I followed the blonde kids head, but lost it in a crowd around the Slytherin table. Some of the cockier boys commented on how all of the Gryffindor boys must be bad and I needed a shoulder to cry on. I promptly turned their shoes into alligators and you would be surprised at how many squealed like little girls. I strode out of the Great Hall to Defense Against the Dark Arts with that vile Umbridge lady.
I got to Defense against the Dark Arts early, so I took a seat in the back and started doodling on a scrap of parchment. I imagined a unicorn and made my quill draw it. I was almost finished when stout lady in a hideous pink suit came in and grabbed my quill. "No self writing quills in my class." I scowled at the back of head. "Hello class," she told everyone.
"Hello professor," we all murmured. I noticed Harry and Hermione and Ron in front of me.
"Excuse me, speak up."
"Hello professor," we all chimed with false smiles.
"Now, that's better. Everyone take out parchment, a quill and open your Defense Against the Dark Arts: The Basics to page three. Read chapter the first four chapters and answer one through thirty-five.
Hermione's hand shot up in the air, "Excuse me, but will we be learning any spells?"
"Of course not! You will not need your wands at all in this class," Professor Umbridge looked shocked.
"How will we learn to defend ourselves?" Ron asked.
"Why would we need to do that?" Umbridge asked sweetly.
"Um, I don't know maybe because Voldemort is back," Harry practically yelled.
"Raise your hand if you want to speak," she snapped. I sat there and rolled my eyes. I don't know why but I had a strange inclination to get into this with Professor Umbridge. I mean you only get to live once and you might as well have some fun. I raised my hand. "Yes, Demitria."
"I don't get it either. How is a book gonna help them," I gestured to the people around me, "kill death eaters. I mean, I could kill a death eater but I don't know about them." Professor Umbridge practically turned into a tomato.
"Death eaters do not exist. You will never need to fight them. Personally I think this class is useless."
I picked my nails, "Then how do explain most of the Slytherin's parents."
Both Umbridge's and most of the Slytherin's eyes narrowed. I looked at them all. I noticed this one blonde kid as the one I was following. I couldn't quite place him then it hit me. He was my best friend as of 14 years ago. "I mean, look at Malfoy's family. His aunt is a death eater at Azkaban."
He stared at me, "I wouldn't be talkin' if I were you. I mean isn't your dad…" He was silenced by a right hook to the side of his face.
"THAT IS ENOUGH MISS CULLEN! Detention tonight," Umbridge yelled.
"Whateves, I need to talk to Dumbledore anyway. It would be an utter shame if you had to exert yourself by walking all the way to his office and back."