Okay, hi, here's another chapter. By the way, I noticed that in chapter
one there is no mention of Umbridge giving her little "hem, hem" speech.
Well, when Dumbledore is speaking, I just failed to mention Umbridge's
interruptions, but they're there! I just didn't write them in! it is
implied when it says: "she heard Ron, Harry, and Hermione whispering about
something a few times. . ." Also, I don't own anything in Harry Potter and
don't have anything to do with it! I am just a fanficker! There are a lot
of lines taken right from OotP, but I do not take credit for writing them,
so DON'T SUE ME! Enjoy!
The next day, Crystal awoke with a start.
"You're still asleep?!" Parvati cried. "Class starts in thirty minutes!"
"Thirty minutes?!" Crystal exclaimed. "Oh, goodness sakes! Thanks!" With that, she rushed to get ready. She threw on her white dress shirt and pleated skirt (which she thought was infinitely too long), and slung her robes and vest onto her bed. She quickly fixed her hair into pigtails with two strands of hair left down to dangle in her face, which she tucked behind her ears.
"Alright," she sighed, "I can go to class like this, right? No one will really care, I'm sure." Lavender, who was getting something out of her trunk, turned around to look at Crystal.
"No, you can't go to class like that!" Lavender contradicted. "That's strictly against the dress code. Put on the vest and robe!"
"Oh, I'll do it later." Crystal dismissed. Lavender sighed and left the dormitory.
By the time Crystal was finished getting ready, she had only ten minutes until class started. The first class was potions.
"I certainly can't be late!" Crystal thought as she rushed out of the common room and down the marble staircase with her robe and vest draped over her arm and a backpack on her back. On her way down, she came upon Nearly Headless Nick. "Oh, Sir Nicholas, can you direct me to the dungeons please?" And, with that, he showed her down to the dungeons where she made it to Snape's classroom just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered it.
"Hi, guys!" she greeted as she caught up to them.
"Oh, hi, Crystal." Hermione greeted. "I didn't see you at breakfast."
"Oh, yeah, I slept in by accident--"
"What are you wearing?!" Hermione interrupted, noticing Crystal's attire.
"The. . .school uniform. . .aren't I?" Crystal replied uncertainly.
"You -- it's -- that's not--"
"Crystal!" Draco called, entering the classroom.
"Oh, hi, Draco." Crystal greeted.
"Come and sit with me, you don't want to be throwing yourself in with this lot." he sneered. He took her arm and directed her towards a front table in the middle of the row.
"Oh, but they're very nice." Harry, Ron, and Hermione heard her say as she left them.
Just then, Snape came in and the door slammed behind him. Everything went silent. He swept to the front of the room and gazed at his class. He then started in on a lecture about O.W.L.'s, and what they were going to do in class today (all of which Crystal listened intently to).
". . .you have an hour and a half. . . Start." he said after explaining about the Draught of Peace that they were to make. He walked toward the other side of the room and stopped at Draco and Crystal's table. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Summers."
"Oh, you too, Professor Snape!" she beamed. "How are you?"
"I. . .was fine." he replied, glaring back at Harry. "By the way, why are you dressed like that?"
"L-like what?" Crystal asked uncertainly and a little frightened.
"You must be in perfect dress code at all times, especially in my class, do you understand that?" Snape lectured.
"Y-yes, sir." Crystal stuttered. "I-I'd forgotten and-and I was a little late on waking up this morning and--"
"No excuses." Snape commanded and began to pace around the classroom.
"G-gosh, it was just a simple mistake. . ." Crystal mumbled.
"You'd do best to get on his good side before slacking off." Draco told her.
"I wasn't slacking!" Crystal retorted, pulling the vest over her head. "I don't have to wear this robe, do I?"
"Yes, you do." Draco replied.
Crystal sighed. "Aw, Mandrake. . ." she muttered, slipping the robe on.
After Crystal had made her Draught of Peace (of which she was unsure was absolutely perfect so far) give off a silver vapor, she heard Snape lecturing someone at the back of the room. She turned around. Snape was looming over Harry, Ron, and Hermione's table and lecturing Harry.
"Potter, what is this supposed to be?" Snape asked, getting all the Slytherin's attention.
"The Draught of Peace." Harry replied.
