Chapter One:
( introductions and inconveniences )

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             THE SOUND OF SIZZLING fire and chattering overrode the entire area. Young and bright new faces lingered toward the huge entrance, a look of admiration visible in such innocent expressions. Everything seemed the same. Colors were widely represented up in the ceiling, each with their own respective marking. The tables were generally organized, food placed almost anywhere in them. It appeared the same just as the first year. Appeared. Hogwarts stayed the same in appearance, but Spencer could feel something that has changed. It was not hard to figure out why. Ever since Harry Potter arrived to the school, nothing has been normal. To be fair, their third year was perhaps the calmest one yet, despite the fact that Sirius Black escaped Azkaban and the dementors had to be in school grounds. Either way, it had felt calmer.

             Everything felt different now. Cedric Diggory died while Hogwarts participated in the Triwizard competitions. The boy who lived claimed that it was Voldemort himself that had killed him. Voldemort. Spencer wished that she found the Potter boy insane. Except she was anything but stupid. The Gryffindor never lied before. Sure, sometimes what he says can be far extreme or dramatic, but he never lied. There was nothing that could explain the dirty, sobbing tears that she saw him release that day. It was awful. Screams were everywhere, Amos Diggory cried out for his son's limp body. The Hufflepuff laid in the dirt with a pale expression. Dead. Spencer remembered her own tears wanting to escape. She was not close to him, but they were acquainted with one another. He was a few years older than her and helped in anything that could be helped with. Cedric represented innocence. He was nothing more than a boy trying to prove that his house was not as weak as people assumed. She wanted to cry for the loss of a great soul. Most of all, she wanted to break down because she knew what that meant.

             Unlike many other students, Spencer knew this was just the beginning. If Voldemort has truly returned, it was a matter of time before war would spurn once more. It disturbed her how many heads turned away as they tried to be ignorant to the situation. Cedric's death shouldn't be taken so lightly. Not when his was just the start of this whole mess. Spencer pitied Harry. Not just for the fact that his parent's has been dead longer than he has known them, but because she could see how much weight is being pushed on him. The two were the same age, and yet, he was expecting too much responsibility. Did no one feel the same uneasy feeling? Everyone continued their lives as normal.

             "Spencer?" Her friend's gentle and warm voice interrupts her dark glooming thoughts. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, his eyes revealing only a questioning look. Ricky Adams could possibly be the best person to exist. Or maybe that is just Spencer's own opinion as he continues to be her one true and loyal friend. Either way, it is him that knows her better than anyone. Which is why when she weakly smiles and nods in greeting, an unconvincing expression reaches his face. Instead of questioning her any further, he purses his lips thoughtfully before deciding that it was not the time to do so.

             "We have had two changes in staffing this year," Dumbledore continues with his speech after greeting the new first-years. Spencer's eyes wandered to the table where the teachers rested. One of them oddly stood out against everyone else, even Professor Snape. The woman was dressed in a bright pink clothing, all from head to toe. She seemed familiar enough, but the young girl knew she had never met her. It would be difficult to forget someone dressed like that. Somehow, the woman almost looked like a toad. Her eyebrows raise as Dumbledore continues, "we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

             Spencer was not surprised by the information. First of all, last year they had an actual Deatheater as one, and secondly, every year they always ended up with a new one. There seemed to be a curse placed on the position. Many students clapped, but most done unenthusiastically. From a mile away, anyone could sense how horrid this one will end up being. Spencer was sure it was because of the fake smile that was clearly presented. Her eyes wandered to the new professor for Care of Magical Creatures. She was slightly surprise to not see Hagrid anywhere in the school area. In her opinion, he was not an all great teacher, but he was very kind-hearted. Opposite of Professor Snape, to be exact.

             Dumbledore continues, "Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the—"

             Before he could get any further, the whole room silenced in awkwardness as they notice the new professor seemingly cough. Professor Dumbledore broke off with his announcement as he stared at the pink woman who stood up to make her own speech. Spencer and Ricky shared a look of surprise, wondering if this would actually happen. It was rare for anyone to disrespect Dumbledore directly to his face (because Morgana definitely did behind his back).

             "Hem, hem," Professor Umbridge interrupts vastly, her face almost seemed frozen as she kept the fake smile on her face. Spencer was not one to judge people right away, but she was starting to have doubts with this new professor. It was quite amusing watching Professor Dumbledore appear taken back for a moment before he took a seat and stared at her alertly as if he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Not many would have captured his shock as the elder hid it well. However, Spencer figures the other staff members did not have the same training. Right away, many faces reacted to the situation. Professor Sprout's eyebrows had disappear into her flyaway hair, and Professor McGonagall's mouth was as thin as anyone has ever seen it.

