Eloise Foster
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The next few days go on in a pretty uneventful manner.
I keep my mouth shut in most classes and made sure show up on time for all, especially Potions.
The evenings are spent in the suffocatingly pink office of Professor Toad, carving words into my flesh. I always leave quickly afterword, ignoring Harry's attempts at conversation.
Malfoy has been surprisingly and thankfully absent from my days. He completely ignores me in our classes, something I am most grateful for.
It's the final night of detention, and Harry and I are doing our absolute bests to keep our pain silent. My hand is as mutilated as ever, the pain from the previous days having joined together to create a monster of suffering. I bite my lip, determined to stay quiet even if the throbbing agony screams otherwise.
"Hands."
Umbridge's voice brings me back to the pink office and Harry and I raise our hands, accustomed to the routine.
She looks them over, her beady eyes roaming each twist and turn in the valley of carved words. Once she's finished her close examination, she drops our hands and begins her usual rant on how we are 'useless students' and how we should be expelled for our 'disgusting behavior'.
I block it out as usual, just waiting until she releases us to the freedom of the pinkless corridors.
After a few minutes, I feel Harry nudge my knee and I snap my attention back to Umbridge.
"Are you not listening to me Miss Foster?" Umbridge sneers, her eyes telling me my future plain as day.
I keep my mouth shut, knowing it will end worse if I respond.
"Well, were you?" she pushes, "What was the last thing I said, hm?"
I feel Harry gaze soft on my face and I bite my lip again to stop from saying what I truly want to say.
She takes my silence as answer and says, "You too really are the worst students this school has ever seen. I'll make sure to relay that information onto the Headmaster. Miss Foster, detention tomorrow, maybe you'll listen better tomorrow. Mr Potter, you will never speak lies in my classroom again. Better yet, do not speak in my classroom. You may leave."
I feel the waves of helplessness return and it drowns my head in cold panic. When will this ever end?
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"Hand."
I lift my hand obediently, and Umbridge prods at the words, sending armies of pain loose on the battlefield of my body.
"Perfect." she muses, as if admiring the Mona Lisa. "Now, I would like to make things very clear."
She leans forward in her throne.
"You are a worthless student. You are useless and disobedient and if I were Headmaster, I would have you sent on the first train back to London." I hold her gaze as she hisses these words, too scared of the consequences of looking anywhere but her.
"But, as I am not Headmaster," she smiles as if she just told a hilarious joke. "I have other plans. If you ever utter one word of lies, or one word of disobedience, I will make sure you are here in this office, everynight, for the rest of the year."
I see her gaze darken and I know she isn't lying. I know she would no doubt keep me here everyday if she could, disobedient words or no.
"Do I make myself clear?"
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Fanfiction➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ "One thing is always true. People are either good or evil, heaven or hell." These words have been spoken into my ears since a young age. They were burned into my brain until they stayed, plaguing ever thought and opinion that jumped...
