picking up the quill.
I looked at the parchment and with a sigh put the quill to it. I didn't come further than I shall before a stinging feeling pained the top of my hand. I almost dropped the quill in shock and looked at my hand to see that the skin was red and irritated. It hurt. I looked around the desk for a second. Maybe a weird bug had sunken its teeth in my hand, however how unlikely it seemed. I couldn't find any kind of bug though and after a few more seconds I gave up and continued writing.
This time I was sure I wasn't crazy. I rubbed my hand vigorously and realized that there was an outline to the redness on my hand. I shall not dis- it read very vaguely. I looked at the parchment and saw that exact text spelled out in red ink. Or was it not ink? I inspected the parchment once more and with a jolt realized that it was blood. And not any blood, it was my own!
'Is there a problem, sweetie?' Professor Umbridge asked, her tone nothing short of sickingly sweet, daring me to say something. I looked up at her, holding up the parchment. 'I do not mean to act up but corporal punishment has been outlawed by the ministry since 1987. It's in the statute of Pompelmeister. I could pull it out of the library right now if you'd like.' I said. I found that sticking to the facts was the best way, always.
Umbridge's eyes narrowed however. 'You're in detention, miss Wiggleswade, I don't think I need to remind you of that. You'd do good for yourself to behave.' She purred and I almost made a face. 'I think I'm going to go and get a copy of the Pompelmeister statute right now.' I said as I slowly stood up, my face getting red but at the same time not willing to go on with this. First I get my first detention since second year and my second detention ever and then I'm suddenly skipping out on that very detention?
'You will do nothing of the sorts. You'll sit right down and finish your lines.' Umbridge said, standing up herself, putting the palms of her hands flat on the table. She was so short however that she almost had to have her arms in a horizontal position to reach her desktop.
I took a step away from the desk and then another. 'I'll be right back, honestly professor.' I said and an idea struck me. 'You know what, professor McGonagall's office is closer to here than the library and I'm sure that she has a copy as well; she has a lot of books on law and education.' I said. 'If I just explain the situation to her, she'll surely lend it to me for a moment.' I added and professor Umbridge was looking at me calculatingly. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. I must be mad to put myself in a power struggle with the mad witch in front of me.
'Miss Wiggleswade, I've decided to let you go early because of your clean record up till now. I'll trust in you that this will never happen again.' She said after a moment. She smiled at me, a smile that was venomous enough to make me drop dead and I felt like I could any moment.
'Yes.' I said, almost out of breath when I found the courage to finally open my mouth again. 'Yes, of course professor.' I added. I quickly turned on my heels, running out of the classroom at top speed. It was too late when I realized I had left my bag in there. It was only some quills and ink and my potions book anyway. I could get them back some other moment.
I was standing a couple of corridors away, leaning against the wall, just trying to calm my frenzied heartbeat. I couldn't remember a single time I had acted more like my mother. The way I had handled that situation had Wendela Wiggleswade written all over it. Would she be proud if she knew about how I behaved? Or would she be embarrassed by her only daughter? I knew how badly she handled embarrassment, especially by her children. Aidan spent many hours of his life locked up in his room because mum thought he had humiliated her at some work function or in front of her parents. I genuinely didn't know how she'd react (worst case she'd even write about it for the Daily Prophet and I didn't want to be a headline at all) and was debating whether or not I should tell anyone, let alone mum.
I was lucky to have gotten out of that situation myself. I knew I couldn't tell Aidan. He would, although agreeing with my response to the situation (he'd be proud for sure and that made me smile at least) not sit still until everyone else knew as well. He'd be in a rage if he knew about professor Umbridge's form of detention. But I didn't want that kind of attention. I wasn't a freedom fighter.
Mum I couldn't be sure about but dad I was sure would react how I'd want him to. Calm and collected and compassionate to how I was feeling. His first instinct would not be to write an angry letter to the ministry or storm the school in outrage. His first priority would be me. How I'd feel about the situation and how I'd like to proceed. But I couldn't tell dad because mum and dad shared everything. If dad knew, mum would know too.
Who more was there. Mathilda would be angry and would insist on doing something about it. Aurora wouldn't know what to do so I didn't really want to burden her with it. Felix? Should I tell Felix? I didn't want to make him worry either. He was so soft hearted; how could I ever think of trying to change that in any way? Besides, he was already feeling guilty about getting me into detention. How would he feel if he knew what that detention detailed?
I started to slowly walk back towards the Ravenclaw tower but decided to make a detour by the library. Some alone time, huddled in my corner with books to keep me company was exactly what I needed right now. Before I got to the library however I was pulled in an alcove. I suppressed a scream just in time to not look like an idiot but my still frizzled nerves were once again put on edge. 'Fred!?' I hissed in disbelief.