             "Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome," the new professor simpered, her voice pitched up annoyingly as if she were acting as a little girl. Immediately, Spencer groaned as the woman began her monologue. She could not be bothered to hear all of what the women was about to say, her voice disturbed her just as the clothes. It did not help that yesterday she had gotten in a heated argument with her perfect older sister.

Her eyes wandered to the Slytherin table, landing right at the familiar locks of hair. Almost immediately, a glare appeared in her face. A smirk was placed in her sister's lips right when the pink toad announced that she is originally from the Ministry. The Ministry of Magic would have been interesting, if it weren't for the fact that most of them were completely rubbish. They were too naive and inefficient. Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor muggleborn, would most likely fit the job better. She was smart and tough, good at standing up for herself. Spencer liked her. The girl didn't let the mean words (especially from her own sister and Malfoy) taunt her enough to get her to back down.

             The Ravenclaw was glad when the woman stopped her speech and expected full-on clapping from everyone. Spencer only clapped twice before turning to her best friend with an exhausted look on her face. Ricky was glancing at her in concern, wondering about the look she first had. The young girl waved the questioning look off and shrugged. It was not that she did not want to tell him, it was just not important.

             "Poor Harry," Ricky sighs out, his eyes glancing at the Gryffindor boy. The people around him were giving him a look of distrust and wary. Spencer narrowed her eyes at them and scoffed lightly as she turned to her friend. A nod of agreement followed her steps. Her eyes glanced at the food, but she did not feel the same urge of hunger that she once did. Either way, she ignored the different sensation and still ate. Just because things felt out of place, it did not mean she would let it affect her. Having her problems affect her eating habits would do her no good. "I wish I could hex anyone who dares to mock him, but then I somewhat remember Dumbledore's words," he confesses.

             Spencer did not have to think much about what words he meant. "Was it when he said, 'We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond—'," the girl tries to question before shutting her mouth up at the raised eyebrow coming from her friend. Her eyes closed as she purses her lips into a small smile.

             "That still is pretty weird. How can you even remember that? It wasn't even in a book!" Ricky exclaims, his hands holding out as if she would hand him the answer. Playfully, Spencer rolled her eyes. That is why she trusted him completely. He was always there for her, and when needed he would cheer her up. To pay him back, she would do the same.

             "Some things are just not meant to be forgotten, Ricky," she answers shortly, a sad smile on her lips. Ricky appeared to accept her answer and continued staring at the boy who lived with heart eyes. Spencer chuckled at her friend and shook her head to herself.

             From across the area, a few Slytherins gathered up to their own spot in the table. Each one of them did their own thing once the staff members ended their usual, boring talk. Blaise Zabini sat in front of his best friend, Draco Malfoy, as they both eat in comfortable silence. Unlike the blond, the dark-skinned male did not carry his own pair of followers around. He thought of them useless and unnecessary. The two of them were not even particularly involve in the friendship between the two males. They were just there. It annoyed him, but he left them to themselves. All they did was stuff a whole bunch of food in their mouth either way. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched his ex-girlfriend walk toward them with her infamous smile. She marched up to the blond in front of him, pushing Crabbe away from them almost in disgust just so she can get a seat beside Draco. His friend narrowed his eyes in confusion and stared up at Blaise first until he let himself look at the Slytherin girl.

             Morgana Montague was hot. There was no other words to physically describe her then just that. It was not like they could go on about her personality when all she would do was fake smile, smirk, and sneer. Then again, majority of the Slytherins did the same as well. Blaise dated her in their fourth year (she was in her fifth). He was not completely sure why. No... he did. The Slytherin is good-looking, but that was not why he dated her in the first place. He wasn't captivated by her looks. Usually, he ignored her. Although, when she first started making moves toward him, the only reason he asked her out was because of his dear mother. She was a hopeless romantic and could not wait for her son to have a girlfriend so he could talk to her about it and possibly bring her home. He did not understand why since his mother has had more than five men in her life. Blaise figures dating Morgana would work if he dated the one they all thought was pretty. A few days into their get together proved him wrong, however. She was completely obsessed with Voldemort and the act she put on with her mean marks was not an act. At least with Draco he knew that his friend actually hid his real feelings. It did not take long for him to realize that the only reason the girl acted on him was because she thought it was a way to get closer to an allegiance to the Dark Lord. He would have done the breaking up deal, but she did it first than him. Blaise still had told his mother about her, but it was short and slightly bitter so even his mother was not surprise when one day the two were not dating.