"Tell me, Potter," Snape began softly, "can you read?"
Draco laughed.
"Draco!" Crystal scolded. "Nothing is funny, stop it." She turned around, pretending she was uninterested. After Snape had fully insulted Harry, pointed out that he had made a mistake, and rejected his potion, he told the class to fill a flagon with their potion and leave it on his desk.
"Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday." Snape said.
"Oh, cool, moonstone!" Crystal exclaimed. "Have you ever seen a moonstone, Draco?"
"I don't think so." he replied.
"Oh, they're very pretty, and very useful!" she said. She got up and set her potion on Snape's desk just as he walked up to it. "I hope this is acceptable. I may have been a pinch off on the hellebore, but other than that, I believe it is fairly good."
Snape stood for a moment and then picked up her potion. "Well, let's take a look." He held it up at eye-level and examined it. "Well, from the way it looks, I'd say. . .that this is excellent."
"Really?" Crystal asked.
"Yes, one of the best I've seen in my fifth year students." Snape said. "It's strange because I've heard that Avadagard's school does not have a very good potions program."
"Oh, well, they don't, really." Crystal added. "I read a lot. I want to learn as much as I can."
"That's good." Snape said. "I think," he started, addressing the class, "that everyone can take a lesson from Miss Summers here. She has made an excellent Draught." She blushed as some of the class turned to look at her. Snape looked at Crystal. "You are not required to do the homework, Miss Summers, for this impressive potion."
"Oh, no, I'll be happy to do the homework." she offered. "I like it. And I can't wait to get into this school's library. I'll bet there are tons of interesting books I can look in to write an essay as acceptable as the potion."
Snape nodded, a little perplexed at the eagerness of her. The bell rang and she grabbed her stuff and headed to the door with Draco.
"I think it's best that you sit with your own house at lunchtime." Draco said to her. "I wish it weren't so, but that's the way things are."
"Oh, well, okay." she agreed.
"I have to talk to Professor Snape, so you go ahead." Draco told her. "I'll see you later."
She bid him farewell and headed out of the dungeon towards the Great Hall. She saw Harry quickly walking a ways in front of her.
"Harry!" she called. He stopped and turned around. She hurried to catch up with him. "Hi. Going to the Great Hall?"
"Yes." he replied, sounding slightly weary.
"Cool, I'm going there too." Crystal added. "So, how are you?"
"Fine." he answered indifferently.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about your potion." she offered. "If you ever need any help, you know, I'll be glad to help you."
"Thanks." Harry replied uncaringly. They sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and started their lunch. Crystal looked around the hall.
"Ooh, it's raining." she said. "I like the rain."
Harry didn't say anything, he was still a little angry about Snape. Not too soon after this, Ron and Hermione came into the hall and sat down at the table. Crystal cheerfully greeted them. They and Harry complained about Snape while Crystal just sat eating and not drawing any attention to herself.
"I did think he might be a bit better this year. . ." Hermione said, "I mean. . . you know. . ." she lowered her voice. "Now he's in the Order and everything."
"The what?" Crystal asked, finally chiming in.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron both scolded.
"Oh -- er --" Hermione stuttered, looking for a lie to tell, "the, er, the. . . Er. . ."
"Do you mean the Order of the Phoenix?" Crystal asked. They looked at her confusedly.
"How do you know about the Order?" Harry asked.
"Well, duh, McGonagall is my aunt and she is in the Order." Crystal explained obviously.
"Oh yeah. . ." Ron mumbled.
"So, you guys can totally trust me." she said. "I'm a great secret keeper! You can tell me anything!" They didn't reply. "Why wouldn't you trust me?"
"Well," Hermione hesitated, "you. . .are involved with Malfoy. . ."
"Well, I wouldn't tell him any of this stuff!" Crystal retorted. "If McGonagall trusts me, you should!"
"You know, she has a point, guys." Ron said.
Eventually, they decided to trust her and speak openly around her. She had gotten thoroughly engrossed in a piece of shepherd's pie, when she heard Ron and Hermione arguing. Harry looked very frustrated.
"Oh, shut up, the pair of you!" Harry ordered. "Can't you give it a rest? You're always having a go at each other, it's driving me mad!" and, with that, he got up, grabbed his stuff and stormed off.
