A/N: I'm trying to update every Thursday in case you haven't guessed :P Thanks for reading, Z-Nugget xx

Glumly Mia made her way down the cramped corridor, carefully stepping between other students, mostly first years, who were spread out in packs trying to navigate their way around the school. She'd opted out of going to breakfast early for precisely that reason, and had hoped they would have all rushed to lessons early and gotten out of the corridors. Apparently that wasn't the case.
Thankfully only fifth years had Defence Against the Dark Arts today, so once she reached the staircase there were only a few stray students still hanging about. Climbing the stairs slowly, Mia went over the facts. This would be their first lesson with professor Umbridge. She seemed far to 'nice' to actually be nice. She would most likely expect everyone to sit by someone in their own house. Mia didn't exactly have many friends in the fifth year of Gryffindor, so that wasn't that bad a fact, but she certainly didn't have friends in the fifth year of Slytherin, or any of Slytherin for that matter. That was a bad fact. This lesson was not going to be fun.
The room looked the same as it had last year when professor Moody, or at least someone who looked like professor Moody had been teaching, but the students did look considerably more relaxed than then. Most people had already arrived, though the brunette kept her head down and refused to let herself peer around at who was actually here. Instead she went to the first empty seat there was, next to a tall Slytherin girl which she vaguely recognised and glared at her on sight. Choosing to ignore her, she keep her eyes on the board at the front of the room.
Someone had charmed a paper bird to do a mixture of floating and flying around the room, gliding over people's heads as they tried to swat it away or catch it, everyone watching making 'ooh' or 'awh!' sounds when whoever tried to hit it missed. And then without warning the rogue paper burned and fell to the nearest desk.
"Good morning children" everyone turned to the back of the class where professor Umbridge now stood, still in pink, but minus the cost at least. "Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations" she said, whilst walking down the isle of seats, her wand pointing at the blackboard and making the words repeat onto it. "O.W.L, more commonly known as owls." Well wasn't she good at stating the obvious. The entire class already knew that, was it really necessary to spell it out. Literally. "Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences may be," she paused, a smile coming to her lips as she gave a half shrug "Severe" this time she followed up her little speech with pointing her wand at the books on the desk and making them float the tables, one landing in front of each student. Mia peered at hers distastefully. Dark arts defence basics for beginners? How on earth would any of this do any good? Most of them already knew all the basics, and the basics wouldn't help anyone if they were in a real life situation! "Now, you'll be following a carefully constructed, ministry approved course of defence magic, yes?" Hermione had put her hand up.
"There's nothing in here about using defence spells" Mia frowned opening her book and flicking through it. She was right, all it was really was a book of what not to do in a dangerous situation, which a according to the book was fight back, instead you should stand perfectly still or run away. Wasn't that the advice they gave people if they were about to be attacked by a dog?
"Using spells?" Umbridge asked in disbelief, giving another little very annoying laugh "I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom" everyone seemed to blink in unison. She was expecting them to not use magic for a class based on magic?
"So we're not going to use magic?" Ron asked in confusion.
"You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk free way"
"But what use is that? If we're going to be attacked it won't be risk free" Potter had a very good point, and to show her support Mia gave a small nod. Not that anyone took any notice of her.
"Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class!" the niceness to her voice had disappeared, and it seemed like she had to take a minute to recompose herself again as when she turned round, the pleasant smile and calm voice was back. "It is the view of the ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations!" she hand gestured forward to the class, "Which after all, is what school is all about"
"And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" Harry argued back, clearly getting annoyed.
"There is nothing out there dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort?" people started to mumble around the room and the smile on Umbridge's face began to slip.
"Now let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie"
"It isn't a lie. I saw him! I fought him!"
"Detention Mr. Potter!" Umbridge shouted, walking back to the front of the class, but Harry wasn't done.
"So according to you Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?"
"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident-"
"It was murder, Voldemort killed him! You must know that!"
"ENOUGH!" she shouted, everyone looking up, eyes wide "See me later Mr. Potter. My office. You too miss Lestrange" Mia finally took her eyes from the book to the women in pink, thoroughly confused. What had she done?! She hadn't said a word since she'd gotten into the room and unless Umbridge was a mind reader she really hadn't done anything wrong.
"Why?" she demanded finally, her voice filling the silent room.
"We will talk about then" And that was all Umbridge would answer before continuing with her lesson of reading from the book.

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Mia stood outside Umbridge's office, scowling and waiting for Harry to finish. The two had been waiting quietly in the classroom, both expecting to do lines together, though what the Slytherin's would say was anyone's guess. Potter had been called in first and she'd been told to wait silently outside. Twenty minutes later and Harry finally emerged, holding his hand and shaking his head slightly at her before disappearing down the stairs and out of the classroom. Mia raised an eyebrow, but went into the office anyway. There wasn't anything else she could do.
"Miss Lestrange, please have a seat." Mia shrugged to herself and sat down in the nearest chair, fluffy and pink much like the rest of the office. There were even plates with cats on then.. The women truly was mad. Then again, she did work for the ministry.
"Now, I trust you know why you're here" Mia blinked, twice. Was that meant to be a trick question?
"No, I didn't say anything during class" which was exactly true. Umbridge gave one of her very irritating giggles
"Oh silly girl. You are not here because of something in class. You are here because you're mother is a very bad women" she blinked, again. Really that was all she could. Well, that and assume the pink women indeed was mad.
"I still don't understand why I'm here"
"We can't have the same thing happening to you! We need to set boundaries and punishments to make sure that doesn't happen" Mia stared in disbelief.
"Are you being serious?" she hadn't seen her mother in nearly fifteen years, how on earth would she be anything like her? The only similarity seemed to be the black hair.
"Of course. Now, using my quill that's on the table I want you to write lines. I think 'I must not be bad' ought to make the message sink in" The Slytherin made no attempt to pick up the quill. Umbridge couldn't give her detention for who her parent was surely. This had to just be some insane joke. Dumbledore wouldn't allow it. No one in their right mind would allow it. "Now Miss Lestrange. I can assure you, you won't be leaving my office until this has been completed." Finally, seeing no other option Mia took the quill, pausing at the paper. Wouldn't she need ink? Glancing over her shoulder she was about to ask when Umbridge just shook her head. Fine, if she didn't want to give her ink it wasn't her fault if she couldn't write much. 'I must not be bad' she wrote once in curving hand writing, her brow furrowing as her left hand started to sting. Trying to ignore it, she wrote again 'I must not be bad' again her hand stung, more this time. 'I must not be bad' 'I must not be bad.' The stinging had reached the extent that the brunette had to stop writing and look at her hand, eyes widening as she saw the sentence had been transferred into her skin, trickles of blood running onto the desk.
"Has the message sunk in now Miss Lestrange?" Umbridge asked, peering over her shoulder. She didn't say anything in response, couldn't. She was in too much shock. This was like some twisted torture technique, not something to use on students. The image of Harry walking off early holding his hand flashed in Mia's mind and she realised this is what Umbridge must have made him do as well. "If it has then you may leave now" She didn't need to be told twice, standing up and nearly knocking the link fluffy chair over she grabbed her bag and rushed from the room, taking the stairs two at a time until she was out of the classroom.