The Wrong Twin

50

<3rd POV>

The week after the start of Hogwarts was going by normally. Normally. Well, as normal as you can ever expect and get in Hogwarts. 

There was a definite buzz in the Slytherin's 4th year on a Friday morning. They were much more noisier than usual, but the noise still cannot compete with the Gryffindor or the Hufflepuff table.

Maybe it was because Friday was their first DADA class without Sirius and Remus. The Slytherins were definitely upset with the change, but after hearing rumors about the rise of Tom Riddle, they were pleased.

On the other hand, Umbridge seemed like a complete idiot. Considering the way she dresses (all pink and frills), the fact that she was from the ministry (Sirius had sent a letter about her background), and the way she stared at Evelyn Potter like she was the queen of the world.

Even the god damn classroom was pink. Harry couldn't help but cringe at the sudden blast of pink that erupted in front of him as he opened the door to the DADA classroom.

"Eugh, who throwed up here?" Daphne looked disgusted at the table filled with pink frills. The classroom was just like Umbridge.

"Looks like a giant pink sparkly glittery elephant exploded here." Blaise commented, pushing past Harry to grab a seat at the back of the classroom. 

"How would you know that?" Draco teased, already knowing the answer.

The Weasley twins had sneaked into the Zabini's manor with the help of Draco and Harry. The four then started on a prank that would scare the living daylights out of Blaise. They transfigured a table into a pink sparkly glittery elephant. Harry then charmed the elephant using a charm he had founded in one of Rowena's intensive libraries. (Rowena had used that exact charm to prank Godric, who was being his usual loud self).

Blaise shuddered at the memory of spending nearly three hours to clean up the mess in his room after the elephant exploded.

The rest of them quickly entered the room, choosing the seats at the very back of the classroom, to get as far as away from the pink explosion.

"What'd you think Umbridge would teach us? I dont think she's better than Moody." Harry asked.

"But isn't Moody under Dumbledore?" Blaise piped up, asking the question that has been a rumor all around the Slytherin house. Many snakes thought that Mad-Eye was a spy for Dumbledore since James was no longer a teacher at Hogwarts. (the narcissistic adult- no, child- was now working in the ministry having a fancy long title, but Harry couldn't remember it).

"Most probably." Daphne leaned against the table, to reach under her table and grab the books from her bag that she had propped against the table leg. 

The door to the classroom opened with a bang as the rest of the students filtered in groups of 2s, 3s, and 4s. The class was taken with Gryffindors, even though it wasn't unexpected. Slytherins and Gryffindors had always taken DADA even since Hogwarts was started.

Harry remembered that Salazar and Godric were two amazing duelers, who would duel with one another any time of the day. It would always end up with a tie, with one of the remaining founders, mostly Helena, calling them to stop dueling after an hour or so.

He emerged from his thoughts just in time for Umbridge to enter the room, heels clicking on the cold stone floor.

click click click-

before it came to a sudden stop in front of the teacher's desk. 

Umbridge stood right in front of it, a nasal smile on her face, looking rather pleased at the order of the class, Gryffindor on one side, and Slytherin on the other.