The next two classes after History of Magic sucked, but at least they were entertaining, and Morgan was pleased to see during Potions that her illusion still held as Draco still had bright red hair. Snape seemed to despise her, a feeling that was reciprocated after he humiliated both Neville and Harry in front of the entire class.

So, she had used her abilities to bean the Professor in the head with a diamond from her pocket to everyone besides Grace's utter and complete confusion. She had struggled not to grin as the greasy-haired prick had looked around, only for him to fail to find any sign of the suspect.

As she left, Grace smacked her over the head, and she didn't bother ducking, "what were you thinking," Morgan shrugged carelessly. "That Snape is a prick and an ass," she ducked under another swipe from Grace, who snapped, "language." They walked up a rather decrepit staircase trailing a few feet behind the trio they were to protect, turning down the hall and ducking through a doorway and into the fourth class of the day.

Morgan plopped down gracelessly, gritting her teeth as she set her wand on the desk; having spent the day struggling to read anything, she had an enormous headache. She was not looking forward to another period of this.

Pavarti folded a piece of parchment, enchanting it so that it flew around the classroom until it burst into flame, landing as ash on the desk. "Good afternoon, class," a few of the students muttered back, and the woman tutted, "now that won't do. Please respond when I greet you now. Good afternoon, class," the whole class chanted back, "Good afternoon Professor." Well, for almost the whole class, Morgan kept her mouth shut; she was waiting carefully for a chance to confirm her suspicion from the night before.

"Ordinary, Wizarding, Level, examinations. O, W, L's more commonly known as OWLS." Morgan winced; her voice was harder to listen to than the screams from the fields of punishment, "study hard, and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the punishments may be severe."

Morgan rolled her eyes and pulled out her copy of Throne of Glass, beginning to read her favorite chapter, still listening to Umbridge talk but not hearing what she said until a question caught her attention.

"You mean we're not going to use magic?" Her head shot up, and she met Grace's eyes, "I can't imagine why you ever need to use magic in my classroom. You will be learning defensive magic in a secure, risk-free environment," Morgan snorted a laugh asking dryly. "If we are ever attacked, what about that?" Harry snapped, "what's the point in that if we get attacked, it won't be risk-free."

Umbridge gasped, asking, "who do you think is going to attack children like yourselves?" Morgan laughed at this and let Harry answer, and he did so in fine fashion, sarcastically saying, "oh, I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort."

Just for kicks, since this was by far the most interesting thing to happen today, she drawled, "yeah he's a good example." Most of the class gasped and flinched heavily at the name, and Neville nearly fell out of his chair, but Umbridge smiled with fake kindness, clearing her throat with another one of those fake little, hem coughs.

"Now, let me make something painfully clear. You have been told that a certain dark wizard has returned. This is a lie," Morgan burst into laughter again, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room as she asked, "so. Just out of curiosity, why pretend you are here for any other reason than the one you are actually here for? On the Minister's orders to undermine the headmaster."

Umbridge's doughy face drained, and Morgan smirked inwardly, thinking, "bingo, I'll have; I'm right on the money for seven hundred." Propping her feet onto the desk, the toad-faced woman opened her mouth to speak, but Harry beat her to it, saying, "and he was never really dead, but yeah, he's back."

Umbridge still smiled, but it was strained and forced when she said, "ten points from Gryffindor." Morgan smirked, inwardly thinking, "you thought this is going to stop him or me for that matter."

As Umbridge kept speaking, "as your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven, we will start once more with the basics. Please read chapter 1, basics for beginners; there will be no need to talk," grinning Morgan asked, "what do you mean, from what I have heard the last two Professors were the best this class has had yet?"

Umbridge asked sweetly, "what would you know about the previous Professors, you never met them miss?" Morgan snapped, "Sabers. And everything I've been told during the speculation of whether you were going to be a trash teacher or not. Things like Professor Lupin's genuine kindness towards the students, unlike yours." Smiling savagely, she asked, "so what in your character is lacking the ability to face the glaring truth?"

"He who must be not be named is not back as has been claimed." Morgan smirked as Harry shouted, "he is back I saw him; I fought him!" Grinning, Morgan stayed silent as this argument escalated with Umbridge shouting, "detention Mr. Potter."

Harry snapped back angrily, "so, according to you, Cedric Diggory just dropped dead of his own accord," Morgan winced and said, "he's got you there." Umbridge shot back, "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," Morgan drawled, "yeah, so now murder is labeled as an accident." Harry shouted back, "it was murder! Voldemort killed him. You must know this!"

Anger flushed Umbridge's toad-like face as she said, "Ms. Sabers, you will join Mr. Potter in detention…" she was cut off by the clock signaling the end of class, and Morgan shoved Throne of Glass back into her bag and moved to leave the room with the rest of the class. As she exited the door, she lifted her hands to Umbridge and flipped her off with both hands ducking out the door and racing to catch up with the rest of the Gryffindors.