It were indeed Fred and George Weasley before me, wearing two identical grins on their faces. 'Scared you, did we?' George quipped airily. My heart calmed down a little. After the intense mood I was in before, this seemed to be an appropriate level of silly matter. 'What is it?' I asked and Fred and George shot each other a look. 'Do we need a reason to drag a pretty girl into a dark alcove?' Asked Fred and my face reddened. He could be a real prick I decided. He was only saying these things because he knew I liked him and they'd embarrass me.
'You don't actually have to be so obnoxious.' I said angrily. I didn't know where I got the guts from out of nowhere but I was still on a buzz from my confrontation with Umbridge and telling Fred that I really didn't enjoy having my crush made fun of suddenly didn't seem like the biggest deal in the world.
Fred and George both just laughed however. 'Merlin, what's the matter with you all of a sudden?' George asked and my face might have flushed a little more. 'Nothing. I just came out of detention with Umbridge.' I said and both their expressions darkened. 'Oh, I'm sorry.' Fred said. 'What did she make you write?' He asked and I raised my eyebrows. 'You know about that?' I asked in surprise. 'Yeah, we've had our share of detentions already and half of Gryffindor has been in detention with her as well.' George said. 'And none of you thought this was absolutely ridiculous?' I implored further. 'To put it mildly!' Fred said. 'Then why does no one say anything?' I asked incredulously (despite the fact that I had a moment before decided not to say anything either). 'Because then that hag wins.' George said and that made me frown. 'Win? This isn't a competition! She's purposely hurting students.' I seethed.
'I told her I wouldn't do it.' I added. Fred and George looked surprised at that. 'You did? That doesn't sound like you.' Fred said. 'And it doesn't sound like the Toad to let that slide either.' George continued. I shrugged. 'I don't know what came over me. I didn't even finish the first line and I just decided that this was inhumane and that by participating in it I'd somehow comply to it. I didn't want that so I told her I'd find the law book in the library that describes the complete banishment of corporal punishment and I might have subtly threatened to tell professor McGonagall also. She let me off detention after that.' I said and the twins laughed. 'Good on you!' Fred said. I smiled at his compliment, feeling a bit drowsy at the warm feeling spreading through my chest.
'Anyway, that's not why we pulled you in here.' George said. 'We need someone from Ravenclaw to help us with setting up sales in the Ravenclaw common room.' He said. I frowned. 'Sales?' I asked dumbly. 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!' Fred exclaimed. 'We have been working from common areas in the school until now on but the likes of Umbridge have been cracking down on our business so we figured that working in the more private student quarters would be good.' He told me and I couldn't help but agree with him. 'That sounds right.' I gave in.
'So you'll help us?' George asked and I held up my hands, waving them about. 'No, no, I'd much rather not!' I replied. 'Oh come on, do us a favour.' Fred whined. He stepped forward slightly, putting his hand on my shoulder and although his touch elicited an electric current going through my whole body as it always did, I was insistent on keeping myself out of it.
'I'm much too busy as it already.' I used as an excuse although that was hardly the reason I didn't want to be involved. George groaned. 'You said she'd be in.' He complained to his brother, pushing Fred in the arm. Fred dropped his hand from my shoulder, turning to his twin. 'She usually does what I ask her.' He defended himself, causing me to blush. 'You're simply not as charming as you think you are, dear brother.' George said. 'You can't keep up with me.' He added. Fred laughed. 'Remember to look both ways before you piss off.' He told him.
'Well, alright, don't worry about it, we'll find another way.' Fred said to me when the twins had finished shoving each other around a bit. 'I bet you will.' I answered. I looked after them as they walked off down the corridor and I could hear them bickering until they were well out of sight. I sighed.
I went my way to the library. I would read, not homework, just a couple of hours away from the world so I could calm down, get my story straight. I wasn't going to tell my friends about the detention. They'd needlessly worry. I would never get into detention again anyway and there was nothing they could do.
In the library I grabbed a novel without looking, went to a corner by the window and nestled myself into a big leather chair. Just a couple of hours. Then I'd return to life.
Reviews please!
A lot of different things going on in this chapter so I'm not sure about how I managed to piece it all together. I stared at it too long anyway so I can't tell whether I succeeded or not. Positive and negative feedback is both welcome on the subject!
I have a couple of very busy weeks ahead so we'll see when the next chapter will be here but I actually have a lot of the writing for the coming chapters done already so perhaps it will be sooner than I can now foresee. Have a good rest of the weekend :)