Chapter Nine: Fight Club
Iris never had time for sports back home or really understood the hype surrounding them. She was in for quite the cultural shock when it came to these Brits and their Quidditch. As the first game of the season drew closer the buzz around the castle grew louder, and D.A meetings were put on hold.
Professor McGonagall, a hard looking witch, did not give them homework a week leading up to the game. "I think you've got enough to be getting on with at the moment," she said loftily one lesson, then she looked directly at Harry and Ron and said grimly, "I've become accustomed to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, boys, and I really don't want to have to hand it over to Professor Snape, so use the extra time to practice, won't you?"
Snape himself booked the quidditch pitch so often that Gryffindor barely had time to practice. Iris overheard Harry and Ron complaining to Hermione about it.
To Iris it seemed a bit ridiculous, if that was the level of the professors, the students were worse off. Slytherin teased Harry and Ron relentlessly, Malfoy in particular, they threw insults, jeers, and intimidation. It rolled off Harry's back but Ron had a harder time of it, turning red and dropping things in anger. Slytherins we're constantly attacking or jinxing the Gryffindor players. Their head of house turned a blind eyes to their shenanigans
Iris expressed her distaste for all this after one intense lesson with Snape. He still had not found a way to break through. The voices seemed to assault his mind as much as hers. There had to be a way, if he couldn't find one she would never learn. Snape was going harder on her after her accusations, though true, at him. Yet he continued to act like a child which she still had no trouble letting him know.
"Why are you such a dick?" She asked him, "clearly your student was in the wrong today. In fact all your students are; they're attacking the players. Like it's just a game, what's the big deal?"
Snape ignored her quip, "Same time next week, though I hope it won't interfere with your little secret meetings." He said sarcastically, a sneer playing around his mouth.
The whole Order knew or what, but Iris gave him no indication that she knew anything. "You know my favorite secret meetings are with you, Professor."
His jaw was set, but Iris could see that little tic of annoyance that she loved putting there. She smirked and continued, "maybe you should focus on breaking through my defenses."
"Get out." He said as evenly as he could. She continued to smirked and gave him the peace sign before she was out the door.
The morning of the game was bright and cold, Iris woke up earlier than normal, she could tell most of the castle was awake and heading to breakfast. The game would start not too long after breakfast. So she got dressed in red and gold (she had asked Hermione what is appropriate to wear on game days), and headed down to the great hall. The Hall was busier than usual for a Saturday morning, exciting voices filled the air. She headed to the Gryffindor table, filled with students dressed in house colors.
As she passed Slytherins table she had an eerie feeling, they were all dressed in silver and green, but every single one had a crown shaped badge on them. She slowed down and took a peek, etched on it was: Weasley is our King. A knot tightened in her stomach, that couldn't be good. She sat at the table and picked at some toast.
Harry and Ron appeared at the table and it burst into a hearty welcome. Ron sat near Iris, whose stomach clenched even tighter. He was a horrible messy ball of nerves. She pushed her plate away, the emotions of the day were a bit much for her and excused herself and walked out the Great Hall. She headed outside into the cold air and toward the Quidditch pitch. It was quiet and empty outside.
Iris went up to the empty benches and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out slowly; she was only two months in at Hogwarts and it was chaos. The Ministry was sabotaging the school, the students were retaliating, Snape's lessons left her drained and tired, Dumbledore hid in his office a lot, and she never had so much homework in her life. Okay so the last one wasn't bad and probably not true, but it certainly didn't make anything easier.
Iris needed to master this Occlumency, master her abilities. She blamed Snape but it was probably her fault he couldn't get through. Her whole life she had always been on guard, if this was going to work she would need to let it down. The idea of letting it down around him though left a sour taste in her mouth. The downside he's smart ass mouth would ridicule her, nothing she couldn't handle. The upside being she would finally be free. He also seemed like a loner so there was no one for him to tell her secrets to.
She opened her eyes as the sounds of students neared. Everyone was pouring out the castle down the slope towards the quidditch pitch. Hundreds of voices assaulted her eyes and she could hear a song being sung, but the words were hard to make out. Did each team have a song?
