Over the course of the following week Eleanor found herself spending most of her evenings studying and polishing off assignments with Susan while Cynthia and the rest of the Hufflepuff team practised for hours in preparation for the upcoming game against Gryffindor.
When George had spent one afternoon with them they found even he couldn't disagree that Hufflepuff was going to destroy Gryffindor.
"Look, they're my house and I'm still cheering for them but since Fred, Harry and I got taken off the team they're terrible. Well, Ginny's okay and Ron has his moments but the two they have playing as beaters are pretty bad.
That Saturday Eleanor and Susan wished Cynthia luck before heading up into the stands, Eleanor with her camera hanging around her neck for some shots of the game and of the winners after. To say the match had been eventful would be accurate. It lasted only twenty-two minutes but in that time Eleanor had managed to capture one of the Gryffindor beaters hitting a chaser of theirs in the mouth and the other falling backwards off his broom while Ron as the keeper missed over a dozen saves.
"I'd like to cheer and rub it in that we won but that was just. That was painful to watch," Susan said after the game had ended and they were making their way down to find Cynthia.
"Yeah, I'm glad I'm not in Gryffindor right now," Eleanor grimaces.
By Monday morning however the defeat of Gryffindor was quickly replaced with a frenzy when the morning post arrived.
"Since when have you ordered the Quibbler?" Susan laughs when Cynthia pays an owl for the copy.
"I heard there was something in it that would interest me- Oh, oh my god have a look," she says, shoving the copy under their noses.
Harry Potter Speaks out at Last: the truth about He Who Must Not Be Named and the night I saw him return.
"That's-"
"Brilliant," Cynthia finishes, glancing up when she spots Umbridge trotting past on her way to the Gryffindor table where Harry and his friends had dozens of owls in front of them.
"That's probably the responses," Eleanor suggests.
"Yeah. That's not gonna go down well."
Susan was right, within the day it became an expellable offense to be caught with a copy of the Quibbler which only meant that everyone in the school was reading it over the next few weeks whenever Umbridge wasn't looking.
Eleanor even caught a glimpse of a copy peeking out from Malfoy's bag when they were having an impromptu meeting to help him with a transfiguration assignment due later that week.
"I didn't think you'd read something like that," she says softly, looking pointedly at the bag.
"Shut up. Some second year Slytherin handed it to me, I have no interest in reading something printed in The Quibbler."
"Mhmm, whatever you say."
Before Malfoy retorts a woman's scream shatters the silence of the library and a commotion from somewhere down in the Entrance Hall sends the both of them dashing out, haphazardly shoving books back into their bags.
When they reach the top of the steps leading down into the Entrance Hall they find themselves staring at dozens of students who had been eating dinner and Eleanor even spots Harry standing by Snape from the direction of the dungeons.
"What the hell is going on?" She says, not expecting an answer from anyone.
"It's Trelawney," mutters a voice next to her, turning she finds herself face to face with Reggie who grabs her hand, pulling her closer to him, beside her she swears she can hear a snigger.
Sure enough in the centre of all the chaos is a distraught looking Professor Trelawney, two suitcases on the ground beside her. McGonagall was patting her on the back while Umbridge looked on with a sickeningly gleeful look.
"She's been sacked," Reggie supplies from beside her.
"By Umbridge? But I didn't think she could actually, I mean- Dumbledore is still Headmaster."
At that moment the doors from the grounds outside open and Professor Dumbledore himself walks in, within moments he has assured Professor Trelawney that she may stay living at Hogwarts and told off Umbridge.
"And where will the new Divination teacher stay?" She simpers.
"I have already arranged for a new teacher and he will prefer to be lodged on the ground floor so that is not an issue."
Suddenly Eleanor swore she could hear hooves from outside the door and a few moments later, from the mist of outside, a pale haired Centaur steps into the Hall.
"This is Firenze. I think you'll find him suitable."
"A centaur?" Susan asks the next day.
"A centaur, as the new Divination teacher. How did you not know anything about this?"
"I finished dinner early and then went back to the common room to finish some work," She says."Where were you by the way? Reggie came looking for you."
"I was in the library with Malfoy. It's fine though I ran into Reggie on the steps."
"At least Dumbledore was there to ensure Trelawney was okay."
"Yeah. But, Susan what happens if one day he isn't? Is the ministry always going to have so much control over Hogwarts?" Eleanor asks, glancing up towards the dozens of educational decree notices on the Hufflepuff notice board.
"I hope not," she says, "But I mean, it can't get much worse can it? There aren't that many more things she can have power over."