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palin-tropos · 2 months
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Harry having the apricots-Dora-peaches of immortality-Dolores Dei visceral trauma response to the cover of the inframaterialism book (even though we have also pointed out it’s abstract kimharry with the green and orange and he doesn’t react to Kim’s orangeness or apricot empire in Suzerainty)
is one of the few scraps of evidence for my fanon birth name for the apocalyptic shrike: Nils Ingerlund
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bazes · 1 year
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v. the hierophant
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Dolores: Stressed.
Luisa: Depressed.
Camilo: Possessed.
Mirabel: Obsessed.
Isabela: Impressed.
Antonio: Chicken breast.
Everyone: ...What?
Antonio: I just wanted to join in.
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Y’all can’t convince me they didn’t have their own memes at Hogwarts. With a pensive they basically have Vine.
Anyways… Ideas include
“my father will hear about this”
“no, I’m Fred, he’s George”
“I can teach you to bottle fame, put a stopper to death” (variations get wilder and wilder but still with Snape’s intonation/voice)
“What the fuck is a Hufflepuff” (in Dumbledores voice)
“You are breaking school POLICY” (in Umbridges shrill voice)
“Well done Mr. Potter, you’ve [insert basic task, like woken up on time], 50000 points to Griffindor”
“Ah yes, youre a Gryffindor, correct? Then feel free to ignore all the rules, it shows bravery and earns house points”
“Ravenclaw? I guess we do have some of those. Perfectly brewed potion, …one house point for you, I guess.”
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jacarandaaaas · 18 days
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something silly I just thought about. Imagine dolores going about her day in the movie and she hears mirabel screaming like 4 seperate times😭 she must be so confused on how so many near death experiences happened in ONE DAY💀
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your-girl-mj · 1 year
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When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]
Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.
Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk
Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME
Created: February 19, 2022
Published: February 25, 2023
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— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.
Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.
You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.
It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.
Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.
You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.
"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.
"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.
"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.
"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"
"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.
"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.
As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.
"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.
"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."
"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"
Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.
Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.
You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.
Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.
Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.
Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.
Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.
"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.
"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.
The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."
Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."
"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."
"Learned from the master!"
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— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.
Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.
You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.
You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.
The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.
"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.
"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.
"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.
No one ignores him.
"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"
With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.
"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.
The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.
The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.
He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?
Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."
"But I just got to my favorite part!"
"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."
But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"
"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.
"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."
Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.
"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.
"Your what?"
"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."
"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"
Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."
The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."
there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.
"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.
"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.
your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."
"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.
carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.
but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.
"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck
"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?
chop.
"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.
carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."
"say what back?"
"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."
"carlito, i just want sleep."
"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.
that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"
"say i love you too, then I'll get off."
"no!"
"why not? i know you love me, say it back."
you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.
"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."
pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."
"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"
"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.
"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."
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d1sc01nf3rn0 · 6 months
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Thinking about how much I'd love it if Disco Elysium was a novel.
I mean, I LOVE Disco Elysium, but I also love mystery novels; so if you came and told me there was a novel about a girlfailure detective that hallucinates his ex as Jesus Christ, I would be like "SIGN ME THE FUCK UP"
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naranjapetrificada · 3 months
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New fascinatingly bad take alert:
Apparently Stede is a white savior because things get better for Ed when they reunited, and apparently that is more racist than fics where people make Ed eat soap. Somehow this was an argument in support of Izzy?
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im-a-satanic-ritual · 4 months
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Loki: I have no greater compliment to give you than the fact that you look, act and sound like Delores Umbridge, and everybody around you knows and treats you accordingly.
Thanos: Thank you?
Everybody else: *absolutely fucking losing it*
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coffeebookslovegt · 5 months
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No subestimes el encanto de la oscuridad. Incluso los corazones más puros se sienten atraídos.
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even-disco-baby · 1 year
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DOLORES DEI — “I don’t *understand* you, Harry. You aren’t dying, you’re just sad. Why is everything an apocalypse to you? People don’t die of sadness! I’m… I’m not trying to kill you, Harry…” Her holy gaze falls to her feet. “I never wanted to hurt you at all.”