Neville, Hermione, and other fifth years found seats next to her. She greeted them with a smile, trying not to give any indication that all this excitement was killing her slowly. Finally the players walked out, Slytherin first, they were still singing a song but she still couldn't make it out. Gryffindor team walked out next and three-fourths of the school erupted in cheers and whistles.
Madam Hooch, the school flying instructor, blew her whistle, and the balls were released. All 14 players shot up on their brooms; the game had begun.
"And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me —" an amplified voice spoke.
"JORDAN!" yelled Professor McGonagall.
Iris looked to the commentary box to see Lee Jordan, she snickered. Well at least the play by play would be interesting. His commentary rang throughout the stadium which she was grateful for. Everything seemed to be going so fast with balls flying everywhere, and between the crowd yelling, cheering and booing, she wasn't sure what was what.
"—that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away, dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger — close call, Alicia — and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"
Lee stopped talking and some cheers and such died down. From where there was a sea of green and silver a great song rose up:
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
Iris's jaw dropped as Lee started to shout louder trying to drown out the song. Okay so not a team song, in fact it was a diss song. That was not good, Ron was so easily riled his confidence would surely take a hit. The song grew though, magically, it was so loud surely Ron could hear it. Warrington headed straight for Ron, who dived wildily his arms wide as the Quaffle went through them and into the middle hoop.
The crowd cheered and booed as Lee continue to narrate. "Slytherin scores. So that's ten-nil to Slytherin — bad luck Ron. Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch."
Still the Slytherin song grew louder;
Weasley was born in a bin,
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley will make sure we win,
Weasley is our King.
"—and it's Warrington again," bellowed Lee, "who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him — turns out you can't — but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell — er — drops it too — so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!"
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.
The singing continued and affected Ron, he let in three more goals bringing the total score to 40-0, Slytherin. At this rate it was looking pretty grim for Gryffindor. Lee continued to narrate has loud as he could.
"— and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for goal, come on now Angelina — GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's forty–ten, forty–ten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle . . ."
Everyone cheered and Iris was sure she even heard a lion's roar.
"—Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey — Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good — I mean bad — Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it's Pucey in possession again—
Iris turned her attention to Harry. He was the seeker, his job was to catch the Golden Snitch which would give them 150 points and end the game. He needed to catch it if they had a chance. Just as she looked he was diving down toward the Slytherin end of the pitch. Malfoy was coming from his left and diving as well, it must be the Snitch!
Harry went around the hoops and the Snitch sped to the other end of the stands, towards Malfoy. He turned his broom around, which was insanely fast and was now neck and neck with Malfoy. They reached out their hands and in a blink Harry pulled up a few feet, his hand up fist clutching the Snitch.
The stands erupted in cheers! Gryffindor had won! Someone screamed, a bludger had come and hit Harry in the back, he flew forward off his broom and landed on his back. Immediately the cheers turned to angry yells, insults, booing, and jeers. Iris joined in. "What the hell was that!! Foul! Foul!"
They were going to head down as the rest of the team greeted Harry on the pitch. Hermione wanted to check on Ron who went off to the changing rooms alone and sad looking. Iris stopped and pointed, "Look Malfoy is saying something."
Harry was holding on to George and the other three girls were holding Fred back. Whatever he was saying must have been bad. He was probably being a sore loser. Malfoy laughed and said something else, whatever is was got Harry to release George and they were both headed for Malfoy. They didn't use wands Harry got his fist and just went for it. Iris rushed down there bringing out her wand and pointed it at them and yelled, "IMPEDIMENTA!"
All the professors were still around, Madam Hooch was fast approaching them, but Iris turned her gaze to Umbridge. She had a smug smile on her face as if she just won the lottery. A bad feeling crawled up her spine.
The boys marched off towards the castle followed by McGonagall, and to her horror Umbridge was not far off behind.
It was after dinner when they were all sitting in the common room that Iris finally had heard what happened. Umbridge had not only banned Harry and George for their behavior but also Fred. There was also a new educational decree that gave Umbridge absolute power over all punishments, it did not matter if another Professor said something she could override them. She tried not to flick her eyes to Harry's hand, that woman's punishments were disgusting.
"Well shit, Harry I would have let you pound the miserable brat longer."
"I'm going to bed," said Angelina, getting slowly to her feet. "Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream. . . . Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet . . ."