             Now, she was here most likely trying to get with Draco for the same reason. The Malfoys were more closely bonded with him either way. Blaise rolled his eyes as he noticed the girl trying to lighten up his friend's body position. Draco stiffened and glares at the girl. "Don't you have a sister to annoy, Montague?" The blond questions, his signature smirk placed firmly on his lips. As expected, Morgana glowered at the statement and strutted away. Blaise sent a quick amused face toward him.

             (The expression faded rather quick, but Draco noticed it).

             "You dated her," Draco scoffs, rolling his grey eyes. Even he was annoyed with how the girl acted. She was rather better when he did not know her. Blaise glares at his friend.

             "Shut it, ferret boy," he argues, a smirk appearing on his face as he got his friend to scowl. The name only reminded Draco of the embarrassment that he received in their fourth year. Draco leans back and then nods his head toward another table.

             "Her sister is quite good on the eyes. She's a Ravenclaw, though. And based off all the stories I have heard, the two of them despise each other," Draco informs, his eyes squinting as he found the girl in the same year as them. Blaise followed his eyes and rose an eyebrow. His friend was right. Spencer Montague gained the same beautiful looks as the rest of her family. While Morgana held a look of innocence in her face (although she was anything but), the younger Montague seemed more blunt with a resting serious face. There was something in her eyes that seemed far more genuine, however. Maybe it was him just noticing because of how he dated the other. Quickly, he looked away as he noticed the girl turn around as if she felt the eyes on her. The two Slytherins carried on with their food as if nothing happened.

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             SPENCER ALREADY DEALT WITH a few classes. Now, she was waiting patiently for Divination to start. It was not her favorite class, but the girl still chose to take it instead of Arithmancy. She was already dealing with her other classes, and it was not like any of them were necessary (plus she did not want to take the OWLs exam for that one, she'd rather just learn by herself). Choosing Divination would just ease her mind. Though, she did not like how Ricky went off to the boy's restroom and had to wait for him inside. Her eyes glistened in surprise as she watched Harry enter in earlier than usual. This time he was alone and placed himself right beside her. He did not seem to notice as he rubbed his temples almost tiredly.

             "Are you alright?" She questions lowly, ignoring the professor that aimlessly walked around the room from one side to the other. Harry looked up at the question and gives her a light smile. It did not seem genuine, but it did not seem sarcastic as well. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and she could not help but glance at his hands that shook. Her eyebrows scrunched up in concern and slightly smiles back at him.

             "M' just tired," he shrugs as if it were normal. Spencer knew that was not all, but she wasn't expecting him to reveal his problems. If he did that, they'll most likely spend there the whole day. In hopes to make him feel better, Spencer gives him a comforting smile.

             "Ricky and I believe you, just so you know. You'll probably hear Morgana say otherwise, but it would be offensive if I did not believe your words. Not just to you, but to Cedric," Spencer tells him, her tone saddening at the topic she brought up. A look of surprise flashed in his face. Slowly, gratitude flash into his face. She could tell that throughout the day he felt the antagonizing glares. The fear.

             Harry seemed less upset than when he first arrived. "You're a whole lot better than her, Spencer," he acknowledges, his words weren't meant to be unkind and so she awkwardly smiled in return. Just as their conversation ended, all of the students started to barge in at once. The young girl sent a grin to her best friend once he entered and sat beside her. She already could feel all the total nonsense that Professor Trelawney would utter. Sometimes it appears that she actually could tell prophecies, it was just something that did not realistically make sense. Except she did not let it bother her as Hermione had been. She just accepted it. Prophecies weren't her thing, but it didn't mean the professor was entirely wrong in them.

             Spencer and Ricky do not usually arrive late to class. Not at all. Except when they were face-to-face with a redheaded girl with a pig nose who eerily resembled the older Montague sibling. They stopped in their tracks, laughing toward the prank that the infamous Weasley twins pulled off. As if they were in a show, the two other redheads bowed down in appreciation. They send a wink toward the younger Montague and fled off before they were found by Filch. The moment they remembered that they had class, the two Ravenclaws quickly ran from their spot into the room of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Spencer stopped immediately, ignoring the flush of red appearing in her cheeks as majority of her classmates turned to stare at them. Her eyes wandered around the room to look for a place where Ricky and her can sit. Unfortunately, no table was free for that opportunity. Ricky and her shared a look of uncertainty before deciding to split up to where seats were available.