"Wow." Crystal mumbled. "He's got quite a temper."
"Yes, we know." Hermione and Ron said simultaneously.
Later, after they'd gone through a class of Divination (which Crystal found fascinating "if only it worked," she said), they'd made their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts and chosen their seats.
Professor Umbridge gave a long introduction to her class and then instructed them to begin reading out of their copies of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. Crystal obeyed and opened her book and began reading intently. There seemed to be some sort of argument going on, but Crystal was determined to stay focused on her book. After all, she was used to yelling. . .
"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" Umbridge simpered. This caught Crystal's attention because she was very staunch in her beliefs that she was not a child.
"Hmm, let's think. . ." Harry began sarcastically, "maybe Lord Voldemort?"
There was a bit of commotion at the sound of the name, but Crystal didn't even flinch.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Umbridge ordered. Crystal sighed and went back to her book.
A few moments later:
"As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie." Umbridge said angrily.
"It is NOT a lie!" Harry retorted. "I saw him, I fought him!"
"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Umbridge commanded.
"P-professor Umbridge?" Crystal hesitated.
"Yes, what is it?" Umbridge asked impatiently. "And who are you?"
"C-Crystal S-Summers, ma'am, and I, er, don't think it's entirely fair for- for you to give Harry detention like that. . ." Crystal stuttered. Hermione sighed in defeat and Ron feared Crystal's fate.
"Oh, you don't, do you, Miss Summers?" Umbridge asked.
"N-no, I. . .agree with Harry. . ." she said.
"Well, then, you can join him in detention." she said. "Tomorrow evening. Five o' clock. My office."
"W-wait! I-I didn't--" Crystal stuttered, "I have a p-perfect record! You -- I--"
"Well, then, it seems about time someone put you into place." Umbridge simpered. Crystal looked as if she were about to cry, and Umbridge looked like she was enjoying it. She went back to her book, her eyes turning red. She noticed that Harry got sent to McGonagall's office, but she dared not move from her spot, determined to stay on her best behavior.
The rest of the day, and all of the next, Crystal stayed on the down- low, feeling guilty that she had ever spoken at all in the class. She was on her way to detention when she ran into McGonagall and spoke with her for a while. Noticing that she might be late for detention, she bid McGonagall farewell and rushed off to Umbridge's office. She got there just as Harry sat down.
"You're late." Umbridge said to Crystal.
"Sorry!" Crystal offered, sitting down next to Harry. "I was talking to Professor McGonagall and then I -- got lost."
Umbridge sighed impatiently. "I want you both to do lines for me." they started to get out their quills. "Oh, no, not with your quills. You're going to be using rather special ones of mine." she handed them both a long, thin black quill with a very sharp point. "I want you, Mr. Potter to write 'I must not tell lies,' and you, Miss Summers, 'I must not disturb the class.'"
"How many times?" Harry asked, faking polite.
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in." Umbridge replied sweetly. "Off you go."
Harry then pointed out what Crystal was thinking:
"You haven't given us any ink."
"Oh, you won't need ink." she replied.
Crystal looked down at her paper and began to write just as Harry did. Harry gasped in pain, and Crystal cried out and dropped the quill. The words they had written were etched into the backs of their hands and the writing on the paper was in their blood.
"Yes?" Umbridge asked.
"Nothing." Harry dismissed, but Crystal stood up.
"The quill -- it --"
"Yes, it does that." Umbridge said obviously.
"But, you see, I-I have sensitive skin and do not want any scars--"
"This is detention, Miss Summers, you will do as you're told." Umbridge ordered.
"I can't afford to lose blood." Crystal explained. "I'm a little anemic. I need all the blood I can get, you see."
"Well, perhaps if you didn't disturb the class, you wouldn't have had to deal with this."
"But -- I can't do this." Crystal said. "I'm not trying to get out of detention, I just can't do this. I could do anything else."
"This is what you'll do." Umbridge said.
"I cannot." Crystal stated. Harry looked up. "Let me do something for Mr. Filch, then, no one seems to like doing that."
Umbridge sighed impatiently. "Fine. Just shut up with your whining and get out of my office. I will inform Mr. Filch that you will be aiding him for as long as I say so."
