Harry and I walk towards the Dark Arts classroom in silence. I ponder what it is that Professor Umbridge will have us do. Perhaps paint the entire room a disgustingly bright pink color to match her dreadful clothing choice.
"Come in," chimes Umbridge once Harry had knocked on her office door.
Harry opens it slowly, allowing only enough room for both of us to step in, one right after the other, quickly shutting it behind us. The inside of Umbridge's office is, to say the least, terrifying. The walls are colored a pail pink with dozens of cat plates hanging from pink strings that line the room. Each cat is mewing, causing the tiny office to seem even smaller. There, sitting in the middle of it all is Dolores Umbridge, sipping a cup of tea which also appears to be pink.
"Sit," Umbridge instruct, gesturing to a smaller desk with two chairs pushed under it.
Harry and I take our seats as Umbridge continues to talk, "You're going to be doing lines for me today."
Both Harry and I move to take our quills from our bags but Dolores Umbridge stops us, "No, not with your quills," she says. "You're going to be using two very special ones of mine."
With that she stands, handing both of us identical brown feather quills before continuing on with her speech, "Now I want you to writer, 'I must not tell lies.'"
"But we…." I start but Harry cuts me off before I am able to get us into any more trouble.
"How many times?" he asks, glancing over at the Professor.
"Well, let's just say as long as it takes for the message to sink in," replies Umbridge, a small smile upon her toad like face.
"You haven't given us any ink," I state confused as to what the whole point of this punishment is. Personally I have no problem with writing lines; obviously she hasn't gotten this message yet.
"Oh, you won't need any ink," answers Umbridge.
Shrugging it off I begin to write. Suddenly there is a sharp pain in my right hand. I look down and there, written in my own neat scroll on the top of my hand is, 'I must not tell lies.' I let out a slight gasp of pain almost at the same time as Harry.
"Yes?" questions Umbridge.
"Nothing replies Harry before I am able to give Umbridge a piece of my mind.
Her punishment it cruel and will most definitely not be accepted by the other teachers at Hogwarts. I will not show pain I will push through then complain to others.
"That's right," answers Umbridge before taking her seat, "because deep down you know you deserve to be punished. Don't you Mr. Potter? Go on."
After about two hours Harry and I are dismissed. I don't wait for Harry; instead I gather my things and head towards the Slytherin common room, I long to get back to the safety of the green fire and Draco's loving embrace.
"Pure – blood," I state once I reach the snake statue.
Upon entering the common room I hurry up the stairs, drop my school bags on my bed before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Long day?" questions Pansy from her bed next to mine.
We used to be friends, spending long night giggling and gossiping about Draco and the other good looking boys of Slytherin house. After dating Malfoy Pansy changed into a jealous girl who care only for herself and what she can gain from others.
"If it was I do not wish to discuss it with you," I reply before leaving the girls dormitory.
"Draco!" I call once back in the common room. Receiving no reply I cross the room and head up towards the boy's dormitories, calling out Draco's name once more.
"What?" Malfoy answers, sitting cross legged in the middle of his four poster bed.
"Do you see what the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher thinks is a suitable punishment?" I say showing Draco my hand.
"She hurt you?" Draco asks, sounding outraged at the very idea of someone hurting me.
"Yeah, she made us use quills that use the writer's blood as ink. It's more like torture than and actual detention," I state, sitting on the edge of Malfoy's bed.
"What are you going to do about it?" questions Draco, taking my injured hand in his, inspecting it further.
"I suppose go tell someone. Though I do think that is what she wants us to do," I respond slapping Draco's hand away. "Ouch!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," says Draco giving me a sympathetic look.
"It is alright. I'm going to speak with McGonagall." I explain before standing and walking out.
The corridor's are dark but I dare not use light for it I am caught I risk detention with another teach and thought it might not be as harmful to me as Umbridge I do not want double detention.
"Professor, can I have a word?" I ask once inside her office.
"I'm not your head of house, perhaps you should go speak with Severus," says McGonagall though she has that grandmotherly look in her kind, brown eyes.
I take a few steps towards the Professor's desk having no intention of leaving, "It's not about me. It's about Harry and Umbridge's detention."
"Go on," Professor McGonagall instructs.
"You see Professor, Umbridge's detention is almost like torture," I state holding out my hand for her to see. "She's given us quills to use and instead of in it uses the blood of the writer."
"This form of punishment will not be tolerated. I will speak with Dolores about her form of detention, for both you and Mr. Potter. Now I think it would be best if you returned to your dormitory Miss. Black," says McGonagall eyeing my hand once more.
"Thank you Professor," I reply before heading back down the corridor, this time I risk a little light.