             There was not much space left, and while Ricky easily found a seat, Spencer was left with hesitation. She could choose to sit with her sister's boyfriend and hope that he is not the upset over her freak. Or, she could choose to sit next to Doyle who say directly behind Malfoy and Crabbe like the perfect follower that he was. Her nose scrunched up before choosing with the latter. Spencer lightly walked toward the dark-skinned male, flashing a quick and easy smile at her new partner. It was better to pretend that she did not recognize his relationship to Morgana. Right? The girl focused her attention to the pink toad-face professor who still held the same fake smile as before. Her eyes narrow slightly. Does she not get tired?

             "Well, good afternoon!" She greets when the class finally all sat down. A few students mumbled the greeting in return, but Spencer did not bother to do so as she leaned back to stare. It appears that Professor Umbridge noticed the quietness and shook her head disappointedly. "Tut, tut, that won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time please. Good afternoon, class!"

             In monotone annoyance, all the students were forced to repeat the greeting. Her 'sweet' smile returned back to her face with an assured nod. Spencer scoffed to herself once the professor moved her eyes to the front of the classroom. She was treating them like little kids and the girl despised that feeling. Her eyes fell to the book that they received. There was something off about it and she did not understand why they would actually need it. Don't get her wrong, she read it. But she wish she had not because it had been extremely boring. Sometimes, she desired to just curse her sister out of the house. This book did not even provide any of that information. It was dull and useless.

             "Wands away and quills out," the woman demands, her hands clasping together as she waits for all of them to do so. Many students exchanged a knowing, glooming look since they realized that when those words followed, usually they never did anything interesting. The Ravenclaw sighed to herself and placed it away. Only Professor Umbridge took out her wand to make words appear in the blackboard. As a couple of words started appearing, Spencer began writing it on the parchment knowing that she would want them to do so. She was completely bored and that was slightly unusual for this class. Spencer zones out for a moment, waiting impatiently for the class period to end despite that it has just started.

             The young girl did not realize that Professor Umbridge had spoke until she forced them to repeat the words, "Yes, Professor Umbridge" as if they were puppets. Spencer sincerely hopes that this would not be a daily routine. For as much as they're looked down upon and seen as the 'smart' ones, most Ravenclaws were lazy, to put it down nicely. There was a stereotype that all Ravenclaws were smart and strict, but in reality, they were just sleep-deprived students with a mind that can either be excellent at one point and trash the next. Spencer enjoyed reading, but only for her own benefit.

             Which is why her face scrunched up as the woman told them, "I should like you to turn to page five, chapter one. There will be no reason for you to talk." Once she finished with her instructions, the pink woman sat down behind her desk and watched strictly as all of them opened their page. She turned away once she noticed Hermione raise her hand up without lifting up the book. Spencer took a look around the room, noticing immediately the bored look on their faces. Even the boy beside her was glaring at the book rather than reading it. She did not bother to read the first chapter once again. Her mind could remember all the words exactly and where she could find it if asked. Instead, she began staring at Hermione's raised up hand in wonder. Honestly, she was slightly impressed on how long the girl could keep it up. It was annoying watching Professor Umbridge purposely ignore her.

             After what feels like ten minutes, everyone in the class just started to stare at the bushy-haired girl as well. She was far more interesting than the book either way. Hell, even Blaise Zabini was looking at the girl in interest. When the toad-face woman noticed, her sweet fake smile appeared once more. "Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" The professor questions in her high-pitched voice.

             Spencer coughed to herself (it was actually a scoff) and decidedly turned to her partner. He was already looking at her since he heard the 'cough'. An eyebrow rose as he stared at the girl, watching in amusement as she made it obvious that the roll of her eyes were for the professor. Blaise could immediately tell since that Gryffindor girl did not even open her book once.

             "Not about the chapter, no," Hermione disagrees, her lips slightly pursing as she finally put down her hand. By the way she held on to her arm, Spencer could tell the girl was tired. The professor gave her an unamused look.

             "Well, we're reading just now. If you have any other queries, it is best if they are asked at the end of class," the professor shuts down, her eyes blinking about five times with the same frozen smile. Hermione ignored the statement and continued, "I have got a query about your course aims."