And Crystal left, rubbing her hand, which was healed, but still hurt. She made her way up to Gryffindor Tower, and up to the girls' dormitories. She sat down on her bed and began to work on her essay for Snape's class.
Alrighty! Done! Hope you liked it! I shall be updating when I can! Huzzah! "I'LL BE BACK!"
The next day, Crystal awoke with a start.
"You're still asleep?!" Parvati cried. "Class starts in thirty minutes!"
"Thirty minutes?!" Crystal exclaimed. "Oh, goodness sakes! Thanks!" With that, she rushed to get ready. She threw on her white dress shirt and pleated skirt (which she thought was infinitely too long), and slung her robes and vest onto her bed. She quickly fixed her hair into pigtails with two strands of hair left down to dangle in her face, which she tucked behind her ears.
"Alright," she sighed, "I can go to class like this, right? No one will really care, I'm sure." Lavender, who was getting something out of her trunk, turned around to look at Crystal.
"No, you can't go to class like that!" Lavender contradicted. "That's strictly against the dress code. Put on the vest and robe!"
"Oh, I'll do it later." Crystal dismissed. Lavender sighed and left the dormitory.
By the time Crystal was finished getting ready, she had only ten minutes until class started. The first class was potions.
"I certainly can't be late!" Crystal thought as she rushed out of the common room and down the marble staircase with her robe and vest draped over her arm and a backpack on her back. On her way down, she came upon Nearly Headless Nick. "Oh, Sir Nicholas, can you direct me to the dungeons please?" And, with that, he showed her down to the dungeons where she made it to Snape's classroom just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered it.
"Hi, guys!" she greeted as she caught up to them.
"Oh, hi, Crystal." Hermione greeted. "I didn't see you at breakfast."
"Oh, yeah, I slept in by accident--"
"What are you wearing?!" Hermione interrupted, noticing Crystal's attire.
"The. . .school uniform. . .aren't I?" Crystal replied uncertainly.
"You -- it's -- that's not--"
"Crystal!" Draco called, entering the classroom.
"Oh, hi, Draco." Crystal greeted.
"Come and sit with me, you don't want to be throwing yourself in with this lot." he sneered. He took her arm and directed her towards a front table in the middle of the row.
"Oh, but they're very nice." Harry, Ron, and Hermione heard her say as she left them.
Just then, Snape came in and the door slammed behind him. Everything went silent. He swept to the front of the room and gazed at his class. He then started in on a lecture about O.W.L.'s, and what they were going to do in class today (all of which Crystal listened intently to).
". . .you have an hour and a half. . . Start." he said after explaining about the Draught of Peace that they were to make. He walked toward the other side of the room and stopped at Draco and Crystal's table. "It's nice to see you again, Miss Summers."
"Oh, you too, Professor Snape!" she beamed. "How are you?"
"I. . .was fine." he replied, glaring back at Harry. "By the way, why are you dressed like that?"
"L-like what?" Crystal asked uncertainly and a little frightened.
"You must be in perfect dress code at all times, especially in my class, do you understand that?" Snape lectured.
"Y-yes, sir." Crystal stuttered. "I-I'd forgotten and-and I was a little late on waking up this morning and--"
"No excuses." Snape commanded and began to pace around the classroom.
"G-gosh, it was just a simple mistake. . ." Crystal mumbled.
"You'd do best to get on his good side before slacking off." Draco told her.
"I wasn't slacking!" Crystal retorted, pulling the vest over her head. "I don't have to wear this robe, do I?"
"Yes, you do." Draco replied.
Crystal sighed. "Aw, Mandrake. . ." she muttered, slipping the robe on.
After Crystal had made her Draught of Peace (of which she was unsure was absolutely perfect so far) give off a silver vapor, she heard Snape lecturing someone at the back of the room. She turned around. Snape was looming over Harry, Ron, and Hermione's table and lecturing Harry.
"Potter, what is this supposed to be?" Snape asked, getting all the Slytherin's attention.
"The Draught of Peace." Harry replied.
"Tell me, Potter," Snape began softly, "can you read?"
Draco laughed.
"Draco!" Crystal scolded. "Nothing is funny, stop it." She turned around, pretending she was uninterested. After Snape had fully insulted Harry, pointed out that he had made a mistake, and rejected his potion, he told the class to fill a flagon with their potion and leave it on his desk.
"Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday." Snape said.
"Oh, cool, moonstone!" Crystal exclaimed. "Have you ever seen a moonstone, Draco?"
"I don't think so." he replied.
"Oh, they're very pretty, and very useful!" she said. She got up and set her potion on Snape's desk just as he walked up to it. "I hope this is acceptable. I may have been a pinch off on the hellebore, but other than that, I believe it is fairly good."
Snape stood for a moment and then picked up her potion. "Well, let's take a look." He held it up at eye-level and examined it. "Well, from the way it looks, I'd say. . .that this is excellent."
"Really?" Crystal asked.
"Yes, one of the best I've seen in my fifth year students." Snape said. "It's strange because I've heard that Avadagard's school does not have a very good potions program."
"Oh, well, they don't, really." Crystal added. "I read a lot. I want to learn as much as I can."
"That's good." Snape said. "I think," he started, addressing the class, "that everyone can take a lesson from Miss Summers here. She has made an excellent Draught." She blushed as some of the class turned to look at her. Snape looked at Crystal. "You are not required to do the homework, Miss Summers, for this impressive potion."
"Oh, no, I'll be happy to do the homework." she offered. "I like it. And I can't wait to get into this school's library. I'll bet there are tons of interesting books I can look in to write an essay as acceptable as the potion."
Snape nodded, a little perplexed at the eagerness of her. The bell rang and she grabbed her stuff and headed to the door with Draco.
"I think it's best that you sit with your own house at lunchtime." Draco said to her. "I wish it weren't so, but that's the way things are."
"Oh, well, okay." she agreed.
"I have to talk to Professor Snape, so you go ahead." Draco told her. "I'll see you later."
She bid him farewell and headed out of the dungeon towards the Great Hall. She saw Harry quickly walking a ways in front of her.
"Harry!" she called. He stopped and turned around. She hurried to catch up with him. "Hi. Going to the Great Hall?"
"Yes." he replied, sounding slightly weary.
"Cool, I'm going there too." Crystal added. "So, how are you?"
"Fine." he answered indifferently.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about your potion." she offered. "If you ever need any help, you know, I'll be glad to help you."
"Thanks." Harry replied uncaringly. They sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and started their lunch. Crystal looked around the hall.
"Ooh, it's raining." she said. "I like the rain."
Harry didn't say anything, he was still a little angry about Snape. Not too soon after this, Ron and Hermione came into the hall and sat down at the table. Crystal cheerfully greeted them. They and Harry complained about Snape while Crystal just sat eating and not drawing any attention to herself.
"I did think he might be a bit better this year. . ." Hermione said, "I mean. . . you know. . ." she lowered her voice. "Now he's in the Order and everything."
"The what?" Crystal asked, finally chiming in.
"Hermione!" Harry and Ron both scolded.
"Oh -- er --" Hermione stuttered, looking for a lie to tell, "the, er, the. . . Er. . ."
"Do you mean the Order of the Phoenix?" Crystal asked. They looked at her confusedly.
"How do you know about the Order?" Harry asked.
"Well, duh, McGonagall is my aunt and she is in the Order." Crystal explained obviously.
"Oh yeah. . ." Ron mumbled.
"So, you guys can totally trust me." she said. "I'm a great secret keeper! You can tell me anything!" They didn't reply. "Why wouldn't you trust me?"
"Well," Hermione hesitated, "you. . .are involved with Malfoy. . ."
"Well, I wouldn't tell him any of this stuff!" Crystal retorted. "If McGonagall trusts me, you should!"
"You know, she has a point, guys." Ron said.
Eventually, they decided to trust her and speak openly around her. She had gotten thoroughly engrossed in a piece of shepherd's pie, when she heard Ron and Hermione arguing. Harry looked very frustrated.
"Oh, shut up, the pair of you!" Harry ordered. "Can't you give it a rest? You're always having a go at each other, it's driving me mad!" and, with that, he got up, grabbed his stuff and stormed off.
"Wow." Crystal mumbled. "He's got quite a temper."
"Yes, we know." Hermione and Ron said simultaneously.
Later, after they'd gone through a class of Divination (which Crystal found fascinating "if only it worked," she said), they'd made their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts and chosen their seats.
