➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 11 ➵

Eloise Foster

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I push open the heavy wooden door, entering the dark potions classroom to find it packed to the brim with students. More tables and chairs have been added and a steady hum of chatter fills the usually quiet room.

My eyes jump from table to table and I find my original seat next to Malfoy thankfully taken by another Slytherin.

"Eloise!" I hear a voice call out and I turn to see Hermione waving me over from the front of the class.

I weave my way through the busy crowd of students until I reach the table, occupied by some Gryffindors. I grab the only seat available, next to Ron and survey the room once more.

"Why so many students?" I ask, to no one in particular.

Harry's voice answers me, "They had to combine two classes for today, something about Snape being unavailable to teach our class."

I'm about to open my mouth to respond when the classroom door flies open, and in struts Snape, his black robes billowing behind him as usual. He wears his customary scowl on his face and he stops to survey the room briefly before walking to the front of the class.

"Now, as I am forced to take on more of you for today's class, there will be absolutely no talking," Snape says, his oily voice full of contempt.

Hermione's hand shoots up and Snape turns to the chalkboard, picking up a chalk.

"I don't believe I needed your input for this decision Miss Granger, put that hand down before it earns you a detention."

I look at Hermione and see her flushed face as snickers fill the room. She lowers her hand then meets my gaze and signals to the doorway with her head. I turn to see Umbridge peeking around the corner, her pink outfit bright against the stone corridor.

I raise my hand and Snape's turns, his eyes flashing in anger, "Miss Foster, need I remind you that you already have suffered multiple detentions with Mr. Potter, are you truly aching for another?"

I don't drop my hand as I hold his stare, and he finally caves, "What is so important?"

"I believe Professor Umbridge would like to speak with you, sir," I make sure to keep my voice normal on the "sir", knowing Snape wouldn't hesitate to give me detention.

Snape looks past me and his eyebrows jump slightly when he notices Umbridge.

"Nobody move a finger," Snape growls as he struts over to the doorway.

I whisper to Ron, my eyes still fixed on the corner of Snape's robe that I can see, "Why do you reckon she's here?

"I don't know, she probably has a crush on Snape or something," he says casually.

I smile, suppressing the laugh that wants to bubble over as I say, "Wow, they would be perfect together, wouldn't they?"

Ron smiles, "Oh definitely, can't you just imagine their wedding? The color combo would be pink and black, and the crowd would be full of Umbridge's toad family."

"And Umbridge's wedding dress would be neon pink, with a matching hat...." I continue.

"Oh and don't forget the wedding favors," Ron says.

"Hmm... what would they be? Oh I know," I say and I look at Ron who grins.

"Quills," we say simultaneously and we both burst into laughs, unable to contain ourselves.

"Weaselbee and Foster! The perfect combination!" I hear Malfoy's cold voice from across the room and I realize a good amount of the people are watching us.