One by one they headed off to bed, until it was just the three of them.
"Is Ron okay?" She asked them. "I haven't seen him since the game."
"I think he's avoiding us." Hermione said in a low voice. "Where do you think he-"
The portrait opened up and Ron came tumbling through. He was paler than usual and snow covered his hair. He stopped dead when we seen them sitting by the fire.
"Where have you been?" said Hermione anxiously, springing up.
"Walking," Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his Quidditch things.
"You look frozen," said Hermione. "Come and sit down!"
He sat in the chair farthest away from Harry.
"Ima go to bed, then." Ron's mood was making her feel bad. She gave Harry a small nod. "I'm really sorry. I hope that hag gets her karma soon."
Iris had changed into her pajamas and gotten in bed, she was almost ready to sleep when she heard the portrait open and closed. The trio had just snuck out. For what? She wondered, the urge to follow was strong but the day had completely drained her, she would find out tomorrow.
Iris spent most of Sunday in a fierce snowball battle with other Gryffindor students for most of the morning. She gave up by lunch time, growing up in California there was no snow unless one went up to Big Bear but she was never one for the snow. She lifted her warming charm and dried her soaking went robes.
She spent the rest of it trying to get information out of the trio. They didn't tell her anything but Hermione's thoughts this time were the easiest to get information. Hagrid, the real Care of Magical Creatures professor, was back. He had been sent away to find more giants, which he did but was unsuccessful in convincing them. Death Eaters had intervened and convinced the giants on Voldemort's side. To top it all Umbridge had also visited Hagrid asking questions she seemed to know the answer to. She would waste no time in inspecting him and looking for any reason to sack him, Hermione was right to be worried.
Iris got her first look at Hagrid at breakfast on Monday. He was huge, twice as tall as a normal man and five times as wide. He had bushy wild tangles of black hair and a large beard. His thoughts were impossible to read with his giant blood, it came out as grunts, low roars and what sounded like words but without vowels. It wasn't until Tuesday that she attended his class.
Iris struggled through the snow with the rest of the class. She stayed near the back. Hagrid had several bruises and bleeding cuts on the visible parts of his skin, he looked to be carrying a dead cow over his shoulders.
"We're working here today!" Hagrid said happily as they approached him. "Bit more sheltered, anyway they prefer the dark."
"What prefers the dark?" She heard Malfor complain a bit of panic in his voice. "What did he say prefers the dark— did you hear?"
"Ready?" said Hagrid happily, looking around at the class. "Right, well, I've bin savin' a trip inter the forest fer yer fifth year. Thought we'd go an' see these creatures in their natural habitat. Now, what we're studyin' today is pretty rare, I reckon I'm probably the on'y person in Britain who's managed ter train 'em —"
"And you're sure they're trained, are you?" said Malfoy, the panic in his voice even more pronounced now. "Only it wouldn't be the first time you'd brought wild stuff to class, would it?"
"'Course they're trained," said Hagrid, scowling and hoisting the dead cow a little higher on his shoulder.
"So what happened to your face, then?" demanded Malfoy.
"Mind yer own business!" said Hagrid, angrily. "Now if yeh've finished askin' stupid questions, follow me!" He turned and strode straight into the forest.
The class seemed hesitant to follow him. Harry, Ron and Hermione headed off first and slowly the rest of them followed. They walked for several minutes until they reached an area full of trees, it was dark and no snow covered the ground. The students hid around the trees peering around nervously. They crept slowly forward as if afraid something was going to attack them.
"Gather roun', gather roun'," said Hagrid encouragingly. "Now, they'll be attracted by the smell o' the meat but I'm goin' ter give 'em a call anyway, 'cause they'll like ter know it's me . . ."
He turned, shook his shaggy head to get the hair out of his face, and gave an odd, shrieking cry that echoed through the dark trees like the call of some monstrous bird. Nobody laughed; in fact everyone looked downright frightened. It took almost a third cry before Iris could see what Hagrid had been calling. A pair of blank, white, shining eyes were growing larger through the gloom and a moment later the dragonish face, neck, and then skeletal body of a great, black, winged horse emerged from the darkness. It looked around at the class for a few seconds, swishing its long black tail, then bowed its head and began to tear flesh from the dead cow with its pointed fangs.
