Chapter 5 : First Day Blues - Part II
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- Edith Sitwell
Everyone looked around the room in shock. Lavender actually screamed – if it wasn’t such a serious situation I would let out an evil laugh. I had only ever heard his name uttered a couple of times, and it still chilled me to the bone every time. And to hear it said so bluntly. No terror, no tremble, no falter - just harsh and detached.
For a moment, it seemed like Professor Umbridge was sizing him up, but she then relaxed, took ten points off Gryffindor and stated, “Now, let me make a few things quite plain.”
The change in her tone was definitely scaring me now, if it hadn’t before. “You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead – this is a lie.”
The argument escalated until Umbridge gave Harry a detention - like that was going to win this long discussion for her. Also, she added that anyone who was hearing any accusations of You-Know-Who returning should report to her, as she would gladly sort it out. I was sure that she would. However, it was very unlikely that this little speech was going to recruit any Gryffindor spies. To finish it off, she sent us back to or reading, and said that we were ‘friends’. Eww.
To be honest, I thought the argument would have ended there. I was convinced that she had managed to shut him up for now. However, Harry had not finished, in fact, he was out to shock us even further.
“So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?”
Amy looked like she was about to faint, but she soon regained her composure and watched the scene with eyes that seemed like they belonged to a hawks. Magda, Bella and I watched Umbridge’s answer slowly.
“Cedric Diggory’s death was a tragic accident.”
Harry looked like he was about to punch Umbridge at any second, and that’s when it was once again proclaimed that Cedric was murdered. To this, Umbridge told Harry to report to McGonagall’s office. Now she was just being mean. No teacher has actually gotten in my way of admiring Harry before. Unbelievable. Silently, Harry took it and stormed out of the classroom. Everyone looked around at each other cautiously, not sure what to say.
“Now then, if you – and you are?” Umbridge looked like she was ready to burst.
I thought for a second that she was looking at me, but I looked at Amy, and I had a feeling that no good was going to come from this.
“Amy McGregor, Professor.”
“And your question about the reading, dear?”
“It’s not about the reading. It’s about what Harry said –”
“Now, I have kindly listened all these little –” Umbridge smiled widely, “theories. However, the facts have been stated and –”
“Actually, I don’t think they all have.”
Looking at her incredulously. “Oh?”
“If you know everything about what happened, then how did Cedric die?”
Everyone looked around the room. It was probably true to say that nobody was quite sure what exactly happened. To be honest, I didn’t want to ask. But then again, I didn’t want to know.
“Now, really, Miss McGregor, this will –”
“No, I want to know.” I had never seen such anger in Amy’s eyes. True, I had seen her when she was angry, but never like this. “I want to know how Cedric died. Are you insinuating that he tripped on his shoelaces or something?”
“Now this is a very poor way to -”
“Don’t you dare!” growled Amy. “A poor way to what? Because so far as I’m concerned, saying that it was an accident is a poor way to talk about his death. He was a martyr –” She broke into sobs but once again composed herself. “- and I’ll be damned if you take that way from me. I will not be told about such matters such as You-Know-Who’s return by a giant, pink, marshmallow!”
“Miss McGregor. I shall see you –”
“In detention? Sure. And you don’t need to kick me out.” Collecting her bags and turning around, she shouted, “I know where the door is.”
Professor Umbridge looked completely shocked. Now that was a moment I wished I could frame. In fact, I think it was Magda who took a picture from under the desk. I told her that she’d appreciate me getting her that camera.
Nobody had really spoken about Amy’s actions, because Harry’s had much more of an effect. I think Amy was slightly relieved, to be honest, because we found her after class sobbing hysterically in an abandoned girls bathroom.
We heard a cackled and looked up. Moaning Myrtle was circling above us. “Language.”
“It’s not our fault you died before you were old enough to use any swear words,” spat Magda.
Screaming, Myrtle retreated. Looking at her with a certain amount of shock, Magda explained, “I know it’s harsh, but the only way to get rid of her is to piss her off. She doesn’t care about privacy.”
“I mean, what’s the point in denying it? I just – hate her. I’m never going to Defence Against the Dark Arts again, not while she’s teaching it. I know that it’s my OWLs and I can’t technically leave, but I can’t just sit there while she’s teaching and talking about how it wasn’t true.”