DRAMA — She speaks the truth, sire. All she ever did was love you.
RHETORIC — No. Don’t let her control the narrative. She’s *wrong.* People die of sadness every day. Sadness the likes of which she has never and will never know. Tell her about the body on the boardwalk, his mouth full of chewing gum to mask the smell of disappointment. Tell her about René’s angry little heart full of barbs and spines that repelled all but one man. Tell her about Cuno’s father, wasting away and leaving nothing but a specter that will dog his son’s footsteps forever. Tell her about Ruby. Tell her about the Bad Day.
“I never wanted to hurt you, either. I just wanted you to understand *my* hurt.”
“Just because you can’t imagine something doesn’t mean that it isn’t real.”
DOLORES DEI — “But that’s not true, is it?” Her beautiful eyes are full of pain. “You *did* want to hurt me. You wanted me to be sad, too. And then you wanted me to leave you and prove that you were right about everything. About me, about life…”
She sighs, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Well, you got what you wanted. I’m gone and I’m never coming back. Are you happy? Does it feel *good* to be right?”
INLAND EMPIRE — Nothing will ever feel good or right again. You have made certain of that.
RHETORIC — It feels better than the constant dread of being abandoned. It feels like vindication.
“I never wanted to hurt you, either. I just wanted you to understand *my* hurt.”
“Just because you can’t imagine something doesn’t mean that it isn’t real.”
DOLORES DEI — “This again!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, and the gesture makes her look strangely more human. “What do you want me to say? ‘I’m sorry for not being born poor?’ ‘I’m sorry for not being an alcoholic?’ ‘I’m sorry I don’t want to die?’ I’m not going to ruin my life just to understand where you’re coming from, Harry!”
And then, her expression softens. Like light passing through stained glass. “You’re not well, Harry. You don’t need to die. You just need help.”
EMPATHY — She genuinely wants you to be better. And she believes that you can be.
RHETORIC — But she fails to understand the difference between you two. Poverty, addiction, the pain wracking your bodymind… She can leave these realities behind. Go back home to her parents, start a new life on another isola and be a new person. And so she did, and so she is. But you? It’s too late for you. It was too late from the moment you were born, in the death throes of the revolution. It was her people that killed it.
VOLITION — Is any of that her fault? Is it wrong for her to save herself from you, just because you can’t? You can be sad and angry at this wedge the world drove between you, but why did you have to misplace that anger? You took it out on her just because you could. You made it impossible for her to stand by you without getting stabbed in the back. You even became a cop so you could take it out on other people, too. Stop this, Harry. No more cruelty.
“There is no helping me. The world isn’t built to help people like me. I realized that in Martinaise. None of us can just *leave.*”
“Fuck you. You don’t know what I need.”
“I want to get better. Would you love me again if I got better?”
DOLORES DEI — She smiles, and it’s tinged with pity. “Oh, Harry… You are what you are. I’ve already forgiven you for that. And you may not forgive me, but I am what I am.” She closes her eyes, head bowing just slightly, almost like a prayer. “But we cannot *be* together anymore. Don’t you see that? There is nothing good left that can come of it. It would just be… more of this.”
Her Innocence Dolores Dei opens her eyes and looks around her— at this strange set you have constructed to act out a million different conversations that all end the same way. “I can’t live in your nightmares, Harry. And neither can you.”
VOLITION — You don’t have to anymore. Let her go, Harry.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye, Dora.”
DOLORES DEI — She smiles that pitying smile again. It’s not going to be that simple. “See you around, Harry.”
INLAND EMPIRE — You can try to rid yourself of this place, this feeling… But it will come back to you eventually. What you build at low tide will be swallowed up again someday.
VOLITION — And then you’ll build it again. As long as you live. You can do it.
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Winter changes it all - Second chapter
Fred Weasley x fem!reader
Synopsis: A second encounter with the twins and their friends was not in your plans. Especially with Umbridge present.
Warnings: huge pimples?
