Chapter 9
Dumbledores Army
(Opening song. Danger Danger by FZMZ feat. icy.)
(Three weeks later. Saturday)
As the weeks passed at Hogwarts, Umbridge became more and more authoritarian with three new decrees. Harry looked up at the new signs on the wall, his brow furrowed at the new rules. The first one read:
"Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subjects they are paid to teach."
The second one:
"The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members."
The third and final one:
"Those wishing to join the Inquisitorial Squad for extra credit may sign up in the High Inquisitor's office."
"She's getting bolder each week," Hermoine said as she stared at the three signs hung on the notice boards of The Hog's Head. "At this rate will be more prisoners than students"
"I'm surprised she hasn't gone for the Quidditch team yet" Ron chimed in.
"I'm sure the idea has crossed her mind," Harry said, still staring at the signs "I wouldn't put it past her."
As the Golden Trio made their way to a booth, they passed by a group of sixth years who were discussing the new decrees. "This is ridiculous," one of them said. "There's no way she can enforce all of these rules."
"She'll find a way," another retorted. "She's got us so tightly under her control that we can't even have a conversation without her breathing down our necks."
Harry couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger at Umbridge, fully knowing everyone was suffering cause of her. He could see her in her office, still holding that ugly smile of hers, satisfied by the power she held.
"I reckon she's enjoying her newfound power a bit too much, isn't she?" Ron muttered, his voice low.
"Too much," Harry said furrowing his brow. "The teachers won't even talk to us anymore because they're afraid of getting fired."
"I know, even McGonagall won't look at me when our paths cross in the halls. I know she wants to say something to me, but she's worried about that new 'Inquistroal Squad' overhearing us and reporting to Umbridge" Hermonie said
"I can't believe that anyone would want to join her Inquisitorial Squad," Harry said, his voice filled with disapproval. "They must be either incredibly gullible or just plain desperate for power"
"I think the program happens to be a great way to get extra credit," A voice from beside them said. Harry pinches his brow "Of course," he muttered.
The trio turned and saw Draco Malfoy with Crabbe and Goyle standing behind them. His pale, pointed face was alight with malice. "Afraid I'm going to have to dock a few points from Gryffindor for that little insult."
"It's only teachers who can dock points from houses, Malfoy," Hermoine said rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, we're prefects, too, remember?" snarled Ron.
"I know prefects can't dock points, Weasel King," sneered Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. "But members of the Inquisitorial Squad can." Malfoy pointed towards a tiny silver 'I' on his robes just beneath his prefect's badge.
"Oh this just keeps getting better," Harry said sarcastically glaring at Malfoy.
"So, Granger, I'll have five from you for not watching your tone with me, another five because I don't like you, Potter. Weasley, your shirt's untucked, so I'll have another five for that. Oh yeah, I forgot, you're a Mudblood, Granger, so ten off for that."
Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, "Don't!"
"Wise move, Granger," breathed Malfoy. "Times are changing, so be good now, Potty… Weasel King…" Laughing heartily, he strode away with Crabbe and Goyle. The trio glared at the three boys as they left.
"I don't see this becoming an excuse for bullying to run rampant," Hermoine said with a subtle hint of disdain. Harry nodded in agreement. With Malfoy, and probably most of the Slytherin students as part of the Inquistoral, meant that they would have complete control of the point system. The other students would have to any they'd said just so they wouldn't get points docked from their house.
"So on top of almost learning little to no magic this semester, Umbridge is now encouraging bullying….This is all Yuno's fault." Hermoine said, her jaw clenching at the mere thought of the scarlet-eyed first year.
"You're right Hermonie, but there's nothing we can do about it now," Harry said.
"No you're wrong Harry, we have to do…something. Otherwise, this is only going to get worse" Hermoine said, in a hushed, but stern tone.
"So what do suggest?" Harry asked, taking a drink of the butterbeer he had ordered.
"I think we should form our own Defense Against the Dark Arts group..in secret."
"And who exactly is going to teach, huh? Umbridge isn't exactly going to let any Order members in here"
"Isn't it obvious?" she said. "Harry, you should be the one to teach"
There was a moment's silence between the trio. Only the idle chatter of students as they discussed their plans for the weekend. Harry stared at Hermoine. Then he turned to Ron, ready to exchange the exasperated looks they sometimes shared when Hermione elaborated on far-fetched schemes like SPEW to Harry's consternation, however, Ron did not look exasperated.
