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"Well, good afternoon, everyone!" said the short, squat woman dressed in bright, in-your-face pink, looking over the classroom with a sickeningly sweet smile.
The class was quiet when they entered the classroom; Umbridge, as yet, was an unknown entity, and nobody knew yet how strict of a disciplinarian she was likely to be.
"Good afternoon," said a few students while the other observed.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Pink, "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you to reply, 'Good afternoon Professor Umbridge.' One more time, children.. .. Good afternoon, class!"
Quinn, Marcus, and Eddie glanced at each other before shrugging.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.
"There, now," said Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."
Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order "wands away" had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Quinn, in expectation, hadn't taken out his wand and only had a notepad and his trusty fountain pen in front of him — neither of which, he thought, was going to come in much use today.
Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her wand, an unusually short wand, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:
>> Defense Against Dark Arts > An Ethical Guidance To Budding Wizards
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"Well, good afternoon, everyone!" said the short, squat woman dressed in bright, in-your-face pink, looking over the classroom with a sickeningly sweet smile.
The class was quiet when they entered the classroom; Umbridge, as yet, was an unknown entity, and nobody knew yet how strict of a disciplinarian she was likely to be.
"Good afternoon," said a few students while the other observed.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Pink, "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you to reply, 'Good afternoon Professor Umbridge.' One more time, children.. .. Good afternoon, class!"
Quinn, Marcus, and Eddie glanced at each other before shrugging.
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.
"There, now," said Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."
Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order "wands away" had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Quinn, in expectation, hadn't taken out his wand and only had a notepad and his trusty fountain pen in front of him — neither of which, he thought, was going to come in much use today.
Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her wand, an unusually short wand, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:
>> Defense Against Dark Arts > An Ethical Guidance To Budding Wizards
If you want to read ahead, you can check out my Patren @ https://www.patren.com/fictiononlyreader The link is also in the synopsis..-*-*-*-*-*-."Well, good afternoon, everyone!" said the short, squat woman dressed in bright, in-your-face pink, looking over the classroom with a sickeningly sweet smile.The class was quiet when they entered the classroom; Umbridge, as yet, was an unknown entity, and nobody knew yet how strict of a disciplinarian she was likely to be."Good afternoon," said a few students while the other observed."Tut, tut," said Professor Pink, "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you to reply, 'Good afternoon Professor Umbridge.' One more time, children.. .. Good afternoon, class!"Quinn, Marcus, and Eddie glanced at each other before shrugging."Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her."There, now," said Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order "wands away" had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Quinn, in expectation, hadn't taken out his wand and only had a notepad and his trusty fountain pen in front of him neither of which, he thought, was going to come in much use today.Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her wand, an unusually short wand, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once: Defense Against Dark Arts An Ethical Guidance To Budding Wizards
