wild thing

❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ❜

"Well, good afternoon!" she said when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

"Is she mad?" Ron whispered.

"Petty little shit isn't she?" Marina spat.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles

"Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. "The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. Copy the following please."

"Basically, I'm a Ministry lover who thinks that teenagers shouldn't know the truth, has no experience with teaching or children, and still believes that Voldy is gone forever despite the death eaters at the World Cup last year!" mimicked Marina. Making Ron cackle into his sleeve.

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic
can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical
use.

For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course aims she said, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

"I think we'll try that again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply 'Yes, Professor Umbridge,' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," rang through the room.

"Good," said Professor Umbridge. "I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners.' There will be no need to talk."

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher's desk, observing them all with those pouchy toad's eyes.

Marina opened the book and started to read.

It was desperately dull, quite as bad as listening to Sir Cadogan.

Marina looked to Harry, (who undoubtedly looked quite handsome while reading. But she wasn't going to admit that) who wiggled his eyebrows to her, making Marina kick his leg.

After looking at Hermione, who both hadn't even opened their books.

She looked to Lavender and Ron, who both seemed to be reading, but bored out of their minds. And Pavarti seemed to be doodling more than reading.