He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, "That's an idea."
"What's an idea?" said Harry.
"You," said Ron. "Teaching us to do it."
"But…"
Harry was grinning now, sure the pair of them were pulling his leg.
"But I'm not a teacher, I can't -"
"Harry, you're the best in the year at Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione
"Me?" said Harry, now grinning more broadly than ever. "No, I'm not, you've beaten me in every test -"
"Actually, I haven't," said Hermione coolly. "You beat me in our third year - the only year we both sat the test and had a teacher who knew the subject. But I'm not talking about test results, Harry. Think what you've done!"
"How d'you mean?"
"You know what, I'm not sure I want someone this stupid teaching me," Ron said to Hermione, smirking slightly. He turned to Harry.
"Let's think," he said, pulling a face like Goyle concentrating. "Uh… first year - you saved the Sorcerer's Stone from You-Know-Who."
"But that was luck," said Harry, "it wasn't skill."
"Second year," Ron interrupted, "you killed the Basilisk and destroyed Riddle."
"Yeah, but if Fawkes hadn't turned up, I -"
"Third year," said Ron, louder still, "you fought off about a hundred Dementors at once -"
"You know that was a fluke if the Time-Turner hadn't -"
"Last year," Ron said, almost shouting now, "you fought off You-Know-Who again-"
"Listen to me!" said Harry, almost angrily, because Ron and Hermione were both smirking now. "Just listen to me, all right? It sounds great when you say it like that, but all that stuff was luck - I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I didn't plan any of it, I just did whatever I could think of, and I nearly always had help -"
Ron and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasn't even sure why he was feeling so angry.
"Don't sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn't I?" he said heatedly."I know what went on, all right? And I didn't get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because - because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right - but I just blundered through it all, I didn't have a clue what I was doing -STOP LAUGHING!"
Harry slammed his hand on the table, making everyone look up. Ron and Hermoine's smirks vanished, replaced with a concerned look. Harry looked over and saw everyone staring at him, his breathing heavy and sweat dripping from his forehead. He silently cursed to himself as everyone returned to their normal conversations. Harry sighed and started to speak again a more hushed tone.
"You don't know what it's like! You - neither of you - you've never had to face him. Do you think it's just memorizing a bunch of spells and throwing them at him like you're in class or something? The whole time you're sure you know there's nothing between you and dying except your own - your own brain or guts or whatever - like you can think straight when you know you're about a second from being murdered, or tortured, or watching your friends die - they've never taught us that in their classes, what it's like to deal with things like that - and you two sit there acting like I'm a clever little boy to be standing here, alive, like Diggory was stupid like he messed up — you just don't get it, that could just as easily have been me, it would have been if Voldemort hadn't needed me -" the more he spoke, the more tears were starting subtly fill his eyes.
"We weren't saying anything like that, mate," said Ron, looking aghast. "We weren't having a go at Diggory, we didn't -" Ron couldn't finish noticing the anguish in Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry mate"
Harry looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken as she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Oh Harry," she said horrorstruck as she stood up to sit next to him, "I shouldn't have said anything! It's just... This… this is exactly why we need you… we need to know what it's r-really like… facing him… facing V-Voldemort."
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his seat, running his hands through his hair. He thought about the idea in his head. Even if he thought his feats were all blunders to him, he was still the most experienced out of anyone when it came to dealing with actual life-or-death situations. Maybe him teaching others about defensive spells wasn't such a bad idea after all. Certainly beat the toad's idea of defense against the dark arts.
"Even if I agreed to do this, we'd need a place where Umbridge couldn't spy on us. Decree 24 remember." Harry sighed.
"I think I have the perfect idea for that," Hermoine said with a confident grin.
Harry and Ron raised an eyebrow at her statement.
"Really?"
Hermoine chuckled. "You should know me, Harry, I've always got a trick or two up my sleeve."
Harry gave a quick laugh. "Yeah, you do don't you?"
"Tomorrow, I'll show you guys the perfect place to start holding meetings."
"Wait shouldn't we get others involved too? Just the three of us aren't exactly going be enough" Ron said as Hermoine stood up.
"Already came up with a list of people that I think we can recruit," Hermoine said.
"Wait, did you include any of the transfers" Harry asked Hermoine.
