“He’s coming! Run!” Fred shouted and in a second, all four of us sprinted down the hallway to hide. We had actually managed to get Kathleen to join us on one of the prank on Filch.
This time we filled every drawer and closet in his office with dirt while putting glue on the entire room so when he tried to empty the dirty onto the floor, it would get stuck. The same if it hit the walls or the desk.
We hid behind the same wall as we always did and now just waited for his outburst. When we heard Filch scream in anger, George quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, knowing I wouldn’t be able to contain my laughter.
It was always the same. I’d find it so hilarious to hear Filch freak out over our prank and I always had a loud laugh so George knew exactly when to keep me quiet.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Kathleen hissed in a whisper and Fred smirked, nudging her with his shoulder.
“It’s fun, isn’t it?” “You’re delusional.”
“I always have been.” He whispered, his eyes then growing wide and we all turned to see Professor Umbridge, smiling in satisfaction.
“I reckon you four are the reason for Mr Filch’s little outburst?” She said but none of us answered. “If you are not here when I get back from checking on him, your punishment will be much more severe than it already is.”
She walked around the corner and Kathleen let out a whimper as she dramatically jumped in place.
“See? Now we’re getting detention by the pink devil!” She complained. “My dad is going to kill me.”
“You have to admit that it was fun.” George said, making Kathleen glare at him. “I don’t have to do such thing.”
When Umbridge came back, Filch luckily wasn’t with him but her eyes immediately landed on me and I felt quite scared from her stare.
“Detention at five o’clock in my office... Miss Blossom.”
Then she turned around and left. I pushed myself away from the wall, turning around to look at the three of them.
“Wait.” I spoke, watching their confused faces. “Why did I get detention for something we all did?”
“That’s odd.” George muttered, pushing himself away from the wall as well, looking in the direction that Umbridge had walked.
“I knew she hated me.” I said. “At the feast, she looked at me like I had killed her dog— or cat in
this case. I don’t know her so I don’t know why she hates me so much.”
“Maybe you saw wrong.” Fred suggested. “She can’t possibly hate you if she doesn’t know you.”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “What I do know is that we all played that prank on Filch, yet she chooses to punish me for it.”
“I’ll join you.” George said, still looking down the hallway. “I’ll just find a way to—”
“Don’t bother.” I breathed. “It’s five in like ten minutes. I’ll just go now so I guess I’ll see you at dinner.”
I walked off, leaving my friends who were all just confused as me. This was totally unfair. Giving me detention for something I was only a part of.
When I got to Umbridge’s office, I knocked on the door and entered when she called for me to come in.
Her office was bad. Really bad. Walls were pink, the carpet was pink. Curtains, chairs and sofa was pink. Their was a brown table in the middle where she sat and Harry sat in one of the other chairs.
“Miss Blossom.” Umbridge said. “Take a seat.”
I closed the door behind me and walked over, sliding into the seat next to Harry.
“You’re going to be doing some lines for me today Mr Potter and Miss Blossom.” Umbridge told us. As Harry reached into his bag, she stopped him. “No, not with your quill. Going to be using a rather special one of mine.
She stood up and found some parchment, placing a piece in front of each of us before finding two quills, placing one on each parchment.
“Now, Mr Potter, let’s start with you.” She said, standing by his chair. “I want you to write; I must not tell lies.”
“How many times?” Harry asked in a bored tone.
“Let’s say... for as long as it takes for the message to sink it.” She said and then moved on to me. “You Miss Blossom will be writing; I must not do pranks.”
Umbridge took a few steps before Harry turned. “You haven’t given us any ink.” “Oh you won’t need any ink.”
Harry and I exchanged a glance before we each started writing our lines on our own piece of parchment.
When I was halfway through the first sentence, my hand started to itch. I automatically stretched it a bit to try and make it go away but it got more and more intense to the point where it actually hurt. When I looked at it, my skin was reddening and words were starting to form. The same words I had written on the parchment. I looked at Harry and the exact same thing had happened to him. He let out a hiss and then he noticed the writing on his hand.
“Yes?” Umbridge asked, walking back to stand in front of us. She looked at both of us, watching
our faces as we stared up at her.
“Nothing.” Harry said as I quickly looked down at my hand again. It was hurting so bad. Felt like someone had carved into me with a knife.
“That’s right.” Professor Umbridge said. “Because you know deep down, you deserve to be punished.”