Professor Umbridge gave a long introduction to her class and then instructed them to begin reading out of their copies of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. Crystal obeyed and opened her book and began reading intently. There seemed to be some sort of argument going on, but Crystal was determined to stay focused on her book. After all, she was used to yelling. . .
"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" Umbridge simpered. This caught Crystal's attention because she was very staunch in her beliefs that she was not a child.
"Hmm, let's think. . ." Harry began sarcastically, "maybe Lord Voldemort?"
There was a bit of commotion at the sound of the name, but Crystal didn't even flinch.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Umbridge ordered. Crystal sighed and went back to her book.
A few moments later:
"As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie." Umbridge said angrily.
"It is NOT a lie!" Harry retorted. "I saw him, I fought him!"
"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Umbridge commanded.
"P-professor Umbridge?" Crystal hesitated.
"Yes, what is it?" Umbridge asked impatiently. "And who are you?"
"C-Crystal S-Summers, ma'am, and I, er, don't think it's entirely fair for- for you to give Harry detention like that. . ." Crystal stuttered. Hermione sighed in defeat and Ron feared Crystal's fate.
"Oh, you don't, do you, Miss Summers?" Umbridge asked.
"N-no, I. . .agree with Harry. . ." she said.
"Well, then, you can join him in detention." she said. "Tomorrow evening. Five o' clock. My office."
"W-wait! I-I didn't--" Crystal stuttered, "I have a p-perfect record! You -- I--"
"Well, then, it seems about time someone put you into place." Umbridge simpered. Crystal looked as if she were about to cry, and Umbridge looked like she was enjoying it. She went back to her book, her eyes turning red. She noticed that Harry got sent to McGonagall's office, but she dared not move from her spot, determined to stay on her best behavior.
The rest of the day, and all of the next, Crystal stayed on the down- low, feeling guilty that she had ever spoken at all in the class. She was on her way to detention when she ran into McGonagall and spoke with her for a while. Noticing that she might be late for detention, she bid McGonagall farewell and rushed off to Umbridge's office. She got there just as Harry sat down.
"You're late." Umbridge said to Crystal.
"Sorry!" Crystal offered, sitting down next to Harry. "I was talking to Professor McGonagall and then I -- got lost."
Umbridge sighed impatiently. "I want you both to do lines for me." they started to get out their quills. "Oh, no, not with your quills. You're going to be using rather special ones of mine." she handed them both a long, thin black quill with a very sharp point. "I want you, Mr. Potter to write 'I must not tell lies,' and you, Miss Summers, 'I must not disturb the class.'"
"How many times?" Harry asked, faking polite.
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in." Umbridge replied sweetly. "Off you go."
Harry then pointed out what Crystal was thinking:
"You haven't given us any ink."
"Oh, you won't need ink." she replied.
Crystal looked down at her paper and began to write just as Harry did. Harry gasped in pain, and Crystal cried out and dropped the quill. The words they had written were etched into the backs of their hands and the writing on the paper was in their blood.
"Yes?" Umbridge asked.
"Nothing." Harry dismissed, but Crystal stood up.
"The quill -- it --"
"Yes, it does that." Umbridge said obviously.
"But, you see, I-I have sensitive skin and do not want any scars--"
"This is detention, Miss Summers, you will do as you're told." Umbridge ordered.
"I can't afford to lose blood." Crystal explained. "I'm a little anemic. I need all the blood I can get, you see."
"Well, perhaps if you didn't disturb the class, you wouldn't have had to deal with this."
"But -- I can't do this." Crystal said. "I'm not trying to get out of detention, I just can't do this. I could do anything else."
"This is what you'll do." Umbridge said.
"I cannot." Crystal stated. Harry looked up. "Let me do something for Mr. Filch, then, no one seems to like doing that."
Umbridge sighed impatiently. "Fine. Just shut up with your whining and get out of my office. I will inform Mr. Filch that you will be aiding him for as long as I say so."
And Crystal left, rubbing her hand, which was healed, but still hurt. She made her way up to Gryffindor Tower, and up to the girls' dormitories. She sat down on her bed and began to work on her essay for Snape's class.
Alrighty! Done! Hope you liked it! I shall be updating when I can! Huzzah! "I'LL BE BACK!"