"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."― Nicole Krauss, "The History of Love"
| George Weasley |
| Prisoner of Azkaban -Deathly Hallows part 2 |
| Sequel to 'S...
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HAZEL LUPIN AND HARRY POTTER begrudgingly made their way towards their Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The pair were almost dragging their feet across the floor as they neared the room. Hazel couldn't help the strange feeling that settled in her stomach when they walked through the doors and her dark eyes snapped to Umbridge's closed office door.
"You alright?" Harry questioned, noticing the uncomfortable look on her face.
Hazel snapped out of her trance and nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," She told him, sending him the most convincing smile she could, "Let's get this over and done with, eh?"
Harry nodded as he took the lead up the stone steps. As soon as he reached the top his knuckles came in contact with the wooden door. He knocked three times before Professor Umbridge's shrill voice told them to come in.
The two teens shared one last annoyed look before Harry reached for the door-handle, twisting it open.
Loud meowing was heard from inside and Hazel couldn't help but smirk to herself; she knew she wasn't going crazy. The brunette followed Harry inside and as soon as she walked through the threshold she wanted to puke. The entire office was completely different to how Remus kept it and now it was covered from head to toe in pink. Even the chairs Umbridge had inside were a pastel pink colour. Hazel couldn't help it as her eyes took in the unfortunate scene in front of her. It looked like a four year old girl that had just discovered the colour pink. Although, Hazel couldn't figure out what was worse; the pinkness of everything or the hundreds of pink porcelain plates hanging around the room, each of them with a different kitten on.
Two small desks were placed right in front of Umbridge's large one, and Hazel couldn't help but sigh in relief when she spotted that they were a normal brown colour rather than pink. Umbridge pointed to the two seats and with slight hesitation, Harry and Hazel both sat down.
"You'll be doing lines for me today, Miss. Lupin, Mr. Potter," Professor Umbridge said, a sickly-sweet smile was plastered on her face. It really contrasted with the sinister look she held in her ice-blue eyes.
Hazel and Harry shared a relieved look, at least the punishment was easy, Hazel thought to herself.Both of them reached for their bags - which they had placed on the ground as soon as they sat down - when Umbridge stopped them, "Oh no. You'll be using some of my quills."
The nervous feeling suddenly crept back into Hazel's stomach as she shared a puzzled look with Harry before they turned to Umbridge, watching her carefully as she grabbed two extravagant looking quills from her drawer and placed them in front of the two pupils.