First chapter / Third chapter / Fourth Chapter
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  "Gryffindor´s new hero is actually a Slytherin"
Dark Arts, one of your favorite classes, was now ruined by Umbridge. She would make you read dozens of pages, copy what you were reading two or three times, and, then ask some questions, and after she would make you read more. You probably learned more last year with a literal Death Eater than with this woman. But, besides the boredom of her classes, the worst thing was that she would punish anyone for anything as small as someone dropping a quill on accident. And most of her targets were the Gryffindors, especially Harry. Sometimes you wondered if she was weirdly obsessed with the boy who lived, and that creeped you out.
You looked around the classroom discretely, seeing Pike sleeping on his table, not even trying to be discreet. However, your head turned the moment you heard someone laugh in front of you, ripping the silence that embraced the classroom seconds ago. Umbridge was quick to look at your classmate, Lavander. "Miss Brown," she started, walking up to the table in front of you with careful steps.
You knew what would happen. Umbridge would do it to her. "What did you find so funny about the class?" She smiled ear to ear and tilted her head, waiting for Lavander to answer, but the girl couldn´t even form a sentence from how nervous she got. So, you did something you thought was right, but that you would later regret.
"Professor, it was me." Umbridge turned her head like a meerkat to look at you, a deep frown starting to show on her face. Beside you, Blaize looked at you incredulously.
"Oh. If I hear you laugh one more time, you´re going to detention," she said through gritted teeth before turning around and leaving you and Lavender.
"What the fuck was that?" Blaize asked disgruntled, but you just ignored him, continuing to read the pages you were assigned to read.
Fortunately, the class was near its end, so ten minutes later everyone started to leave the classroom. Blaize left in a hurry, not even sparing you a glance. Daphne was still packing her things and Draco and Pansy were one of the first to leave. So, as you waited for Daphne you were approached by Lavender.
"Thank you, Sinclair," she said formally before rapidly dodging you and leaving the classroom with her friend that smiled at you when she walked beside you.
Daphne finally packed everything and went to you with a mischievous smile on her face. "What a hero," she whispered to you before linking her arm with yours and making you both walk out of the classroom. "But really, what was that about? Have you gone soft?" She chuckled while you pushed through the students that cramped the halls.
"I just don´t like Umbridge methods, that´s all," you said flatly. "Also, I got on her nerves. That was an accomplishment." You gazed at Daphne, hoping she would laugh at your words. Instead, she was serious now, as if suddenly something clicked.
"Yes, you did. But don´t forget that lots of people you know kind of adore her and her methods, and most of all, how she hates our rivals," she warned you with a gentle pinch on your arm.
You knew what she meant. That your fellow Slytherins liked the privileges and to see the Gryffindors get humiliated. But what if they knew how she treated them? What she does to them. You never imagined something like that to be happening at Hogwarts, but it was. However, you didn´t want to tell Pansy or Draco that the ones going to detention or visiting her office were being tortured, because sometimes you wondered that, if they knew, they would be more eager to frame students from other houses.
When you and Daphne reached the Great Hall you saw students crowding in front of the wall where the pink princess asked Filch to put the new rules that she began imposing since a month or so ago. You and Daphne approached the students, and while you watched Filch hammering the new frame Daphne guided you through the crowd to get a better view.
"Bloody hell! I really liked the chess club." Your head turned immediately to where you heard the familiar voice speaking, stopping Daphne in her tracks and locking eyes with Fred Weasley, this time you were sure it was Fred. "Sinclair!" He cheered when his brother looked at you too.
"Weasley," you greet him with a dried tone. "Do you know what it says in there?" It was difficult to see what was written on the paper since there were so many of them already, making it only possible to hang the frame on the top of the huge wall.
"Apparently every student's organization will be banned," George said. What the fuck. The woman didn´t know any limits.
"Let´s go." You look to your side, feeling Daphne tugging on your sleeve.
"Goodbye," you say when you look at the twins one more time before going away from the crowd that was starting to dissipate.
After walking Daphne to her class of potions you left, planning on studying for the two hours you had free, so you went to the dungeons to get your other books of History of Magic since you had to do an essay about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy due in two weeks, and you didn’t want to drag it any longer.