Hermoine pondered the question. "Maybe a few, why do you ask?"
"It's been a couple of weeks. Those two other students that Yuno was talking to said they'd be here by now" Harry said his tone low, so no one could overhear.
Hermoine's face grew serious thinking of the two other mysterious people Yuno had been talking to on the first day of classes. "Right, so what do you suggest we do then."
"Keep it in-house at least for now. We recruit those who we know well like Neville, Ginny, and the twins. Then we can start talking about expanding" Harry said.
"Got it, I'll meet with you guys later in the common rooms with a revised list, and then I'll show you guys the place where I think we should assemble our little club," Hermoine said with a confident smile as she stood up from her seat. She waived good-bye to Ron and Harry as she got to the door to the Hog's Head
"So, mate? What are we gonna name this little group of ours that Hermoine has cooking up" Ron asked.
Harry chuckled and gave a mischievous grin to Ron. "If Umbridge and The Ministry are scared that Dumbledore is forming an army, then let's give them an army to worry about."
(Sometime later outside the Quidditch Stadium)
"So how long do you think they'll take to start forming their secret club?" Yuno asked Arianna as he drew magical sigils in his notebook while he sat on the ground. The three of them decided to meet today at the Quidditch Stadium before the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. It had been about three weeks since their last get-together.
"Not long I'd imagine," Arianna said leaning against one wooden beam. "She's pretty pissed that she got a brick to the face…nice shot by the way"
"Surprised, I didn't crack a tooth or something, that would've been better" Yuno snorted
"Probably aimed a bit too high and to the right if that was your goal," Galin said as he boxed, using one of the flag poles as a target.
"Thanks for the advice coach," Yuno said dryly "That's time" he added looking down at his pocket watch.
Galin let out a breath as he stood with his hands on his hips, he had on a black tank top and a pair of Thai boxing shorts that barely hugged his thighs. On his hands were thin layers of cloth, that had faint stains of blood around the knuckles.
"Last round" he sighed as he sat down on a nearby bench, taking out a flask of water. Yuno looked at the pole and noticed the tiny dents in the metal where Galin had been punching and kicking. "Don't you think you're gonna get in trouble for damaging school property"
"Eh, they'll hardly notice," Galin said as she finished his drink.
"I doubt that," Yuno said giving a skeptical look.
"Anyways, since we last saw each other I have something to report. Umbridge has a Horcrux on her." Arianna said as she walked between the two of them.
"How do you reckon? Your scar lets you pick up on any dark or cursed magical item, not just Horcruxes" Yuno asked sitting up straight and closing his book. "Could be anything that her contact has given her"
"I thought the same as much, but I've been noticing how Potter's been reacting to her when she walks by his seat,"
"Ok, and..." he asked standing up once he finished drawing the last sigil, his interest piqued.
Arianna turned to Yuno "Once I started sitting next to him in class a couple of times, I noticed he had a slight grimace of pain when she walked passed, and then my scar started to act up at the same time."
"So it because Potter's scar acts up when he's around Riddle and your scar acts up when your around something that's enchanted with dark magic." Yuno said stroking his chin, contemplating the idea "So the only conclusion should be one of Tom's Horcruxes. So going off that assumption right now, should we do anything about it now?"
"For now no," she answered "we should just leave her to her own devices, and occasionally push her buttons so she creates stricter limitations on the student body, Plus having any sort of Horcrux on you is going to drive anyone crazy" she stretched out her arms "In any case, how are things in Slytherin, anything report?"
"Pretty much the same old news, but I've noticed most of the upper classmates of Slytherin make up the entirety of Umbridge's little police force" Yuno said.
"Ah, showing her hand a bit isn't she? Nothing screams "potential Death Eater" by empowering the kids of said suspected Death Eaters." Arianna mused.
"From our perspective yes, but the Ministry has been tight-lipped about anything that regards dark wizards. 'Specially after your guy's little massacre involving the Death Eaters in Knockturn before the start of the year." Yuno explained. "Besides, she used to be a Slytherin herself"
"So she can write off her choices as biased against the other houses. Better to be a petty old hag than a potential terrorist I guess" Galin added in, finally catching his breath. "Anyways we should get back to the school. Don't want anyone else seeing the three of us together"
"Well before you guys go, take these with you," Yuno said handing them multiple slits of paper with the sigil he was drawing on them.
