Ok, it's not my best work. I wish I could do more with it, but pranks have never really been my thing and the online lists of pranks to pull on teachers are very muggle, staplers in Jello and sticky notes under mouses, etc. Anyway, sorry it's so late but I had trouble with it. I'm still not 100% happy but it will take too long for me to be really happy with it so I'm putting it up anyway. Hope you like it. Next chapter on schedule.
Inhospitable
Mid-October, 1995
7th Year
After the school wide petition failed with nary even a fizzle and pop, the twins of Gryffindor decided to take matters into their own hands. They had been looking for volunteers to test their newest Get-Out-of-Class-Free products: gushing Nosebleed Nougats, Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudges, Puking Pastilles with more in development, but Hermione kept trying to thwart them. Instead, they decided to test it on everyone's least favorite ministry foisted teacher in the hopes that if they made life at the school as miserable as possible, she might run screaming .
At first they sidelined the houselves that took Umbridge her daily tea, their skiving ingredients mixed in with the milk. They did this for about a week before she stopped taking milk with her tea. Next, they side lined the elf that took up the tea and mixed their ingredients directly into the tea. This worked for about another week, before Umbridge insisted on separate tea leaves and water so the twins snuck down to the kitchen and found her special tea tin—covered in sickeningly cute kittens, of course—and dumped a vial of fever inducer inside. "Would you care to do thr honors, George?"
"Don't mind if I do, Freddie!" Geroge grinned, taking the tin and shaking it like a maraca, ensuring the powder was fully mixed. They put the tea back on the shelf and made their exit.
After each skive attack, Umbridge had to be put right by the nurse—making both parties unhappy. The fever that gre ever worse with each cuppa was the last straw, she took her tea and she took her china and she took the teapot and she locked them away behind warding so strong the twins couldn't get in—it was, no doubt, her best bit of spell work.
"Well what now, George?"
"Beats me, Fred."
Arms crossed, they stared at the cabinet.