Pink. It was pink. Mother loving pink. It wasn't just any pink. Eddy could deal with "just any pink". It was putrid, puke, brownish, doily, grandmother pink.
Snape was black.
McGonagall was green.
Umbridge was pink.
Professor Dolores Umbridge had introduced herself that morning at breakfast with a "hem hem" and a bright pink bow. Snape spent most of the morning glaring at the new teacher for taking "his" job. McGonagall looked like she was going to stab Umbridge with her spoon every time she opened her mouth. "Does that woman ever shut up?" was her only comment through gritted teeth. Eddy barely heard her, though. She was still trying to get over the pink.
"Miss King, is it?" the pink woman approached Eddy at the end of breakfast.
"Yes, Professor?" Eddy almost choked on the fake artificial sugar in her voice.
"You're the daughter of that runaway auror, correct?" This time Eddy did choke.
"Excusez-moi?" all traces of sugar left from her voice.
"So, I am right?"the pink woman smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Didn't most teachers try and get along with the staff?
"He didn't abandon the aurors … he – he fell in love …" Eddy clenched her fists. 100, 99, don't hex the pink bitch, 98 … the calming process worked to an extent.
"Hmm …" 80, 89 … Umbridge pretended to mull the though over for a minute, "the way I understand it, she kicked him out when he ran out of money?" One of Eddy's hands clenched, nails drawing blood on her palm. The other reached for her wand.
"We – we needed more money, so he decided t-to go back to work and ... and they accepted him back," Eddy's throat felt dry. Odette and Edward Kind never had the most normal relationship, but … "She didn't want him to leave …" Eddy's nails dug in deeper. 45, 44 …
Umbridge laughed humorlessly, "Well, my dear, you really are as naïve as they say then." With that the pink thing turned on her heel and stalked away.
"What the hell is her problem?" Eddy muttered. Slowly but surely her nails released their grip. The damage to her palm was minimal, but it wasn't healthy. "Stupid fucking pink bitch, thinks she knows everything … the world isn't made of fucking pink … Ca salope … putain de salopard … emallement auror mon conasse … putain chose rose … salope rose … je la deteste ! Nigh sah mere … pauvre naze, gros con …" Eddies feet carried her mindlessly through the castle.
"Miss King?" Great. Just great. Already on edge, Eddy's senses went into hyper alert.
"Professor, I'm – I'm sorry, but I'm really … really not in the mood."
"In 'the mood' or not, Miss King, you are late." If Eddy hadn't been so pissed she would have laughed at the slight innuendo. Eddy puffed her cheeks up with air and let it out. Snape had already turned around with a flurry of black robes and was stalking back down toward the dungeons.
What in the world had Severus done to this girl to make her shake like a Chihuahua around him? Édith King had always been a little nervous, but around others she tried to carry herself with the confidence and –not so much grace, but a great attempt– that her house entitled to her … now … no she could barely hold the spoon.
"Done, professor," Édith's voice dragged his attention from lesson plans. The potions were the exact color they should be, and he could here little fizzles and pops from the corked bottles. King had begun to busy herself with cleaning.
"You can start on some dreamless sleep potions, now." She shook even more at the sound of his voice. Severus was aware he was intimidating but this … this was just ridiculous.
A/N: Um, so, another filler chapter, I'm sorry. My computer got infected with a virus, and I lost a lot of my work on my fanfics plots and characters. I have hard copies, so a lot of my time will be transferring those over. This is just to appease you. When Eddy curses after Umbridge leaves, this is the translation: "that bitch ... that fucking bitch ... runaway auror my ass ... fucking pink thing ... pink bitch ... I hate her! Fuck her mother ... piece of shit ... big fat idiot" If I got anything wrong, please tell me. My experience in cursing in French is limited only to attempts to piss of my teacher and articles online. If I spelled anything wrong in French, just get over it. I know I left out accents, I don't know how to make most of them on the computer (accent ague aside). Honestly, I can barely spell in English, let alone French. Read. Review. Fave. Alert. Come on, you know you want to :3