"You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, correct?" She drawls, slowly walking behind him.
"Yes." He simply murmurs.
"But you were.. unsuccessful?" She asks in mock pity, looking at his hooked nose.
"....Obviously.."
You bite on the back of your hand, snickering quietly.
Umbridge walks out of the room a short moment later.
*Whack!*
You quietly groan and rub the back of your head, turning around to see that your Professor had hit you with a book.
"Detention.. 9:00am sharp. Do not be late."