“Professor but what exactly are you insinuating?!” Umbridge’s voice sounded from outside of the staircase. Kathleen and I looked at each other before we got up and joined other students on their way out to see what was happening. George and Fred stood a few feet from the door, watching as Umbridge and McGonagall walked up the marble staircase. We walked over and I placed myself next to George.
“I am nearly requesting that when it comes to my students, you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices.” McGonagall argued as they both stopped walking halfway up the stairs. I knew instantly what this was about and automatically grabbed George’s hand.
“So silly of me but it sounds as if you’re questioning my authority in my own classroom, Minerva.” “Not at all, Dolores.” Professor McGonagall talked back. “Merely your medieval methods.”
“I am sorry dear but to question my practices is to question the Ministry and by extension the minister himself. I am a tolerant woman but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty.”
McGongall looked stunned as she took a step down the stairs, staring straight at Umbridge. “Disloyalty.” She scoffed lightly.
Umbridge took a step up and turned to look over all the students that had watched their little argument. “Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared. Cornelius Fudge will want to take immediate action.”
With that said, she turned around and walked up while McGonagall went the other way.
“Immediate action?” Kathleen questioned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know.” I replied. “But I don’t believe it’s anything that would benefit any of us.”
“I don’t think this year″ll be better than the last.” She honestly told me and I shrugged.
“Probably not.” I said, letting out a sigh. “Whatever. I don’t have time to think about that right now. I need to go write a letter so I can have it sent by tonight.”
I let go of George’s hand and hurried up the staircase, leaving the area of the great hall.
Molly had sent me a letter yesterday, mainly asking me how things were and wanting to make sure that George and Fred weren’t getting into too much trouble.
As I got to the common room and sat myself down by the table with a piece of parchment and my quill, the painting opened again and in walked George.
“Who’re you writing to?”
“Your mum.” I said as I dipped the quill in some black ink.
“My mum?” He repeated as he sat down across from me. “She’s been writing you?”
“She writes me every months. Has been for the past few years.” “Why?”
“Why do you think?” I chuckled. “To make sure you and Fred behave but also to know how we’re doing and it seems like you two are a bit too busy sometimes to write her back.”
“We might have to do better on that part.” He admitted before he stood up and slowly moved behind me. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of me on the table and I felt him press a kiss to right under my jawline as he whispered. “Traitor.”
I chuckled as he bit my earlobe, trying to act all tough with me when it in reality just made him even more adorable.
“Telling on us to our own mother.” He commented as I noticed he read what I had written. “Such a traitor you are, my love.”
I smirked but didn’t reply. George continued to watch as I wrote the letter to his mum while he stayed close the me and kept planting kisses on either my jawline or my neck.
“Are you bored?” I asked. I tilted my head to give him more access and I knew he appreciated it because he started smiling against my skin.
“No.” He whispered in reply as he started loosening my tie. “Just wanting to keep you company.”
“Well I like this type of company.” I smiled as I wrote my signature at the bottom of the parchment. The ink just needed to dry now before I folded the parchment to send it.
George placed a hand on the chair, the other one still resting on the table as he was hovered over me, looking straight into my eyes. “Do you want to know one of the reasons I love you?”
“Sure.” I smiled.
“It seems silly but you always say; George and Fred instead of; Fred and George like everyone else.”
My smile grew as I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I planted a soft kiss on his lips before I turned to fold the parchment.
“It’s not silly.” I told him. “It’s adorable.”