Something About Her (ON HOLD)

~ON HOLD to be re-written~


3. Umbridge

*Kate’s P.O.V.*

As soon as I arrived back at our room, I checked no one was around before uttering the release spell. I sighed heavily and I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Man, holding up that spell all day everyday was extremely hard. I put on my pyjamas, a black singlet and candy pink shorts, and examined my reflection in the mirror. I was so much paler and thinner than I appeared with the charm on. I looked hollow and ghost like. I examined my reflection, saddened with what I saw. I hated what had been done to me but I couldn’t do anything about it. It would stay with me for life and I couldn’t tell anyone. I wish I could just go and tell Professor Dumbledore right now, he would know what to do. He's a powerful wizard and I know for a fact that Fudge fears him. I could end this mess once and for all. Just as I was about to march up to his office, my resolve crumbled and a hunched over again. I couldn’t. If I did, my parents would be murdered. The Ministry would have their revenge. I sighed and continued my examination when I heard a noise. Crap! Hermione must be back from dinner. I bolted to my bed and dove under the covers just as the door opened and she walked into the room. I held my breath and pretended to be fast asleep, praying that she wouldn’t look too closely at my face which was peeking out of the covers. After a few very long minutes, she went to bed herself and I listened to her breathing, waiting until it was steady, signalling she was asleep before I let the slumber overcome me.

“Kate? Kate!” I was woken harshly by Hermione shaking my shoulders. "Nascondere tutto ciò che appare indesiderato." I whispered, feeling the exhausting weight once again as I sat up, the spell in place. “Kate, we’re going to be late for breakfast if you don’t get up NOW.” Hermione said. I stumbled out of bed and pulled on my robes. “Hey, you go. I’ll be down in a couple minutes.” I told her. She nodded and rushed off. I leant on the sink, sighing as I looked back up in the mirror. My reflection was healthy-looking once again. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and grabbed my wand. Tucking it into my pocket, I headed down to breakfast.


As I walked into my first class, defence against the dark arts, I noticed that the teacher was wearing all pink and had syrupy smirk. How odd, I thought to myself as I sat down in the only free seat left in the classroom. The boy who was next to me turned around and said “Hiya there, I’m Seamus. You’re Kate right?” I smiled at his noticeable Irish accent. “Yeah that’s me. Nice to meet you. Oh, and by the way, um who is that teacher up there?” I pointed to the pink lady. He shuddered. “That’s Umbridge. She’s crazy, reckons we don’t need to do any actual spells in this class.” He muttered. I frowned. Why wouldn’t we be doing any spells? I mean, this is a defence against the dark arts class. How were we going to defend ourselves if we needed to? As the lesson started, I tried not to grimace at her annoyingly perky voice. I looked around the room, seeing that everyone else’s faces were just as irritated as mine was. “Ms White! Am I boring you? You will pay attention in my class and face the front. DETENTION!” she shrieked. “Mr Malfoy! Stop pulling faces. Detention with Ms White!” She clapped her hands together and said in a sugary voice “Now, is there anyone else who has a problem with me or my class? No? Good.” With that she continued the boring class and I just let her words wash over my head as I rested it on my arm.


A couple hours later, I walked into the common room to see Fred and George playing an intense game of wizards’ chess. “Hey guys, what’s up?” I said, plonking myself down next to them. “Not much. Oh yeah, Harry, Ron and Hermione were wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with them.” Said Fred. I sighed heavily. “Can’t. I’ve got detention.” They looked at me in surprise. “Already? Who with?” I scrunched up my nose in distaste before saying “Umbridge. Well, I better get going. See ya later.” They exchanged a worried glance and I could sense there was something they weren’t telling me but I just brushed it off, waving as I exited the room. But as I departed, I heard their concerned whispers. “Should we have told her?” “No, there’s nothing we could have done.” “We should go tell Hermione, she’ll know what to do.”

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