Amber walked down the halls silently humming to herself, Tell me did you sail across the sun. Did you make it the milky way to see the lights all faded. And that heaven is overrated... when her song was suddenly interrupted by someone running past her and knocking the books she was carrying out of her hands. Sighing, she bent over and began to gather her books and papers when she realized that someone else had began to pick her stuff up as well. Amber looked up and saw the raven-black hair of Harry Potter bending over gathering up her History of Magic homework.
Amber straightened herself up as Harry finished gathering the rest of her things and handed it to her smiling.
"Here," he said, "Might wanna be more careful when you're walking next time."
"I would've if someone didn't run into me," Amber said shoving her books and papers into her bag incase anyone decided to run into her yet again.
"So, off to Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked still smiling. Amber couldn't look away. Amber. Get a freaking grip! There is no possible way that Harry Potter, the Harry Potter could be interested in you. Besides... Kyle...
The break-up was still fresh in her memory even though she had decided to bounce back so quickly and agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Harry. "Yeah, I am," she replied.
"Mind if I walk with you?" He asked starring into Amber's deep blue eyes.
"Not at all," Amber said back nearly breathless. As they began walking down the hall together (Amber liked that thought. Together), she felt eyes making holes in the back of her head. People were starring at her like she was insane walking next to a supposed liar. She shrugged and continued walking.
Amber set her books down on her desk and sat next to Hermione. Professor Umbridge started passing out books.
"This has nothing about using defensive spells..." Hermione pointed out.
"Using defensive spells?" Umbridge asked, "There's no reason someone as young as yourself would be using defensive spells. Who would attack a child?"
"I dunno, Lord Voldemort?" Harry asked angerly
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is not back Mr. Potter. Five points from Gryffindor for lying." Umbridge said.
"I'm not lying! I saw him!"
"Detention, Mr. Potter!"
Umbridge and Harry seemed to be having a starring contest. There was a long awkward silence until Amber broke it.
"This is ridiculous," She whispered.
"Excuse me? Do you have a problem with this Miss. Farrell?" Umbridge broke her stare at Harry to look at Amber.
"Nothing. Voicing my opinion, that's all."
"Students will raise their hands if they have something to say in my class."
"Well pardon me, your highness," Amber replied. A few people snorted, trying to contain their laughter.
"Detention for you as well, Miss. Farrell!" Umbridge said, her face turning as red as a tomatoe.
"You know they have groups for people like you?" Amber asked raising her eyebrow.
"That's it! You and your smart-alec remarks can march themselves out of this class room! Now!" Umbridge yelled looking triuphant.
"I've been waiting for you to say that the moment I walked in," Amber rolled her eyes as she said this, grabbed her books and started to walk towards the door. Umbridge looked slightly defeated. When Amber reached the back of the classroom the class roared with applause. Amber laughed and bowed for her peers and turned to grab the doorhandle. She didn't even here when someone yelled, "Crucio!"
Amber fell to the floor screaming in pain. Everyone turned to look at Umbridge with her wand at the ready.
"Now, if anyone else would care to join Miss. Farrell, I suggest you pay attention," Umbridge said smiling. No one moved. Bravely, Harry stood up, grabbed his books, and walked over to Amber and helped her up.
"You may have won the battle, Professor, but you have yet to win the war," Harry said supporting Amber.
"I will see you both in detention then. Saturday night," Umbridge said ignoring his remark.
Amber, pissed and in pain could take nothing more. The American in her took over as she stuck up her middle finger and said, "Suck one," and walked out the door with Harry.