"Those sigils act as beacons point to this reality. Spread them around the school over the next couple of days, I should be able to triangulate them and give us a full-scale map of the school, and track people's movements."
Arianna looked at the pieces of paper. "So put them in classrooms?"
"Classrooms are a good choice, and a few people as well, they might be able to get to places the three of us wouldn't normally be able to access, like the Ravenclaw common room, or Professors offices" Yuno explained.
Arianna and Galin nodded in understanding, before looking at the time. Before the three of them could go their separate ways, they heard a voice call out from behind them.
"Oi, you!" Draco yelled pointing and walking towards Galin, Crabbe and Goyle flanked each of his sides. "What's your house!?"
"Uh...Hufflepuff?... Is there a problem?" Galin asked raising an eyebrow.
Draco looked at Galin like he had two heads as he motioned towards the clothes the older boy was wearing.
"Is there!?-are you drafted!? There's a dress code here you idiot! Worse you're whatever the hell these muggles garbs are supposed to be for Merlin's sake! That's twenty points from Hufflepuff, and make it another ten for those rags" Draco sneered at him
"Aye don't diss the threads man, these shorts are limited edition!" Galin exclaimed taking offense, then turning to Arianna "Ari, can he even dock points for that?"
Draco followed his gaze and sneered when he saw Arianna and Yuno."Great she and the little bastard know each other"
"Galin, we were just talking about the Inquisitorial Squad, so yes, he can," Arianna said rolling her eyes. She then locked eyes with Draco and gave a sly half-smirk
"How's it going, dragon? Long time no see,"
"Ah, if it's the little 'princess', herself" he sneered locking eyes with her, his brow furrowed. His eyes flicked to Yuno and Galin before returning to Arianna. "Figures you'd be associated with these two freaks. This Slytherin mudblood, and..whatever he is" he finished referring to Galin
"Names Galin by the way," Galin said narrowing his eyes at Draco.
"Malfoy, always the displeasure," Yuno said folding his arms and looking unimpressed with the three. "See you had to hire Tweedle-Dee Tweedle-Dumb to follow you around today."
Draco glared at Yuno, but before he could say anything, Crabbe stepped closer to Yuno, towering over the first year. "How about you shut it, little freak."
"Yeah, that's thirty points from your house you mudblood" Goyle yelled pointing at Yuno. The statement made Draco look at him like had lost his mind.
Yuno raised an eyebrow at Goyle. "We're in the same house, idiot. You saw me get sorted."
"I don't care what house you're in you little freak, ten points from Slytherin for talking back," Crabbe yelled. He turned to Draco with a stupid confident smile on his face. "See Malfoy that's how you do it!"
"Yeah, Malfoy," Yuno said mischievously, peering from behind Crabbe "They sure showed me by docking fourty house points. Sure everyone in Slytherin will be thrilled about that," he added while also not trying to laugh.
Draco's eye twitched in frustration as he looked at Crabbe and Goyle, his anger rising each moment that the two held their stupid-looking grins.
"Do you two baboons… have brains for anything else, besides decoration!?" he snapped at them, his hands out in front of him like he wanted to strangle the pair. "You useless idiots just docked points from our own house!"
Crabbe and Goyle looked confused and then looked at each other, suddenly realizing what they had just done. "Oh yeah right, that little creeps a Slytherin" There was a long pause as he analyzed what just happened "We just docked points from our own house didn't we mate?" Crabbe asked Goyle.
"Yeah, I think we did Crabbe," Goyle answered, his face looking worried now, "sorry Malfoy."
"You just realized that now!?" Draco yelled "Idiots! You'd think I'd be used to it, but somehow you continue to impress me with your stupidity! No-Don't say anything unless I tell you to!" he rubbed his temples from the oncoming headache that was forming, anger rolling off him in waves.
Arianna couldn't help but giggle "You look like you're about to burst a vein, dragon," she said, clearly amused by Draco's berating of the two.
"You better watch your tongue Darkwood," Draco sneered, his anger still evident but his eyes darting to Arianna. "You're not that much better, what with the Hufflepuff idiot and your friend here," he said gesturing to Yuno.
"They're my brothers, actually," Arianna said smugly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Brothers?" but his expression quickly turned into a condescending smirk. "How cute. Didn't know someone like you had a family, considering how feral you act"
"What can I say? It's the Gryffindor in me, I was born to be wild" she said stepping a bit closer to him, her expression unfazed. Draco's smile disappeared at her retort transforming into a sneer. "Damn her," he thought cursing her silver tongue and nonchalant attitude.
