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Take Four

"Hem hem," Umbridge announced at dinner that night. Several students groaned loudly, but as always she appeared to possess a hearing defect right before the start of her lovely speeches.

Angelina exchanged a dark look with Alicia and Katie, who were sitting opposite her. Ever since that woman – she shuddered at the insult to women – had instated herself as Headmistress, Hogwarts had been steadily going downhill.

As Umbridge droned on – something about the recent deluge of pranks in the school, if she was not mistaken – Angelina noticed Alicia discreetly pulling out her wand.

"Hem, hem," Umbridge cleared her throat again.

A sack clearly labelled 'cough drops' dropped heavily onto her head.

Umbridge let out a highly indignified squawk. "Who did that?" she demanded to know, turning to glare at the offending object that had dared to interrupt her, the Great High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. Her mouth opened in outrage when no one answered.

A cough drop bounced neatly into her mouth.

Umbridge spluttered, choking on the foreign substance in her throat.

The Great Hall dissolved into chaos and rambunctious laughter that none of the other professors bothered to quell.

Angelina raised an eyebrow at Katie, who cheerfully continued tossing cough drops into Umbridge's mouth. Her wand swished and flicked. Swished and flicked. Professor Flitwick would be so proud. "It's like a game of 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'," she confided quietly.

Angelina had no idea what her teammate was talking about, but there was no way she was going to let the other two Chasers have all the fun. She glanced around cautiously. It would not do to get caught by one of the nosy Inquisitorial Squad members now.

Two seats away, Lee Jordan winked at her, before bending down and lobbing a couple of fireworks across the hall and onto the Slytherin Table.

Grinning and nodding at him in gratitude, Angelina took careful aim.

Umbridge screamed.

Silence fell.

All the students turned to stare at her.

Then –

"Ribbit."

With another ear-piercing shriek that rivalled a Mandrake being repotted, Umbridge waddled for the front doors, shaking her head desperately to dislodge the toad on her head.

Angelina smirked. She had been careful with her transfiguration, so only the bow on Umbridge's pink monstrosity was animated. The legs of the toad were still glued to the hairband, so there was no way shaking could displace it.

Her two teammates shot her appreciative looks. "Toads don't go 'ribbit'," Katie whispered, nudging her.

"Oops," Angelina muttered, not sounding the slightest bit sorry.

What made it all the more worthwhile was when at the end of the meal, Professor McGonagall glided past their seats and murmured out of the corner of her mouth, "Twenty points to Gryffindor each for demonstrating excellent conjuration, aim and transfiguration."