Sophie woke up around 7 the next morning, grumbling to herself the entire time. When she walked into the bathroom, Millicent was already in there, brushing her teeth at one of the sinks.

"Morning," the larger girl waved vaguely as Sophie passed her to go to the toilet. Once she was finished with her business, Sophie pulled her now streaked hair back into a French braid. Sophie washed her face, brushed her teeth and applied a little bit of make up; just eye liner and some light lipstick. Once Sophie had on her oxford shirt, cardigan, tie, skirt, and knee socks, she stuffed her feet into her shoes, throwing her robe over her arm as she grabbed her messenger bag.

"Sophia, are you ready to go up to breakfast?" Daphne was knocking on her bedroom door lightly from the main hallway. Sophie opened her door and smiled at the friendly blonde.

"Morning Daph," Sophie greeted as she closed her door behind her.

The two girls were joined my Tracy and they left their tower to head up to breakfast. As they made their way into the Great Hall, Sophie ran over to her friends at the Gryffindor Table.

"Harry!" she smiled as she made it over to her God brother and the others.

"Morning Cublet," he nodded, tugging on her braid affectionately. "Got your schedule yet?"

"Not yet, I think our Senior Prefect has them," she nodded towards a tall brown haired girl who was handing out squares of paper.

"Lady Cublet," a pair of voices chorused from behind her. Sophie spun around and grinned.

"Gred, Forge. Morning." She gave them a curtsy as they bowed formally at the waist.

"You three are insane," Ginny grinned.

"I'll see you guys at Lunch, I guess," Sohpie shrugged as Ron and Hermione walked in, bickering.

Once she found a seat at her own table, the brown haired girl handed her a slip of paper with her schedule printed on it. When she compared it to Daphne's on her left, she was confused when it wasn't the same as hers.

"We have different DADA classes, and different Arithmancy classes as well." Daphne noted.

"I think that's because I'm taking NEWT level Arithmancy, and that's at the same time as 5th year Slytherin DADA. I'm taking DADA with 5th year Gryffindor. And I'm taking History with Ravenclaw. That's my Runes Class. Apparently NEWT classes are all four houses together, because only those that pass their OWLs and decide to continue with that class has to take it." Sophie explained. Professor Flitwick had given her the same speech when she'd done her testing back in August. "It looks like we have Double Charms with Ravenclaw first though."

Sophie followed Daphne and Tracy up to class where the first 20 minutes of Professor Flitwick's class was him explaining the importance of OWLs. He then proceeded to give a half hour quiz on things from the first four years of charms ("Just to see how much you all remember," he squeaked happily). The last hour and 15 minutes were a combination of lecture and demonstration on the charms that they were going to be covering in the first term.

Needless to say, it wasn't only Sophie that felt like her brain was overloaded with information. At 9:45 the left the Charms corridor to head to a single hour of Transfiguration to start at 10. Transfiguration was almost the same as Charms. After McGonagal gave them a stern talking to, Sophie was directed to DADA where she shared a seat with Hermione and Harry shared one with Ron in the middle of the classroom.

"Good Morning Class," Professor Umbridge walked into the room precisely at 11 on the dot.

A few of the students responded with muttered good mornings as they waited for the lesson to begin.

"Now, now, that just won't do; when I greet you, I expect to hear all of you respond with 'Good Morning, Professor Umbridge'. Now, let us try again. Good morning, class."

Lady,we're 15, not 5, Sophie thought as she exchanged a look with Harry.

The woman then wrote out course aims, and instructed them to read the first chapter in their text books.

It was the most boring and useless defense book ever written.

Just as Sophie was ready to drift off to sleep, Hermione's voice drew her attention.

"No Professor, I have a question about your course aims. "

"Are they not clear?"

"No, ma'am, they're perfectly clear. However, there isn't anything there about using defensive spells; surely you mean for us to practice the things we learned."

Sophie's jaw dropped when she realized just how right Hermione was.

"This is our OWL year! How are we supposed to pass our Defense portion?" Seamus Finnegan called from the back.

"How are we supposed to know how to defend ourselves?" Lavender protested.

"What about Death Eaters?" Sophie finally spoke up. "Shouldn't we be learning even basic techniques to give us a chance to run?"

"And why would Death Eaters attack a child such as yourself?" Umbridge zoned in on Sophie, ignoring everyone else's questions.

"I don't know, maybe because You-Know-Who is ordering them to? Or are the events of last June a myth to you?" Ron spat.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is DEAD! He died 14 years ago, and there is no need to spread false rumors! Certain attention seeking liars are trying to spread these untruths to cause chaos and panic in our community and it will not be tolerated!" she screamed down on Ron.

"So you're saying Cedric Diggory died of his own accord?" Harry finally spoke. He didn't yell; in fact, his voice was rather soft, but full of anger.

"Cedric Diggory's death was an accident!"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a murder!" Harry shouted back.

"DETENTION POTTER! TONIGHT!" she bellowed at him.

"For telling the truth?" Sophie interjected herself.

"For spreading his disgusting vicious lies!"

In the middle of the yelling, the bell rang. Sophie packed her things up as fast as she could, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him from the room.

"That was completely unfair!" Hermione raged.

"She's gone overboard on day bloody one!" Ron added in.

"That woman is officially on my hit list." Sophie grumbled, following Hermione into a courtyard.

"What are we going to do though?" Harry spoke up. "I can't believe she gave me a detention for telling the truth!"

"I don't know yet…but we're going to have to do something, because she's not going to ruin an entire class Defense OWLS." Hermione spoke up.

"Do you think she's really doing this to every year? Every house?" Sophie asked quietly to the group.

"Most likely." Hermione nodded.

"Definitely." Harry responded.

"If that's the case, I say we wait about a week or so, and then, I have an Idea."