However, to your displeasure, you were faced with an unusual situation on your way to the library. Just when you were already reaching the library, you turned one corner and faced the twins, again. This time they were with their friend Lee Jordan, another seventh year.
“Merlin,” you whispered exasperated. Why did this have to happen every time?
“Look who’s here. I feel like everywhere I go you’re there,” Fred laughs. “Are you stalking us?” He asks with his brows raised as if you would have any interest in doing that.
“Isn’t she the one who-“ Lee was going to question the same thing George asked back in Hogsmeade, so you rapidly answered him. Why did they all know the story?!
“Yes! It was me!” You said with irritation. It was frustrating how they only remember what you had done wrong.
Since the beginning of school you’ve done great things, but nobody seemed to remember that!
“Well, for a change, Lavender was telling her friends rather loudly how you came to her rescue in your class," Fred said with a grin, and you knew he was going to say some bullshit. "I thought I would never in my lifetime see a Slitheryn cover for a Gryffindor." You rolled your eyes at his dramatic way of phrasing such a simple event while the other two agreed.
"Whatever. What are you guys doing here anyways? I thought you didn´t even know to read to be this close to the library," you said derisively while Fred and George laughed sarcastically.
"For your information, Miss, we do know how to read. And-" George was going to say something but Lee suddenly grabbed George´s sleeve, whispering.
"She´s here! C´mon!" He whispered and the twins looked behind them. You also looked through them, seeing nothing. But then you heard, heels loudly slamming against the hard floor.
"What the hell are you going to do?" You asked them with a frown.
Fred looked at you and smirked, approaching you and bending himself to be at your height. "Revenge," he whispered in your ear while his soft hair touched your face slightly and the scent of something sweet reached your nose, but not for long since George and Lee started to drag him away.
You looked behind you, seeing them running through the corridor you just walked and hiding in the next corridor, probably. You sighed, they were probably scheming something bad, but you would not meddle in their business. So, you kept walking in the direction of the library, hearing the heels get even closer to you. It was on the final curve of this hall that you saw who it was, Umbridge. She was right in front of you. It´s always on the turn, you thought.
"Miss Sinclair," she greeted embittered with her screeching voice and a sickening smile. "Don´t you have classes to attend?"
You smiled at her, noticing her unusual bitterness toward you. "No, professor." She smiled at your response, seeming to hold back something but saying nothing.
"Ok! Goodbye, Sinclair." She dodged you quickly and walked away while you stood there. What were they going to do? If she catches them, what would be their punishment?
You looked through the corner of the hall you were in, seeing Umbridge walking towards the next turn. When she turned you quietly walked through the same corridor with your bag full of books on your shoulder. And just when you were going to peak on the corner where you found the three troublemakers some minutes ago, you heard a pitched high scream that was so tuneless that was probably able to shatter all the glass of the windows and the eardrums of someone who was near, like you.
You ran more quickly to the corner, peeking carefully into the hall and seeing something so disgusting that you felt the urge to vomit. Umbridge was full of big yellow pimples that had a red border and seemed to be ready to explode. They were in her face hands and probably on the rest of her body. On the floor, you saw a brown package with what seemed to be chocolates inside and a letter. Those fools, she was definitely going to catch them. Suddenly you and Umbridge heard a loud thump, like something metallic had hit the ground. Fuck.
Umbridge picked up the box and the letter aggressively, walking fast to the other corridor. You followed her quietly and then saw three stupid Gryffindors all around the floor along with a scattered armor. "What did you do to me?!" Umbridge screamed. It was obvious she would link this prank with the only pranksters with the guts to do something so bold.
You watched from another corner as they raised from the floor, giggling amongst each other. "We didn´t do anything, professor!" Lee said with an angelic face while the other two recomposed themselves from their laugh.
Should you do something? Dumb, that was dumb! There was no way she would believe you. Plus, they think you went to the library, so they didn´t even know you were there. So you were clear to walk away and let it be. But at the same time, the reminder of what Umbridge has done until now makes you wanna push her from a fucking cliff.
Screw it, you were going to do it. You pushed your bag further on your shoulder and breathed deeply before casually running slowly on their way with a fake choked expression.
