It was during Lunch, as I was innocently sat at Gryffindor table, eating a sandwich when I found myself being hauled out of my seat, and practically dragged along the corridor's by none other than Toad Face herself. Surely this is child abuse?

I was marched though corridor after corridor. One of Umbridge's hands was wound into the fabric of my school cloak. The rings on her stubby fingers pressed into the skin of my shoulder, and rubbed harshly with each step we took. A dark figure rounded the corner and stepped into line with our rhythmic footsteps. Snape. His majestic cloak billowing behind him, as he followed behind us closely.

We walked in silence, as I desperately searched my brain what I had been caught for, there was A LOT of pranks I've pulled in the last week or so.

"If this is about petrifying those first years-" I began, only to be interrupted.

"Shut up, you idiot girl." Umbridge hissed, well that's nice. Always a thrill to be insulted by those who are being paid to fill me with knowledge, not that she's doing much of that.

Soon we entered Dumbledore's office, in which was full of teachers as well as the minister of magic himself. Dumbles and Minnie, or Professor McGonagall, if you didn't know. I'm on first name basis. What can I say? I'm a sly cat (HA, pun!) sat, all discussing things in harsh whispers until I walked in.

The look of disappointment and anger was so clear on their faces, it was as easy to read their emotions, as it is reading a book. "You've gone too far this time, Whestone." Snape sneered from behind me. I shuffled, looking down at my feet, before looking up and bringing my eye's level with Dumbledore's bright blue ones.

"It has come to our attention that your latest prank has caused serious damage to a student here in Hogwarts." he began, each word causing a new load of worry to be placed on my shoulders.

Great, now I'm going to be given SO much detention.

"And, err, Professor, which prank are we referring to?" I cringed as I spoke my words, this didn't help my case.

Fudge guffawed. "Doesn't even- are you going to let this child get away with this, Dumbledore?"

I opened my mouth to speak, to defend my case, but at a look from McGonagall I closed it again.

"We have been informed that it was you that placed a label on one of the vials on Professor Snape's classroom with the words "Drink me" on it. Is this correct?"

I paused, deliberating my answer, "Yes, Professor."

"And were you aware of what was inside that specific vial?" he asked, his words far harsher than I had ever heard them before.

"It was a hair growing potion, for beards and other hair, wasn't it?" I asked, worried now. Trust me to get them mixed up.

Dumbledore sighed, "You see, Cornelius, an easy mistake to be made."

"She still committed the crime, therefore, she still needs to be punished." Fudge replied sharply.

From behind me, Umbridge sighed. "Shall I bring in the poor victim now?" she asked, batting her huge swollen eyelids at Fudge. I almost gagged.

"In a second, Dolores," Fudge answered, as he rolled his weight onto the balls of his feet in anticipation. "First, we must discuss the girl's punishment. Expulsion should suffice."

My heart skipped a beat, before picking up at a hard, quick pace.

Dumbledore merely nodded, before muttering, "Sounds about right."

So this is it then? I'm expelled? I felt like screaming but held myself together as Umbridge trotted off quickly. After a few seconds her voice could be heard, coming back with the "victim".

"Now, now dear. Speak up"

"Nummmmberreee" came a high pitch wailing sound.

She walked back in, and faced the door, an evil glint in her eyes to match the smirk plastered on her face.

In waddled a very short person, making more murmuring wailing sounds.

My mouth fell open as the grey haired person looked at me, not with eyes, no. Because this person had no face. Just a fleshy canvas, covered in silver hair.

"Dumbledore, th-that's not a student." I mumbled.

He looked at me, "Oh?"

I was beyond confused now. "That's professor Flitwick." I said, slowly.

Dumbledore did a double take, before chuckling lightly, "So it is, there's something different about you, have done something with your hair, old friend?"

More mumbling issued from Flitwick. Dumbledore replied with a nod.

From behind me, a croaking noise sounded, getting louder and louder.

I turned, scared, to see Fudge and Umbridge, turning putrid shades of green. Their croaking got louder and deeper, as their mouths grew larger and larger. Soon their croaking turned into words, horrible harsh, guttery words. Said with scratchy, whispered voices.

One sentence repeated over and over again. "Should have been normal."

Dumbledore looked from them, to Flitwick, and then finally to me a kind smile on his face "I agree with him, you're expelled."

I suddenly woke with a jolt. What the HELL was THAT?

I turned over in bed and flicked on the lamp next to my bedside.

Is this what it's like to have a guilty conscience?

It would probably be a good idea if I went down and took the label off of that vial... But, it's just... so far. And I am so lazy.

Angelina's alarm clock suddenly went off. Sending a jolt of shock through me, before she slammed her hand down on it harshly and sat up, groaning.

"Quidditch practise today!" she exclaimed, jumping out of bed and turning to me, "Oh good, you're awake. UP! Get up!"

She's so bossy.

I know it's only a tiny one, but I'm half way through the next one already, and they had to be separate.

Thank you for reading it.

Pleeeeease review, I will love you forever.

Ps: For some reason I imagine Flitwick to be the kind of person to just drink something for no reason. He seem's silly like that.

I have no idea what he was doing in Snape's classroom. I may have made a new ship... ;D