𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

xxxiii

" High Inquisitor," said Eurielle sourly, slamming the paper down on the Ravenclaw Table, " This is such bullshit,"

Luna nodded, " She inspected my class in muggle studies just yesterday, it was quite unpleasant," she said flipping through the quibbler.

Eurielle nodded, " I bet," she said moodily before taking a bite out of her toast, " I have her class today and I'm not ready to drag on through another bloody chapter,"

The blonde once again, nodded, " Yes, I wish Professor Lupin had stayed, he was an excellent teacher," she said dreamily, " Too bad he had to be a werewolf,"

Eurielle shook her head, " No Luna, too bad people have to be so narrow minded,"

The younger witch looked up from her magazine, " I suppose I never thought about it like that, forgive me," she said softly, her pale eyes looking into Eurielle's.

She smiled, " Don't worry about it Luna," she said softly before standing up and making her way out of the Great Hall.

-

She was humming and smiling to herself when they entered the room. Harry and Ron told Hermione and Eurielle, whom had been in Arithmancy, exactly what had happened in Divination while they all took out their copies of Defensive Magical Theory, but before Eurielle could ask any questions Professor Umbridge had called them all to order and silence fell.

"Wands away," she instructed them all smilingly, and those people who had been hopeful enough to take them out sadly returned them to their bags. "As we finished chapter one last lesson, I would like you all to turn to page nineteen today and commence chapter two, 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk."

Eurielle flipped through the chapter like she did the first, making little notes here and there for the sake of upcoming exams, but then her eyes fell to Hermione who's hand was in the air, once again.

Instead of trying to pretend she had not noticed Hermione, she got to her feet and walked around the front row of desks until they were face-to-face, then she bent down and whispered, so that the rest of the class could not hear, "What is it this time, Miss Granger?"

"I've already read chapter two," said Hermione.

"Well then, proceed to chapter three."

"I've read that too. I've read the whole book."

Professor Umbridge blinked but recovered her poise almost instantly. "Well, then, you should be able to tell me what Slinkhard says about counterjinxes in chapter fifteen."

"He says that counterjinxes are improperly named," said Hermione promptly. "He says 'counterjinx' is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable." Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows, and Harry knew she was impressed against her will. "But I disagree," Hermione continued. Professor Umbridge's eyebrows rose a little higher and her gaze became distinctly colder.

"You disagree?"

"Yes, I do," said Hermione, who, unlike Umbridge, was not whispering, but speaking in a clear, carrying voice that had by now attracted the rest of the class's attention. "Mr. Slinkhard doesn't like jinxes, does he? But I think they can be very useful when they're used defensively."

"Oh, you do, do you?" said Professor Umbridge, forgetting to whisper and straightening up. "Well, I'm afraid it is Mr. Slinkhard's opinion, and not yours, that matters within this classroom, Miss Granger."

"But —" Hermione began.

"That is enough," said Professor Umbridge. She walked back to the front of the class and stood before them, all the jauntiness she had shown at the beginning of the lesson gone. "Miss Granger, I am going to take five points from Gryffindor House."