"You three!" She said menacingly while she smiled widely. "You-" Before she could continue you walked beside her.
"Here you are!" You said to the boys. They seemed shocked. "Professor, I was just waiting for them to study in the library when-"
"Shut it!" She yelled and you flinched. "Look what they did!" She screamed in horror, looking at her hands.
You looked at the three for a few seconds with a disapproving scowl before looking at her again. "I´m sure they couldn´t have done that!" You tried to defend them, but what could you say to persuade her?
"Oh yes? Then why were they waiting here?" She asked loudly, looking at them furiously.
Fred looked at you and nodded softly before looking to Umbridge. "Sinclair´s right. We were just on our way to the library when George stumbled with the armor and dragged me and Lee to the floor, that's all," he said simply with an uninterested face.
"What about the spell, morons! I know it was you!" She pointed at them with a grunt. Her hair was so disheveled, it matched exactly her evil aura.
"We didn´t do anything! Those chocolates weren´t even sent by us!" George exclaimed and pointed to the letter. There was written Fudge´s name.
Umbridge looked closely at it, but her evil smile prevailed. "It doesn´t matter! I know-"
"Excuse me, professor," you said and cleared your throat. "Sorry, but it does. They did nothing wrong, so you should averiguate that with whoever sent it, and if they didn´t send any package then you should send these three to detention," you said calmly and as politely as you could. "However, if you make them go to detention nevertheless, then I'll report it to Snape, or who knows, maybe to Dumbledore," you said venomously.
Umbridge exhaled and looked at you dangerously. You were definitely crossing so many fucking lines, but at this point, you felt so proud to be able to squash her.
"I will averiguate with Mr. Fudge. But, out of curiosity, what could you possibly go study with three students from the seventh year, that means, two years above you?" She asked, her eyes twitching.
"Transfiguration, professor," you answered easily with a smile. "I asked them for help since I´ve heard they were quite good at it." She nodded, forced to do so.
Umbridge started to walk slowly towards them, stopping very close to the three boys. "I will give you news about this "incident" very soon," she said with greeted teeth before turning her head and glancing at you. "You too, Sinclair."
Soon she started to walk away quickly, and when you couldn´t hear her heels anymore, the three started to laugh loudly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You shouted. "If it wasn´t for me, you would all be in detention, and Merlin knows why you should avoid that!" Their laughing came to an end in seconds as they started to gain their posture again.
"Thank you, Sinclair," Lee thanked while George and Fred went to your side and placed their arms on your shoulders. However, before Fred did that he grabbed your bag and put it on his own shoulder, making you feel more lighter.
"Don´t stress. It was Fudge who sent it, really," Fred explained while they started to walk with you.
"Yeah, we just charmed the pink one, and we were pretty sure she would eat it first. And bang!" George carried on explaining while you hummed. And, why you don´t know, but a chuckle escaped from your lips.
They stopped and the three looked at you. As expected, Fred was quick to comment. "And this fellas, is a snake laughing! How cute!" He said pinching your cheek.
"Stop it, idiot," you menaced him, looking Fred in the eyes with a serious expression. "I just laughed because you are fucking idiots!" You said while the three boys chuckled.
George slipped his arm away and looked at you. "There´s something you should know," he started carefully. "Right now we should be in Transfiguration." What a coincidence, and how big of idiots could they be to jump McGonagall’s class?!
"Well, then hurry the fuck up!" You exclaimed, looking at George and Lee. "Fortunately for you, it rang like, ten minutes ago. Go!" You shouted.
"Fred?" Lee called, and you locked eyes with Fred´s magnetic brown eyes, noticing he was still beside you.
You felt him lean again and this time you shivered when his voice echoed in your ears. "Thank you, we own you one now." He says slipping his arm away and putting your bag on your shoulder. You got a quick glimpse of the scar on his hand, and it seemed to be infected.
He winked at you with a cheeky smile before turning on his heels and joining Lee and George who were already running to class.
Quick note: So! I´m so happy that I´m actually writing this hehehe Hope you enjoyed and see ya! Next chapter will be out soon :)
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