"You're not very good at being a proper, well-behaved little Gryffindor then" Draco replied, his eyes flicking from hers to the lightning-shaped scar on her cheek. "What happened there?" he said gesturing to her face.
"Why do you ask?" she asked.
"Because it's the first interesting thing about you" Draco replied, his eyes drifting back to her emerald green ones.
"Oh, and here I was thinking you were concerned about me," Arianna said with a fake pout.
"Me, concerned about you?" Draco laughed, the sound almost mocking. "Please, I find everything about you and your…family, repulsive," he said glancing again at Yuno, and then quickly back to Arianna.
"And yet you're finding it hard to look away from me" She glanced towards Yuno. "I'll catch up with you later,"
Yuno rolled his eyes and made his way back to castle Hogwarts.
"I couldn't look away if I wanted to. You're like a train wreck" he retorted with a smug smirk.
"Some find beauty in destruction," she replied with a sly half-smirk smile, "dragons most of all,"
Draco looked at her, a retort on the tip of his tongue, but something stopped him. For once in their verbal sparring, he found himself without a comeback. She never got mad at his insults toward her, and always had some form of a witty comeback to his remarks. It was something he wasn't use too.
"Heh, Looks like I won this round," Arianna said after the considerable silence between the two.
Draco clenched his jaw. "Tch, you just got lucky this round,"," he crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't get used to it, if we were dueling I'd wipe the floor with you"
"I'd like to see you back up that claim," she said, showing some excitement in her eyes at the thought of dueling. "Unfortunately Umbridge's little 'educational decree' is stopping that from happening anytime soon, with the dueling club being disbanded and all."
"Please, don't remind me. That hag thinks she can control everything at this school," he scoffed, the irritation still bubbling as she mentioned the dueling club, clearly frustrated by Umbridge's interference.
"Never thought I'd hear a member of her squad of students speak so lowly of her," Arianna said glancing down at the small silver "i" on his uniform
Draco noticed her glance at his badge and his irritation grew. "You think I wanted to be a part of the Inquisitorial squad? Just because I don't particularly care for the things she does doesn't mean I won't follow my orders. Especially if it gets me ahead" he said, his hand unconsciously tugging at the badge before dropping back to his side.
Arianna raised an eyebrow, her smile disappearing for once and her expression becoming one of mild concern. "Are you saying you were forced to join?"
He looked straight ahead for a couple of seconds finding the right words.
"Forced isn't the right word." he finally said meeting her eyes as the seconds went by "It was expected of me to join her squad. Being a Malfoy means doing what the other Slytherins expect of you. Plus that woman made it clear that being on her 'good side' was to my benefit."
Arianna's expression softerned at his explanation. "I get it, Draco" she said after moment. "that type of pressure, the pressure of living up to people expectations, it can be...suffocating"
Draco glanced at her as his eyebrows raised the smallest amount. He was surprised by her reply, and her words, as his previous irritation started to fade. The mention of his first felt, oddly personal coming from her. He fidgeted with the badge on his chest, his fingers running over the cool metal.
He quickly shook his head and narrowed his eyes at her. "Spare me your sanctimony, Darkwood. It doesn't suit you,"
Arianna's sly smirk returned "You saying you prefer my usual charming quips?"
"Your quips are the least charming thing about you," Draco said, but his words lacked his usual bite.
"If you say so, dragon"
"Stop calling me that. Like everything else about you, it's irritating"
"Well you did say to spare you the sanctimony"
"That doesn't mean you need to replace it with something even more annoying," he snorted
"Being irritating suits me." she curstied like a princess. "Said so yourself"
He let out a snort "I'd say the annoying part is the most accurate description of you. Shame you don't have any actual redeemable qualities"
"Well I am a bit of a rogue. Never was a fan of the mainstream" she said with a small laugh.
"That's pretty a generous way of saying your a 'nuisance to society'" he retorted, his eyes narrowing.
"Got me there," she admitted with an amused scoff "My brothers and I are considered part of the "delinquent crowd" back home...speaking of which," She then looked over to Galin with an annoyed expression. "Galin would you stop using those two to practice your head movement! They're going to pass out from exhaustion!"