What the hell was that? Iris thought. She turned to look at Neville who was watching its tail swish back and forth. Then she looked around, it seemed most of the students had no reaction at all, as if this creature was invisible. Besides them two Harry and a slytherin boy were the only others who took any notice of a creature.
"Oh, an' here comes another one!" said Hagrid proudly, as a second black horse appeared out of the dark trees, folded its leathery wings closer to its body, and dipped its head to gorge on the meat. "Now . . . put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"
She raised her hand along with the others. "Yeah . . . yeah, I knew you'd be able ter, Harry," he said seriously. "An' you too, Neville, eh? An'-er who-" his face turned confused as if he had just noticed Iris. Before he could question her Malfoy interrupted.
"Excuse me," said Malfoy in a sneering voice, "but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing?"
So the others couldn't see whatever this was. When they finally noticed, all they could see was bits of flesh being eaten and disappearing. Some students gasp, some shrieked. She finally had an answer she was looking at Thestrals. She had never heard of those creatures before and while Parvati argued that they were unlucky Iris had the feeling they were not. She shivered when one walked by her. So people who couldn't see but could feel their presence. Finally Hagrid asked the question she was dying to know
"Righ', now, who can tell me why some o' you can see them an' some can't?"
Hermione raised her hand, "The only people who can see thestrals," she said, "are people who have seen death."
Seen death? But Iris had never seen anyone die. Not really die, of course she's seen scary movies. Both her grandparents were alive, she had never seen anyone pass away or stood by a death bed, why could she see them? Did something happen to her, before her mother abandoned her. When she still had a family did someone die in front of her. Something that maybe scared her mother into giving her away. She was so deep in thought she had missed Umbridge's arrival.
"You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning?" said Umbridge, in a loud, slow voice as if Hagrid didn't speak or understand English. "Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson?"
"Oh yeah," said Hagrid brightly. "Glad yeh found the place all righ'! Well, as you can see — or, I dunno — can you? We're doin' thestrals today —"
"I'm sorry?" said Umbridge loudly, cupping her hand around her ear and frowning. "What did you say?"
Hagrid looked a little confused. "Er — thestrals!" he said loudly. "Big — er — winged horses, yeh know!"
He flapped his gigantic arms hopefully. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him and muttered as she made a note on her clipboard, "'has . . . to . . . resort . . . to . . . crude . . . sign . . . language . . .'"
"Well . . . anyway . . ." said Hagrid, turning back to the class and looking slightly flustered. "Erm . . . what was I sayin'?"
"'Appears . . . to . . . have . . . poor . . . short . . . term . . . memory . . .'" muttered Umbridge, loudly enough for everyone to hear her.
Iris felt her anger rising as she clenched her fist. Umbridge was talking to Hagrid like that on purpose, making stupid remarks as if he was human. All because she hated half-breeds. She continued to twist his words, and walked around talking to the students. Hagrid was confused and tried valiantly to continue with his lesson. He turned pink when Pansy, a pug faced slytherin girl, told Umbridge she couldn't understand Hagrid because he grunted a lot. Umbridge smiled at her and Malfoy who fell into laughter at insulting Hagrid.
She then turned to Iris and Neville. She clenched her jaw and glared at the evil hag.
"You can see the thestrals, Longbottom, can you?" she said. Neville nodded. "Whom did you see die?" she asked, her tone indifferent.
"My . . . my grandad," said Neville.
"And what do you think of them?" she said,
"Erm," said Neville nervously, with a glance at Hagrid. "Well, they're . . . er . . . okay . . ."
"'Students . . . are . . . too . . . intimidated . . . to . . . admit . . . they . . . are . . . frightened . . .'" muttered Umbridge, making another note on her clipboard.
"No!" said Neville, looking upset, "no, I'm not scared of them — !"
"It's quite all right," said Umbridge, patting Neville on the shoulder with what she evidently intended to be an understanding smile, though it looked more like a leer.
Iris was so close to losing it. She could feel it, the thing she hated most was a bully. Hagrid certainly didn't deserve the hags bias against half-breeds. One more stupid thing and she was going to burst.
