"Did you really have to get a detention on the first day?" Grace asked, they were sitting in the common room both trying and failing to write their potions essays. Morgan shrugged glancing at the clock and sighing, "This essay is going to kill me. How am I supposed to know this random crap about a friggin' rock it's not even valuable," the only thing her friend had managed to come up with was a title.
The Use of Moonstones. The clock clanged and Grace watched Morgan roll her eyes and jam her parchment into her bag saying, "Yay detention with Umbitch." From the other side of the room, Harry joined her and Morgan grinned suddenly saying, "This may actually be fun."
One very confused look later she raced up the stair to the girl dormitories and Grace shrugged turning back to her half-completed essay. She heard the pounding of footsteps before Morgan came back tucking something small and bronze into her pocket a cocky smirk on her face. "Let's go make fun of Umbitch."
Morgan nearly puked when she walked into Umbridge's office, there was so much pink! Everything, the walls, the table cloths, and Allecto reincarnate herself all in pink. Gagging she sat down and fingered her pocket waiting for the best time to unleash her father's nature, being a stubborn asshole. "You will be doing lines today; Mr. Potter I want you to write I must not tell lies. Ms. Sabers, you will be writing I must respect my superiors." Morgan only laughed saying, "I really hope you don't mean yourself."
The pink toad smiled down at her and said, "You will treat me with respect," Morgan smirked right back and set her quill to paper only to stomp down her foot. Right on the instep of Umbridge's. The woman hopped around clutching her foot and she smiled her grin turning savage as she said, "I give my respect to those who deserve it. Not dumb bitches from the Ministry of Magic."
Harry gave her a look of pure hilarity even as Umbridge glared, Morgan met the woman's gaze allowing an ember of power to glow in her eyes as she glared right back. The witch wavered and Morgan sent the full force of her glare towards the witch, Umbridge averted her eyes and Morgan set to writing. "You won't be using your quills, you'll be using rather special ones of mine," Morgan shrugged and tucked her raven feather quill into her bun alongside her bronze hairpin.
Two long, pointed black quills later and she wrote, I must respect my superiors." The ink gleamed scarlet, and a slight stinging ripped across her left hand; barely noticeable, she wrote it again. Beside her, Harry gasped slightly, and she glanced at him and nearly hit Umbridge in the head before looking at her own hand.
In her, incredibly messy handwriting was the same words on her parchment, and she decided then and there that she was going to give that pink toad hell. Carved into her hand were the words I must respect my superiors. And Morgan dropped her injured hand into her pocket, pressing the small bronze device in her pocket, and began playing a recording from a few weeks ago.
Music poured through the room as Morgan sat there, the defiant song ringing through the air around them, and she smirked at the annoyance this caused. But she also hoped Harry understood the message she was trying to pass along. At the final verse, she heard her voice ring, soaring up and down the octaves. She smiled as Umbridge frantically tried to find the source of the song, and Harry sat spellbound by the music. Morgan grinned as the song played.
"I won't be silenced. Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it, all I know is I won't go speechless, speechless. Cause I'll breathe, when they try to suffocate me, don't you underestimate me, cause I know that I won't go speechless. All I know is I won't go speechless, speechless."
The song drew to a close, and she wrote her last line with her quill so that Umbridge would see it before tucking her quill into her hair again. The clock signaled the end of the detention, and she left Harry a few steps ahead of her, but she gestured for him to listen as parchment crinkled.
Followed by a high-pitched shout of anger, and she sprinted away, grinning like a madwoman. When Harry caught up with her a few corridors away he asked, "What did you write." She looked at him and said three words that had him laughing, "You're a bitch."
They returned to the common room, and Morgan cursed. How stupid was she? "How's your hand," he shrugged and she swore before muttering, "Where are you Lee when I need you."
She tore two strips of fabric from the hem of her robe, wrapping the first around her hand and giving the second to Harry, who did the same, "was that you?" She looked at him, asking, "Was what me?" She obviously knew what he was talking about, but singing had always been a bit of her secret passion.
"The person singing was that you on the recording." She debated in her head, tell him, lie, tells him, lie before saying softly, "Yeah."
Biting her lip, she fingered her necklace, clenching the golden metal in her palm. Already she missed Lee more than anything else, and Nico and all of the other campers. But mostly, she missed Lee, seeing him at meals, holding each other at the campfire, playing capture the flag, singing with him, or even just spending time with him.
"Not many people know about it. My singing." For some reason, she knew, even before doing a soul reading, that he was just like Lee, a pure soul, "why hide it?" She glanced upwards before pulling the Mist from the depths of the earth and weaving a shield around her and Harry.
To anyone outside the shield, they were gone, the corridor was empty, she sighed, deciding that Harry deserved the truth after all the lies had endured, and began to speak.