HOGWARTS CHARACTERS X READER/CHARACTERS

UMBRIDGE

(A/n)
I fucking hate this character so you'll never see me write positively abt her✋💀
But I just wanted to specify this isn't a platonic/romantic/parental type one shot. I just love the idea of a student being very sassy with her.

READERS POV

I walked into my OWL class with professor Umbridge, I wasn't very excited about this class in particular because I hated her with a burning passion. I know a lot of what she does comes from a "good place", at least in her mind, but that didn't change the fact that the way she was teaching wasn't going to help us prepare to use magic.

I continued to spiral down with the thoughts of how terrible Profesor Umbridge teaching methods were when the door to her office was opened, inside you could feintly see just how much of her room was pink before the door closed. 'Barbie wannabe.' I couldn't help but bitterly think as a snarl overtook my face as she walked down the steps.

She seemed to have noticed my face because by the time she made it down to the bottom of the stairs she cleared her throat and looked me dead in the eyes, "Is there a problem Mx/Miss/Mister (L/n)?" Her overly high pitched and squeaky voice made me flinch. I couldn't help but pause for a moment, wondering if she genuinely wanted me to answer. "Was that rhetorical?" I couldn't help but ask, genuinely curious if she wanted to know what I was thinking.

She sighed, giving me a pitiful smile before walking over to her desk, her heals clicking on the floor and echoing off the walls as she did so, once she reached the front of the desk she half sat/half leaned on it. "Of course not, please tell me what's on your mind." It was very clear by her tone of voice that's not what she really wanted to say... but what she really wanted and what she verbalized were two different things.

"I don't really think your teaching styles are sufficient for real life." I stated quite plainly, there's was audible gasps among the students in the room and light gossip at what I said. If you thought Professor Umbridge smile was already forced before she walked out, then you should have seen her smile then and there. She had even tightened her hands around the desk to the point her knuckles were starting to match her outfit.

"Well dear, I don't think it's very wise to say stuff like that," she ended up pushing herself off the desk before paceing around the front of the room. "Afterall, the only thing I'm doing is fulfilling the wishes of the ministry and if you don't belive in the changes I'm making-" throughout her speech she started speaking faster until she paused; not only in her words but her actions as well.

"Then you might as well be saying you don't agree with the ministry."

I hummed in acknowledgement at her words. "Ya know, I never thought of it like that.." her smile suddenly became a little less forced after the first half of my statement. "But now that you point it out I guess I am saying that." The pensil in Umbridges hand was snapped in half. "And why would you do that?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"It just doesn't make sense, all of these disappearings are happening and suddenly you want us to stop practicing magic? That's rather strange... unless there's something bigger going on than what the ministry has explained to us-" before I could continue Umbridge interrupted me while yelling.

"Stop! Stop!... stop." She acted like a child, stomping her feet. "Get out of my classroom (l/n). And I want to see you after dinner for detention."

I couldn't help but smile at this news. "Fine by me Umbridge." She looked even more pissed at me while I got my stuff together. "That is Profesor Umbridge to you!" She yelled, her face going red. "Hmm, and it's Mx/Miss/Mister (l/n) to you as well." I commented, smiling at my teacher before swinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out of the room, semi-satisfied at the events which unfolded.
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It was now dinner time and i was eating with my friends, enjoying myself. That was until I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and was bombarded with the color pink; i remember the fact I had detention and my smile quickly fell.

"I believe you owe me some of your time Miss/Mister/Mx. (L/n)." Her smile was smug and I so badly wish I could wipe it off her face... however I decided to not worsen my punishment, I stood up and followed her out the Great Hall and to her classroom. From there she took me to her office.

As I looked around I noticed she had plates as decore all over her walls with little kittens on them. The walls were also painted pink with a bunch of pink/champagne color furniture. It was sickening to look at.

"Now (l/n), why don't you come sit right here." Umbrige asked, placing a piece of paper on the desk beside hers before she looked at me with an expecting look, even going as far as following my every movement in her office.

Once I say down she placed a quill on the desk, before speaking she started walking towards her window behind me. "Do me a favor and write 'I will not disrespect or disregard the opinions of my elders'" I couldn't help but role my eyes... although her punishment was a lot less harsh than anything Snape would assign.

"Ink?" I questioned, only for a huff of a laugh to escape her mouth. "You don't need any ink." I knew she held a smug smile as she said it, which in turn made me question the magical abilities of this quill; but ignoring her egotistical tone I started writing what she asked.

Suddenly my arm started to tingle, almost like an itchy feeling..like a mosquito bite, and yet as I continued writing the light itchy feeling turned to a burning sensation which quickly escalated in severity.

By the time I finished the sentence off with a period it was a seering pain, I rolled up my sleeve and looked at my arm to see the words I had just written engraved on my arm. 'This fucking bitch.' I sneered to myself.

"Is there a problem dear?" I heard from behind me, instead of letting the lady see the pain I was in; as I would NEVER give this masochistic the PLEASURE of seeing me in a weakened state, I smiled as best I could and looked back at the pinky pie wannabe. "Not at all."

She gave me a strained smile and walked around to the side of me, she then bent down to my level, neither of us daring to break eye contact. "Right, because deep down... you know you deserve it."

My smile widened. "No, i don't think anyone deserves to be the poor victim which gets you off. I just like the pain." Umbridge gasped and stood up, opening and closing her mouth multiple times trying to form a coherent sentence. I had the smuggest smile on my face as I turned back to my paper and started writing again, feeling the unbelieve pain shoot down my arm again.

"Maybe you should work with the older kids? Afterall, most of us are minors." I paused my writing for a second, making eye contact with Umbridge once more. "Unless that's something you're into."

I felt a sense of pride overcome me as I saw the look on her red face, a mixture of embarrassment and full blown rage.

"I have never in all my years of working had someone disrespect me in such a way!" She yelled. "You will be taking your detention work to Professor Snape!" She yelled, pointing at the door. I couldn't help but laugh, "Sure." I grabbed all my things, including the paper and quill. I went to give the quill back but she outright denied.

"No!" She yelled "Keep it and get out!" I nodded at her, "Sure thing." I knew the disrespect threw her off the edge, she lifted her hands up, to do what only she knew, before stopping. I took that as my final cue to leave before opening the door.

Right as I was going to shut it I yelled out a "bye Umbridge" before closing the door. I only got half way down the steps before I could hear things being thrown and broken in her office.

I snickered before running out of the classroom and into my fathers, very excited about what punishments she would receive. I even have the paper and quill to prove the torture she has caused the children of this school to go through.