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Chapter 5: Ginny's Just Getting Started…

When Umbridge walked into the Great Hall the next day, she was greeted with snickering and laughs. No one even bothered to be discreet. Umbridge was puzzled. What happened?

What on earth was going on? Funny things were happening all over the place now. Her office was still a wreck (she hadn't managed to drive Peeves out, and the teachers weren't making it much easier, as they preferred to stare and snicker) and now people were laughing at her. Was something stuck in her teeth? No, she hadn't eaten. She hadn't done her hair either. Maybe it was sticking up.

Well, of course, the students were laughing at Umbridge's white hair. But no one was planning to enlighten her. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her…much.

Harry, especially, wasn't planning to tell Umbridge that she looked as if she aged about forty years, considering the fact that she tried to perform the Cruciatus Curse on him two years ago.

Instead, everyone laughed, even Pansy, who was still being favored by Umbridge. Professor McGonagall got out her camera again. Dumbledore didn't appear to have a reaction, but Harry could swear he saw a small smile under that silver beard.

Umbridge did not get to see her new style…until she glanced into the mirror in her classroom while Ginny's class silently took notes on the most basic hexes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ginny smiled to herself. Unfortunately, Umbridge saw. "What are you smiling at, Miss Weasley?"

"N-nothing, Professor Umbridge."

"I saw you smiling, and therefore, you must be lying. Detention tonight, Miss Weasley, at five thirty sharp!"

Ginny grimaced. What an old toad. I suppose she'll make me slice my hand open tonight…no way! That's not fair! Oh, she will regret this, believe me.

Which, dear reader, she did indeed.

Ginny ran off to dinner to bolt down something quickly. Ron looked at her strangely. "Erm, Ginny, are you okay?"

"I've got detention with that toad, Umbridge, in an hour. I hate her!"

Hermione looked at her sympathetically. "We can go down together. At least you only have one day. I've got tonight and tomorrow."

"It still sucks."

"Well, the only way we're getting out of it is if she dies…"

"That's it!"

"GINNY!"

"What?"

"IF SHE DIES?"

"Oh, no…but that's actually not a bad idea."

"Ginny."

"Sorry. But I just thought of something. Listen…"

Umbridge was in her office, trying not to notice her white hair. I still look pretty good otherwise. The bow sets off my hair nicely. Those troublesome girls, Miss Granger and Miss Weasley, should be here in a few minutes. She walked over to the door and grabbed the doorknob to get something quick to eat. However, she found that she could not push open the door. Umbridge was locked inside her office.

Outside the office, Ron and Ginny were silently wheezing with laughter.

"Ron, should we put another chair there, just in case?"

"Yeah, okay, she will break it open at some point. Best leave her in there as long as possible; maybe a week or two?."

A pile of chairs, a couple desks, and a bureau from the classroom next to Umbridge's office now stood in front of her door, preventing anyone from leaving the office, namely Umbridge. Hermione had consented to performing a tricky little charm to lock the door, and had used the Locomotor charm to move the furniture in front of the office.

Umbridge banged on her door in desperation. How long am I going to be stuck here? At this point, her office had been cleared up, but she had forgotten one thing: Peeves. Being locked in a room with Peeves is not a good thing, reader. And if Peeves realizes that you are in a predicament, he will make things a lot worse, which he did. He crept behind the desk, grabbed an inkbottle, and emptied the contents onto Umbridge's head.

"AAAAAARRRRGH!"

Professor Sprout had come by to see what trouble there was. Upon hearing Umbridge's screams, she chuckled softly and waddled back to her plants, winking at Ginny, who smiled back.

Umbridge was stuck there all night and all of the next day and into the night as well. Professor McGonagall was not feeling very well disposed to her and didn't let her out; neither did Professor Sprout. Actually, Slughorn, by some miracle, was feeling sympathetic and used the Locomotor charm to move all the furniture away and unlocked her door. Peeves had swooped out the window and was not causing any more havoc in there.

(You are probably wondering how she survived in there, well, by hiding in her bathroom, as Peeves would not go in there, as much as he despised her, and making her own food. She still had her wand, didn't she? But she wouldn't be able to move furniture away from her door when she was on the other side)

A/N: Like with "No Magic Allowed", I'm writing most of this during my five-day weekend, because I'm cool like that, and I'm staggering the posting. I can't post at home on this computer (as I have said countless times) because I'm not connected to the Internet at home (on this computer), but I am in other places. Anyone think someone should steal Umbridge's wand, or her cardigan? Tell me, please. Thank you! I know you all hate Americanisms, but I AM NOT BRITISH! DEAL! Sorry about that. But I really don't know that stuff.