𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

58

SOLACE

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The room got deadly quiet when Umbridge appeared in front of us with her annoying smile and superiority.

She started a stupid speech about how incorrect and unacceptable our behaviour had been while all of us pretended to listen to her until she finally said the phrase we were going to have carved in our skin. I started to write it down, hearing already some of the grunts from the students who never had detention with Umbridge before and who were experiencing that sort of pain for the first time.

"Ms Arambella, " she called me, approaching my desk. "I reckon that your punishment has to be a little bit more disciplinary than the rest. You not only had the chance more than once to confess about what was happening but also you betrayed your House's loyalty;" she tutted, pretending to be offended. "I'm afraid you will have an extra sentence to... write down."

"That's unfair!" Harry protested, glaring at Umbridge.

"You are just inventing excuses by now," George added, clicking his tongue.

"Shut up, everyone," the woman mumbled, drawling, still with her eyes on me. "Ms Arambella, I want you to write down 'I am the daughter of a Death Eater.' So you do not forget anymore where your actual place is."

A cynic smile appeared on my face. This fucking bitch is tempting my patience...

"You can't do that!" Liv protested, slamming the quill against the table.

"That has nothing to do with Dumbledore's Army," Fred spat. I wanted to turn around to look at him, but I was having a silent war of looks with Umbridge, challenging her, and I wasn't planning to lose it. "And you have no right to shame Lilith for who her mother is... Nobody should have ever had it."

I could feel his eyes on my back, burning me, and I almost flinched in my seat at his words. Was this a weird way to apologise for everything in the past years?

"If you make Lilith write that down-" Harry started, but I interrupted him.

"It's 'kay, lads. I'll do it, no one wants me to forget who my family is, right Professor?" I smiled cynically again, playing with my quill between my hurt hand.

She lowered herself to leave her face right in front of me and even though I wanted to step away from her, I remained firm.

"What would a half-breed whore know about family?" she whispered in my face, and I, mentally, keeping the exact face expression, started to imagine myself cursing her. She got back to her previous position. "You already heard me, Ms Arambella. Hope this teaches you discipline once and for all."

Snorting a fake chuckle, I started to write down, trying not to focus on the words and keeping my mind in a complete blank. The last thing I wanted was to think about my mother.

After an entire hour in which we kept silently opening our hands with the quills, that bitch finally let us go. I was feeling numb and a bit dizzy because of how much my two hands hurt but I was happy to know that I managed to keep my rage under control.

As we were getting out of the room, Liv's hand surrounded mine, putting something in my hand.

"Why are you giving me this?" I questioned, looking at the little herb.

"It's camomille, it heals faster the wounds," she said, caressing her own hurt hand.

I shook my head. "Liv, it's yours, you also need it."

"I'm not the one with two wounds. Lilith, please ignore what that horrible woman said, your actual place is as far from the Death Eaters as possible. They're no longer part of you, actually, they never were."