They stopped outside the closed door to knock, and Umbridge's high, girly voice answered – 'Come in,'
They entered, only to see Harry Potter sitting at a desk looking rather depressed…
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An
instant smirk materialized onto Draco's face, Potter was here? He
would not be spending a whole hour with him, and he fully intended to
tell Umbridge that.
Seeing he was about to say something, Umbridge opened her mouth, "You're late Mr Malfoy, Miss Chang,"
"No we're not!" exclaimed Selena, then realizing that Umbridge might find a way to turn anything they said around.
Umbridge threw her a scathing look, "Do you want another detention Miss Chang?"
"No, sorry Professor Umbridge," replied Selena, doing her best to look as if she was sorry.
"I suppose I'll let it slide this time,"
Draco took the momentary silence as a time to complain, "I am not spending my evening with Potter. My father will hear about this,"
"Tell your father if you want," said Umbridge, not seeming to care at all. "Now, take a seat. Miss Chang, at the end of the row next to Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy at the other side of Mr Potter."
They took a seat, albeit reluctantly, Selena with a huge over exaggerated sigh, which didn't exactly win her any points with Umbridge. There was a quill already laid out at the desk in front of them, along with some parchment. Draco sneered at the inferior looking quill and grabbed his own priceless phoenix feather quill from his pocket.
"No, Mr Malfoy," said Umbridge, shaking her head. "The quill I've provided for you is special, and you will use it. It doesn't even need ink."
With that, she left the room, her robes swishing in a way that could rival Snape. Just as Draco started grumbling, Umbridge popped her head back in the door, "Oh, and incase I forgot, there will be no talking,"
Draco picked up the quill, poised and ready to start writing 'I must not lie' but he didn't know how many times, she had just told him to write until the message 'sunk in', considering what she had been like so far, he might be here until curfew. Three hours of writing lines was not good.
His first line written, he realized there was a slight pain in his hand, and glanced at it, with a sudden realization, one that wasn't too good. There a slight red scar on his hand, and when he looked closer at the parchment he saw a deep red colour, the colour of blood. She'd had him using a blood quill!
Grabbing Selena, he stormed out of the room, walking straight into Umbridge who was standing outside the room, she opened her mouth, most likely to tell him off for not being in detention, but he was quicker.
"Blood quills!" he exclaimed, holding it up. "Don't worry, my father will hear about this," he said before walking down the corridor.
The last thing he saw was a slight flicker of fear on Umbridge's face, before it regained its usual snooty impression, and she started shouting at him.