In love with a Weasley (Charlie Weasley)

OOTP 9

Lesson's dragged the following day as Umbridges detention got closer. As I sit down for dinner between the twins I hear Angelina's voice. 

"Oy, Potter!" I turn to see it's aimed at Harry.

"What now?" I hear him mutter wearily as he turns to face Angelina, who looked as though she was in a towering temper. 

"I'll tell you what now," she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. "How come you've landed yourself in detention for five o'clock on Friday?"

 "What?" said Harry. "Why . . . oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!" 

"Now he remembers!" snarled Angelina. I'd hate to be Harry right now I look at the twins who both seem to be matching my opinion on the matter "Didn't I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone? Didn't I tell you I'd booked the Quidditch pitch especially? And now you've decided you're not going to be there!" 

"I didn't decide not to be there!" Harry said "I got detention from that Umbridge woman, just because I told her the truth about You-Know-Who"

"Well, you can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday," Angelina said fiercely, "and I don't care how you do it, tell her You-Know-Who's a figment of your imagination if you like, just make sure you're there!" She stormed away. 

"You know what?" Harry said to Ron and Hermione as they entered the Great Hall. "I think we'd better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood's been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit." 

"What d'you reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Friday?" Ron said skeptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. 

"Less than zero," Harry said glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and starting to eat.

"I'd say even less than that" I tell him.

 "Better try, though, hadn't I? I'll offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno" He swallowed a mouthful of potato and added, "I hope she doesn't keep me too long this evening. You realize we've got to write three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a countercharm for Flitwick, finish the bowtruckle drawing, and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney?"

"I'm sure it won't be that long, I pretty much live in detention it's never that bad" He looks at me 

At five to five Harry and I tell all the others good-bye before setting off for Umbridge's office on the third floor. When he knocked on the door we hear her say 

"Come in," in a sugary voice. We send each other a look before entering cautiously, looking around. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolor kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. "Good evening, Miss Potter and Mr. Potter." She was wearing a luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her. 

"Evening," Harry said stiffly whilst I just glare at her slightly. 

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing toward two small tables draped in lace beside which she had drawn up two straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on each table, apparently waiting for us. 

"Er," Harry said, without moving as I go and sit down "Professor Umbridge? Er before we start, I-I wanted to ask you a . . . a favour." Her bulging eyes narrowed. 

"Oh yes?" 

"Well I'm . . . I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five o'clock on Friday and I was — was wondering whether I could skip detention that night and do it — do it another night . . . instead . . ."