Bella looked at her calmly. “You have to. Nobody likes her. The whole lesson was complete fluff. And I know that what she… what she said about Cedric about dumb, but you have to face the facts.”
“And what’s that? Do you think that she’s right?”
“Of course not! What I’m saying is that the people who believe differently to her are currently the minority. If you want to keep getting yourself into detention, then go ahead.”
Amy didn’t say anything for a second, but seemed like she was fighting back more tears. Honestly, the girl’s too emotional for her own good sometimes. It’s as if her emotions are set at random, or something.
“S’pose,” she finally said, “but if she pushes me too far…”
“Pathetic, if you asked me.” I had forgotten that anyone else could come into this bathroom. You usually assume that it’s your safe haven; that only you and your friends can be together without interruption. So I didn’t expect our bitch of the month, Lavender Brown and her friend, Parvati, to waltz in, giggling like crazy.
They then stopped when they spotted the four of us and smiled politely, and became silent. Out of all the ways to try to cover up the fact that they were talking about us, that had to be the worst one possible. Now who could be the victim? Amy, for what happened in Defence Against the Dark Arts? Bella, because of Seamus? Or me and Magda, because they just hate us?
“How are you, Anne?”
Goodie. It was me.
“Just fine, thanks,” I replied coldly. “You?”
“I’m fine. Won’t believe who I bumped into, though?”
Bella, Amy and Magda were watching me almost as carefully as Lavender was. Glancing back at Parvati for a brief second, she turned back to me and said, “Adrian Pucey. He’s looking for you.”
Lavender was biting her bottom lip, clearly trying to conceal a smirk. I held up my head up high, even though my hands were slightly shivering. “Oh, is he now?”
“You two were together, right? Last year.”
“Yes.” Well, to be fair, we were actually together, a lot of the time. I wouldn’t exactly claim that it was what she meant, but still.
Parvati tried to look calm, but I could tell that she was shivering with excitement. “Funny, he never actually called you his girlfriend, did he? Although, I did hear it was certainly an… intimate relationship…”
Hitting her friend on the shoulder, Lavender looked just as amused as Parvati did. Bella stood up from her kneeling position, and Magda was searching for her wand, while Amy sat there with her mouth hung open.
I lifted my hand, which managed to get the other three to relax. I didn’t actually figure that it would work, but that was so cool that it did! It made me feel like the leader of the pack or something. That’s right, Lavender Brown, I have a pack! I don’t think they would appreciate me calling it my pack, though, so I’ll just keep that one to myself.
Drifting back to reality, I retorted, “True. Pucey and I were certainly hot and heavy, as you were refraining from saying. However,” I continued, “I got asked out by Roger Davies in my third-year, had a thing with Pucey in forth, had O –“ Oh, we’re not going there, “- and I’m now dating George Weasley. You,” I motioned my head towards Lavender, “went to the Yule Ball with Seamus, but then lost him to my friend over here, and you,” I then turned to Parvati, “were asked out, yes, by Harry Potter, but as a last resort, and I heard he didn’t show the slightest bit of interest in you on the occasion.”
They looked at me with a certain amount of shock. Not getting any reply, I continued to say, “So, you can imply all you want about how I’m a slut or whatever, and say it to whoever you want to, see if I care. But the fact is, no man even wanted an intimate relationship like that with either of you.” I was hoping as I said this that Seamus had not suddenly decided to admit his newfound crush yet.
They both stormed into a cubicle each, slamming the door behind them. It was one of those moments where I could truly be proud of myself – minus the fact that I wasn’t too proud of the first two things in the first place.
As we walked out, Bella said, “Anne, I’m impressed.”
“Yeah, I thought you were going to say something stupid then.” Thanks a bunch. “But you really got to them.”
“I think Pucey – no matter how much we hate him – made you a new woman. A new, angry, better looking, confident woman.”
That was better than the description they would have probably given me last year: the desperate lanky thing that stalked Harry. Why were they even friends with me again? Oh yeah, the funny thing.
“What do you mean ‘better looking’? Was I ugly or something before?” I joked to remove any tension from the fact that I was secretly loving it. A new me. It’s not someone you get the chance to be everyday, you know?
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