One and Only ; George Weasley

Chapter 54

“Can I see your homework for potions class?” George asked as we walked towards the great hall the next morning.

I handed him my textbook and he opened it, scrolling through it until he got to the last page I had written on.

“You should start doing your homework.” I told him as we reached the end of the stairs.

“You’re probably right.” he chuckled. “But why do my homework when I can read yours and prepare myself that way?”

I chuckled, shaking my head at him. “I need to know what to answer if Snape asks a question.”

“You’d know what to answer if you did your homework.” I told him. He nudged me with his shoulder, laughing lightly as if I was being ridiculous.

When we reached the doors to the great hall, some students were gathered, watching as Filch put something up on the wall.

“What’s going on?” I asked, causing George to look up, closing the textbook. Kathleen and Fred we’re watching it too, standing by the marble staircase.

“Guys.” I spoke when we reached them. “What is Filch doing?”

“Putting up educational decrees.” Kathleen told me. “Umbridge’s work.”

I frowned and then saw Filch start to hang up another frame.

“What kind of decrees?” George asked.

“Dunno.” Fred replied. When Filch finished, he walked away and George handed me my textbook before pushing through the crowd to read what it said inside both frames.

“Umbridge is going to ruin our final year, isn’t she?” Kathleen asked, earning a nod from both Fred and I.

When George came back, we all looked up at him, seeing his annoyed facial expression.

“The first one is saying that Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts high inquisitor, meaning that she has a lot more power.”

“And the second one?” Fred questioned.

“Students are not allowed to discuss the events of last year.” He said. “If she catches anyone doing so, they’ll be punished.”

“What?” I scoffed. “That’s bloody ridiculous. So she wants people to just bottle up their emotions and fears? A boy was killed. The Dark Lord returned and then this pink devil shows up and acts like a dumb bitch, telling us what we can and can’t talk about.”

“You should probably stop talking.” Fred suggested, making me look at him with a frown.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it? She just shows up on Hogwarts with her old annoying voice and her stupid rule!” I exclaimed, pointing towards the frames on the wall.

“Seriously, Liz.” George whispered. “Stop talking.”

I looked at him in confusion before a familiar voice sounded behind me. “That’ll be one week of detention, Miss Blossom. Five o’clock in my office.”

And then she walked away, leaving me embarrassed and angry at the same time.

“Tried to warn you.” Fred said, looking over his shoulder as Umbridge walked away. “Who wears that much of the same color?”

“You’re not going up there at five.” George told me.

“What other choice so I have? I’ve got one week of detention and it’s only gonna get worse if I don’t show up.”

“Look what she did to you the last time!” He spoke, gesturing towards my hand. “It’s barely healed!”

“What do you think she’s gonna do to her if she stays away from detention?” Kathleen asked. “None of us like what she’s doing but it’s only going to get worse.”

“Exactly.” I agreed. “And it’s going to hurt just as much but I need to get it over with. Let’s just get to breakfast so we can eat before classes.”

I turned around on my heal and walked into the great hall to the Gryffindor table. I sat down and shortly after, my friends followed, George sitting next to me while Kathleen and Fred sat on the other side.

“You shouldn’t have to take this.” George told me, looking at me as I started taking some food, preparing it for myself. “Let’s go to Dumbledore about it.”

“We already went to McGonagall and she couldn’t do anything. Umbridge is hired by the Ministry. She works for them so she has more power than any professor or headmaster.”

George folded his arms on the table, looking down as he looked like he was thinking about something. I looked at Fred who sat across from me and we exchanged a glance before both looking at George again.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Georgie.” I said and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” he scoffed. “The woman is torturing you.”

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