Draco followed her gaze and his widened half in anger and half in shock. There were Crabbe Goyle, both red and sweating as they tired to land a hit on Galin, who had his hands in his pockets as he slipped and ducked under each sloppy punch. They looked exhausted, and on the verge of collapsing. Draco clenched his jaw, the anger he felt rising again at a fast rate.
"What!?" Galin said defensively as he dodged another sloppy punch from Crabbe,"McGonagall said I couldn't hit anyone, she never said anything about dodging punches. This is great for practicing slips!"
The two Slytherin boys were getting visibly frustrated while Galin continued to dodge his punches with ease. Crabbe took another swing at Galin's face, but the older boy easily slipped his right haymaker, causing Crabbe to stumble forward.
"This is bloody ridiculous" he huffed, his face red from exertion and one knee on the ground.
Goyle stepped in, trying his luck at landing a punch, but Galin was just as quick, ducking and weaving out of the way, as he let out a chuckle. "It's not fair, he's too fast!" he complained, looking at Crabbe in distress.
"Getting better though, managed to graze me on that one," Galin said pointing at the small mark on his cheek
Crabbe and Goyle stopped their vain attempts to land a punch, panting heavily from the exertion. "We're never going to hit him," Crabbe said, looking dejected. " and the bastard's enjoying this way too much," Goyle added, shooting a glare at Galin.
"Guilty," Galin said rubbing the back of his head and giving a sheepish grin.
Crabbe and Goyle grumbled in response, still panting from their failed attempts at hitting Galin. Draco sneered at the two giant Slytherin boys.
"How dense can you two be?!" He yelled the two. "You know you had a match that starts in five minutes?! And what do you two absolute buffoons decide to do? Try your luck at fighting some half-wit from Hufflepuff, and end up tiring yourselves out like amateurs! Just get to the pitch and at least look ready to play"
Crabbe and Goyle looked as guilty as two reprimanded puppies, nodding quickly before scurrying away.
"Awe, but I was having fun," Galin said looking disappointed as Crabbe and Goyle sulked away.
"Oh for the love of- Our house had a match today if you haven't noticed! I swear if those two idiots end up messing up-" He stopped himself mid sentence, seeing that Galin was.looking at him like he had two heads.
He took a deep breath trying to calm himself back down. "Know what? Forget it, I'm wasting my breath with you. I better go and see if those two incompetent morons end up doing anything other than wasting precious practice time"
"I guess that's our cue leave then and let you warm up for the match," Arianna said. "Good luck, and See you soon, dragon," she added as she gave a peck on Draco's cheek before leaving with Galin
Draco's eyes widened as her lips brushed against his cheek, causing a subtle blush to color his face, his annoyance momentarily replaced with surprise. As he watched her leave with Galin, his hand unconsciously reached up to touch the spot where her lips had been. "Damn it, she did it again!" he thought to himself as his irritation returned.
"And that's 15 points from Gryffindor for that, Darkwood!" Draco yelled as he pointed in her and Galin's direction, his cheeks still pink.
"Makes me wonder what one on the lips will cost?" she yelled back glancing behind herself and giving him a wink.
Draco choked on his breath at her reply, his annoyance giving way to a momentary shock. His face had went pale, but soon his cheeks became scarlet red.
"Don't you dare!" he yelled with a scowl and a slight crack in his voice. "That's fifty more points from Gryffindor, now bugger off," he then turned towards the Quidditch stadium and stormed off.
"You know, Malfoy might pass out if you keep that up, Ari" Galin teased, clearly finding the whole situation amusing.
Arianna let out a hearty laugh, patting Galin on the shoulder. "Maybe that's the plan," she replied with a sly grin. "It's too easy to rile him up, and besides, it was a perfect opportunity to slip one of these into his pocket," she said as she pulled out one of Yuno's sigils.
Galin chuckled, impressed by Arianna's quick thinking. "Clever girl," he said in a fake Australian accent.
"Like you didn't place two yourself while you were toying with Crabbe and Goyle," Arianna said jabbing him in the ribs
Galin feigned a look of mock surprise, his hand going to his ribs where she had jabbed him and putting on an insulted expression. "I would never," he said while trying to hold back a smirk.
"Uh-huh, of course, you wouldn't," Arianna said raising an eyebrow. "I'll see ya later gym-rat"
"Later, Your Highness" Galin waved as the two went their separate ways.