Well Hagrid," she turned to look up at him, speaking again in the same slow, loud voice, "I think I've got enough to be getting along with…You will receive the results of your inspection…" she pointed to her clip bored, "…in ten day's time…" she held up ten of her stubby fingers.
Iris had enough, the little half breed hating hag was about to get what was coming for her.
"I think these creatures are quite fascinating. Just because something looks scary doesn't mean it is." Iris said loudly, as Umbridge turned to leave.
Umbridge turned around, her eyes squinting in anger straight at Iris. "The safety of Hogwarts students is taken very seriously." She said in a sickly sweet voice. "These creatures are classified as dangerous for a reason, and are not for younger students such as yourself."
"Well then it seems to me that Professor Hagrid has taught this class well enough that he believes they are capable of handling N.E.W.T level creatures." Iris stared back, unflinching.
"I will remind you to keep your tongue in cheek Miss Morgan. As High Inquisitor it is my job not yours to inspect and prune Professors who are not up to scruff." Her tone changed, going brisk. But Iris wasn't about to back down. The class was quiet and all eyes were on them.
"You know what I think…" she said a little defiantly. She was about to piss off a seriously demented witch but strong emotions would make it easier to read the toad. The fact she got to push her buttons was just a nice little bonus. "I think you're a judgemental, corrupt, biased, sadistic hag that hates half breeds because you can't stand the fact you're a half-blood." Iris barely registered the whole class gasping in shock, she continued. "Not the pure witch you pretend to be. I think you brown-nosed so hard to make up for your fathers lack of ambition. You enjoy making people feel weak and small because it makes you feel powerful, but you're not. You never will be. You're just a scared little girl with mommy issues, scared of freedom, the unknown, of failure…"
The longer she spoke, the redder and redder Umbridge turned. She knew she hit a nerve, she was going to pay with her flesh, but the look on her face was well worth it. She would replay this memory for a long time to come. Her anger allowed Iris to skim her mind. The forest was eerily quiet, no one moved a muscle, even the creatures sensed a dangerous situation.
"Detention!" Umbridge yelled out, unable to contain her anger any longer. Her breath came out in short gasp, words hissing like the angry snake she truly was. "6 o clock my office. Any more trouble from you and you will go straight back to America where you belong." She poked her wand into Iris' chest and casted a spell bringing her to her knees. Iris gritted her teeth, but kept her expression neutral. Umbridge stuck her red fat toad-like face a hair away, a savage look in her eyes, "not necessarily in one piece." I'll send dementors after you just like I did Potter.
She released her, turning on her heels and storming out the forest. Iris' chest rose hard and fast in anger. Well one good thing came out of that. She knew who tried to kill Harry. She stood up glaring at her retreating back.
"Bloody hell!" Came Ron's voice, once she was far enough. The Gryffindors surrounded her, talking excitedly.
"That was daft."
"Did you see her face!"
"She looked absolutely barmy."
"You're so stupid."
"That was brave!"
"Did you see her face!!"
"You're my hero!"
The Slytherins said nothing, but glowered at them all.
Hagrid clapped his large hands bringing order once more. Twenty minutes later he dismissed the class, though they had hardly been able to pay attention after Iris's outburst. She had been quiet since then. She turned to leave with the rest of the students.
Hagrid stopped Iris with a large hand on her shoulder. They stood like that until everyone was out of sight.
"Who 're you?" He asked suspiciously
She turned around putting an easy smile on her face, "I'm Iris Morgan, I'm new here, part of the wizard-student exchange program. S-sorry about that outburst. I just…um I don't like bullies."
"Thank yeh. 'preciate it. I can fight meh own battles…"
"Look…" she cut him off, her tone turning serious. "You've missed a lot while you were gone, that lady basically runs this school. Dumbledore has no power and she is power hungry. She's evil, truly evil. Please be careful." She pleaded with her eyes
"Thanks fer the warnin', I'll be fine. Off wit' you now."
She left, looking back wondering if he took her warning seriously. Well this was just dandy now she would spend who knew how long carving into her skin with an evil quill. Damn that was going to interfere with her Occlumency lessons she would stop by Snapes office before dinner to inform him. Damn she also needed to report her findings to Dumbledore. Maybe just skip dinner then. She cast a spell making her eyes seem watery and hurried along the path to the herbology greenhouse.
