The majority of the ninjas were currently in the Gryffindor common room; lounging in the sofas provided in front of the fireplace.
The few that were out was Kiba along with Akamaru, Shikamaru, Chouji, and Shino; outside, they were maintaining patrol with the excuse of 'exploring the area'.
Using their enhanced skills, the 4 shinobis and 1 dog rooted out the secret passageways totaled as 7. One was covered by a thick root and a pasageway discovered by Choji led to a cellar in an unknown building (Honeydukes).
Sakura, although not part of the patrol, opted to help the nurse in the Infimary where she was the most comfortable in. After all, for the majority of the war, she was aiding in the healing of soldiers injured at the battlefront.
Back in the common room, the remaining ninjas got the rest they had been deprived of ever since Kabuto reanimated the famous shinobis throughout their history.
Ino was posing for one of Sai's portraits. It was a simple one, really. As Ino made a beautiful flower arrangement from the flowers found poking out of the morning frost, Sai got out his charcoal pencil and started sketching her figure and the flowers.
Neji and Tenten discovered a rather thick book in a closed-off section of the Library. Somehow understanding the tiny gibberish characters covering the back of the book, Neji decoded the characters to be a book about ninjas and where they were from, explaining their long history in depth. Both wanted to read it, however. After checking it out from that unpleasant woman they call a 'librarian', they took it back to the Gryffindor Tower. After arguing about who gets to read it, they resolved it with Tenten holding the book sitting in Neji's lap as he peered over her shoulder; clasping his arms around her to bring her closer to his body to better see the words inscribed on the pages. That, and to relish the warmth emanating off of her body in the freezing room.
Naruto was napping on a couch; Hinata sitting close by. His steadily-drooping head eventually fell off to his side, conveniently on Hinata's lap. As Naruto adjusted his body in his new position, he snuggled into his new pillow. Hinata visibly blushed but did nothing to Naruto's head. Naruto had been, 2 days ago before they came to this strange place, running around to all 4 battlefronts to aid the Allied Shinobi Forces in identifying all the White Zetsu-s. Then, although slightly injured, he along with Team 8/10/Gai prepared to rush inside the shield to fight the imprisoned Ten-Tails. If anyone, Naruto rightly deserved his nap.
Where was Sasuke, then?
Sasuke was in DADA, agreed upon him and his friends' schedule for guarding Harry. Per his client's request, Sasuke chose a seat close to Harry and his friends in the suffocating blindingly-neon pink room full of frolicking kittens.
After years and years of training under Orochimaru, Sasuke had grew accustomed to darkness and snakes. It grew to the point that he could no longer stand no other animals or reptiles than snakes. Snakes were quiet, sly, and most importantly, Aoda was a snake and his summon. So, naturally Sasuke favored snakes over the rest of the animal world both here in this strange castle and back in Konoha.
Umbridge arrived precisely when the bell rang for Period 8.
Smiling a fake smile that practically oozed of sugar and poison, Umbridge greeted the class in a simpering voice.
"Good afternoon, class."
The class, Sasuke not joining in the greeting of the toad of a teacher, replied in a half-hearted greeting.
Umbrige clucked her tongue in a patronizing way, "Now, class. When I greet you, you say "good afternoon, professor" or "good day, professor."
She waved to the class, "Let's try it again, shall we? Good afternoon, class."
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."
Umbridge again smiled sickeningly, "That wasn't so hard, now was it? Now, please put away your wands and take out your Defense Against Dark Arts textbook, please, and copy down the aims on the board,"
As the class groaned and got out a piece of parchment, a feathered quill, and a ink bottle, Umbridge flicked her wand to reveal a set of three aims written in perfect script on the board.
Magic, thought Sasuke distastefully. Gives them a excuse to be lazy. No wonder why their chakra levels are all so low. Grew so lazy that their chakra levels adapted to the lack of excess, only leaving a small amount to channel through their piece of stick.
When the majority of the class finshed scrawling down the aims, Umbridge once again smiled.
"Now please open your textbooks and turn to page 5 to read Chapter One on the Mr. Slinkhard's practical theory on non-verbal spells."
Mutterings and curses on the teacher commonly rang out among the student body. Reluctantly, they followed her instructions while Umbridge walked among the aisles of students.
When she got to Sasuke, however, all the students knew that was when it was all about to go down.
Sasuke was about to go take a nap when he felt the piercing of a persistent glare settling on top of his head.
Sasuke opened his eye, only to see a face of flapping jowls gazing back at him darkly.
"What is your name, young man?"
"If you wish to know, my name is Sasuke Uchiha."
"Well then, Mr. Uchiha. What are you doing here in my class? I was under the pretense that ninjas being similar to Muggles and unable to perform magic was the case. If so, again, what are you doing here?"
At this point, the students decided to abandon their readings and turned to face the two. Some even dared to ''accio'' some kind of misshapen yellow pieces of food with brown centers. (popcorn)
Sasuke replied to her insistent question in a monotone voice, "Living. Breathing. Currently being tortured by the color of the room you deemed acceptable to be called a classroom."
Umbridge unfortunately shoved her face closer than ever to the scowling Uchiha. Sasuke now had a unneeded magnified view of her face to see the heavy rouge on her cheeks and the powdered foundation settling on her entire face.
"Mr. Uchiha, may I remind that I am a high-ranking Ministry official? If I want, I can hail a call to the...Headmaster...about your misbehavior." Sasuke idly noted the amount of venom attached to the word 'Headmaster', as if her very being despised the word.
Sasuke leaned closer, his casual pose dropped. His face was now set right in front of the Professor, a few inches only separating the two's faces from each other. His annoyance and anger was clearly painted on his usual stoic expression.
"May I remind you, Professor, that I am a ninja with 'magic' designed to end your life in a mere second? I didn't come here of my own free will nor was I inclined to do so. So, it would both of us a favor for you to step away from me and return to your horrendous way you call teaching. Because frankly, I don't feel like dirtying my hands again. A guy can wash his hands free of blood only a certain number of times before he snaps, am I correct?"
Harry nudged Ron, "See? Told you, they were trained to kill others."
Ron replied, "That's only Sasuke. In his case, he practically oozes the killing intent. Naruto, on the other hand, doesn't kill others, I bet."
"He's a ninja, Ron. They all can kill if they need, feel, or want to."
Umbridge's face turned into a ugly shade of puce that would've made Uncle Vernon proud, that is, if Umbridge wasn't a witch. In her rage, Umbridge brushed off him saying blood.
Despite his disgust towards the ninja's able ability to end a life, Harry couldn't help but admire this particular ninja's way of poking Umbridge's buttons at a spectacular fast pace. He didn't think even the Weasley twins could push it like this ninja can.
"Very well, Mr. Uchiha. Make no mistake, though. Ninja or not, guest or not, I will now be keeping a close eye on you and your company."
Sasuke waved his hands in a dismissive gesture, his head already set back down on his arms.
"You can try, but I doubt if you can really track us."
An incensed Umbridge waddled her way back to the front, not even noticing the spit wads stuck in her curls. The students took great joy in adding even more. So immersed was Umbridge in her bout of fury, she didn't notice them doing so.
For the rest of the class, Sasuke was left to his nap as he discreetly watched over his charge.