Harry, Ron and Hermione made there way up the marble staircase after potions. Hermione was trying to force a discussion about a test they had just taken on concoctions that used powdered unicorn horn.
"Did you get question 14 b? Compare and contrast the differences of a Love potion and a Friendship potion? Well it was obvious right? And Isn't Friendship a lighter pink? I thought I could have been more detailed on 18, how to recognize if someone is under influence of the calming dro...."
Harry tried to block this out quite sure he had not put even half the signs of calming drought and was feeling slightly sick at the thought of Snapes face if he handed back an exam with a big T for troll on it.
"Her-my-own-ee! We would rather not relive the gory details!" Ron explained exasperated. Harry nodded heartily in agreement.
"Yeah your making me feel sick! Do you really want me to spend a valuable lesson where I could be learning at the hospital wing?"
"You wont be missing much, in fact I think I can predict exactly what Umbridges lesson is going to be." said Hermione darkly. Harry groaned as the entered the corridor her classroom was located in.
"What are you doing for class? You already practically memorized the whole book." Harry asked.
"She's making me read it again. Apparently it didn't 'sink in'."
"Just do what me and Harry do," chipped in Ron, "stare at the same place in the page while thinking of ways to get rid of the old hag." Uncharacteristically Hermione looked thoughtful at the suggestion of disrespecting a teacher. Then again it was no secret what she thought of Professor Umbridge and her attempts at putting Hogwarts under ministry control. Harry heaved a sigh as he felt the recently everpresant dull throb of his scar.
"Today I'll be thinking about our other favorite professor. I have another occlumency lesson tonight." Ron gave harry a look of pure pity. Hermione looked concerned.
"Have you been practicing? Does your scar hurt that often anymore?"
Harry shrugged. He knew the answer to both those questions would lead to a long and circular discussion that he didn't want to have right now.
"Did you get question 14 b? Compare and contrast the differences of a Love potion and a Friendship potion? Well it was obvious right? And Isn't Friendship a lighter pink? I thought I could have been more detailed on 18, how to recognize if someone is under influence of the calming dro...."
Harry tried to block this out quite sure he had not put even half the signs of calming drought and was feeling slightly sick at the thought of Snapes face if he handed back an exam with a big T for troll on it.
"Her-my-own-ee! We would rather not relive the gory details!" Ron explained exasperated. Harry nodded heartily in agreement.
"Yeah your making me feel sick! Do you really want me to spend a valuable lesson where I could be learning at the hospital wing?"
"You wont be missing much, in fact I think I can predict exactly what Umbridges lesson is going to be." said Hermione darkly. Harry groaned as the entered the corridor her classroom was located in.
"What are you doing for class? You already practically memorized the whole book." Harry asked.
"She's making me read it again. Apparently it didn't 'sink in'."
"Just do what me and Harry do," chipped in Ron, "stare at the same place in the page while thinking of ways to get rid of the old hag." Uncharacteristically Hermione looked thoughtful at the suggestion of disrespecting a teacher. Then again it was no secret what she thought of Professor Umbridge and her attempts at putting Hogwarts under ministry control. Harry heaved a sigh as he felt the recently everpresant dull throb of his scar.
"Today I'll be thinking about our other favorite professor. I have another occlumency lesson tonight." Ron gave harry a look of pure pity. Hermione looked concerned.
"Have you been practicing? Does your scar hurt that often anymore?"
Harry shrugged. He knew the answer to both those questions would lead to a long and circular discussion that he didn't want to have right now.