When she walked in everyone started clapping and celebrating, except Hermione.
"Bloody brilliant."
"Did you see her face!"
Professor Sprout shouted, "now, now what's all this commotion for."
The class quieted and looked apprehensively at each other. Iris spoke up, "I…I…uh.."
Ernie Mcmillain spoke up, "I heard she told off Umbridge."
Sprouts eyebrows disappeared into her patched hat.
"She was…making fun of Professor Hagrid." She said somewhat lamely. "It was horrible…" she wavered her voice.
"I see. Please get to your spot so we may continue." As she passed by Sprout whispered "ten point Gryffindor." She raised her voice once more, "As I was saying, Greenhouse 6 will be open for mock exams, for those wishing to review…."
They continued their Herbology lesson without interruption. As soon as the bell rang Iris rushed off. She had to talk to both Snape and Dumbledore. She would go to the headmaster first, since that was the most pressing issue. Fifteen minutes later she stood in front of the stone gargoyle. "Pixie Puffs." She rushed up the steps and heard voices coming from the Headmasters office, lots of them, but when she knocked on the door they all quieted.
"Enter." Came Dumbledore's voice.
Iris opened it, Dumbledore sat behind his large claw-foot desk. Dozens of paintings hung on the wall behind him, gently snoozing in their frames. Well pretending to be asleep she saw one or two peek through their eyes.
"Ah Iris this is a pleasant surprise."
She furrowed her brows, "unfortunately sir, it's not a pleasant visit."
Dumbledore drew his eyebrows down in concern, "has something happened?"
She moved closer to his desk, stopping right in front. She licked her lips, this wasn't about to be pleasant. "Sir Umbridge…she sent the Dementors after Harry."
Iris was sure she saw cold fury in Dumbledore's eyes. "You're sure?" He asked sharply.
She gave a short nod, "yes. I wasn't able to get much from her but that thought rang loud and clear. She was very pleased with herself, I also think she acted alone. She's too narcissistic to bring someone else in."
Dumbledore, "Thank you Iris for this information. It has been very helpful."
"No problem. I wish I had more for you sir, like the how or why. Or a way to find evidence." She hung her head low. She couldn't penetrate Umbridge's mind unless she snuck in her room while she was sleeping. Which did not appeal to her at all.
"You are doing just fine." He said earnestly.
"Yeah, well…"
"Is something else bothering you?" He asked.
Did he know what kind of detentions the evil hag gave out. She didn't want to worry him. "No sir, I'm still just have trouble with a Occlumency."
"It is difficult magic to managed but you are in great hands."
"Thank you. I'll keep trying my best."
Iris left Dumbledore's office and went down to the dungeons. This was a talk she was not looking forward to at all. She knocked on the door, it was a moment before the door opened. She was expecting the usual cold "enter" and stepped back in surprise to see Malfoy walking out Snape close behind.
He sent a sneer her way, "Morgan, what are you doing here."
"None of your fucking buisness Malfoy."
He turned red and opened his mouth, but Snape placed his hand on the boys shoulder. "Miss Morgan, wait inside we will speak about your remedial potions lesson in a moment."
Malfoys face changed into a delightful smile. She sent a glare Snape's way but kept her cover, "Yes Professor."
She went into his classroom towards his office and sat in his chair. That little quip was gonna cost him. He came back a few moments later, his jaw set tightly as he saw her in his seat. She put her feet up on his desk and swivel back and forth in his chair.
"Soooo….I'm afraid I got some bad news," he raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing so she continued, "by some miracle I seem to have found myself in detention, with Umbridge. So something's gonna have to change with these lessons."
Snape scoffed, "I've already heard about your little fit in class today."
"I see, so the teacher's pet is a rat." She said unsurprisingly. "Well then I'll be stuck doing lines for the next several weeks probably. She gave no indication. I don't know what your weekends are looking like but it's either that or we postpone indefinitely."
"You will report back to my office on Sunday mornings. Do not think detention will give you an excuse to skive off your lessons." His voice cold as usual.
"Splendid." She said sarcastically and got out of his seat. "Well I'm due in the hags office any minute now. I'll be seeing you."
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