             Professor Umbridge raises her eyebrows. "And you name is?"

             "Hermione Granger," the Gryffindor replies confidently, her lips shutting tight rightfully so.

             The pink toad almost gives a sneer-look face. "Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," the woman utters out with a forced, determined sweetness. Spencer leaned back in her chair disapprovingly and in upset. The woman had to be kidding, right? Hermione and her seem to have the same idea as the bushy-haired girl bluntly says, "well, I don't. There is nothing written up there about using defensive spells."

             It appears that her words were barely making others connect to what the course aims have said. Frowns started appearing onto their faces. Professor Umbridge looked taken back by the remark and let out a small laugh. "Using defensive spells? Why, I cannot imagine any situation where we would have to use that," the woman argues in her fake sweetness.

             Spencer raises her hand. She waits impatiently for the woman to call her, hoping it would not take as long as it did for Hermione. Professor Umbridge looks at her and nods as she says, "Yes, Miss..."

             "Montague," Spencer answers bluntly. She noticed a pleased smile take over the woman's face. Immediately, the Ravenclaw figured that her sister has already faced this class and most likely left her usual 'perfect' image toward the professor. It makes sense for a perfectly insane student to get along with a toad-faced stup—

             "Right, Miss Montague. Your sister was quite a dear," Professor Umbridge compliments, flashing her pointy teeth. Spencer did her best to not scowl at the mention of her sister. She could sense her partner's eyes on her, but ignored it.

             Instead of replying to what the woman said, Spencer argues, "I thought Aurors were suppose to use defensive spells. Or how else would they dodge an attack heading their way? Did they just not learn defensive spells and are currently untrained and unfit for the Ministry's use? In the muggle world, that is considered lethal and dangerous, about 87% of them die of unpreparedness. What about the Minister himself? If I remember correctly, he has used defensive spells before when—"

             "Miss Montague!" Professor Umbridge interrupts, finally, a glimpse of her cold tone present on her face. The 'kind' look in her eyes turned distant and everyone could sense her trying to keep the sane smile on her face. Most of the students tried keeping in the snicker that wanted to escape their mouth. They knew that the Ravenclaw has a point in her words and even the boy beside her shut his mouth tight in a thin position to stop an encouraging smirk to reach his face. He could not help but be impressed by the innocent look she put on, her eyes widening and her eyebrows furrowing.

             "My mistake, Professor Umbridge," Spencer apologizes with a blank tone. She could sense the fume coming out of the elder woman's ears. As much as she would love to continue, she stayed silent to let the others who had their hand raised argue against the wicked toad.

             "So we're not going to use magic?" Ron Weasley decides to intervene, asking the question quite loudly. Professor Umbridge snaps her head to the redhead Gryffindor. Spencer rose an eyebrow as she stares at how the woman tried keeping calm despite wanting to lash out. Do it. She would enjoy if the woman just revealed her true nature. Most of the DADA professors ended up being inefficient. The only one she respectfully enjoyed and like had been Professor Lupin. Unfortunately, he removed himself from his position because he was outed as a werewolf. Spencer did not understand why. He was the most kindest and genuine professor than they have had for DADA. She figured it would be because of woman like her.

             Hermione rose her hand again and Harry followed along. Professor Umbridge ignores the raised hand from Ron after purposely telling him that he had to raise his hand in order to be called on. Her eyes lingered on Harry's before calling on Hermione instead. The bright witch could not help but say, "surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?"

             In her falsely sweet tone, Umbridge replies back with a question of her own, "are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?" Once Hermione shook her head and opened her mouth to speak up, Umbridge continues, "then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way."

             Risk-free? The woman had to be absolutely bonkers. There is nothing that is risk-free in a world of wizards. Many years ago it had been Grindlewald who took a dark turn, now it was Voldemort. Was she really that naive or was that just one of her specialties? Honestly, Spencer would not be surprise if the pink toad was aligned with the Dark Lord.

             "What use is that?" Harry asked loudly, ignoring the words the professor had uttered to Ron. "If we're going to be attacked it won't be in a—"

             "Hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge almost hisses. Harry thrusts his fist into the air and as expected, the woman turned away from him. Her eyes wandered around the room to notice dozens more with their hands raised. Spencer tapped her fingers onto the desk, her jaw clenching in annoyance. She purses her lips and watches quietly as Dean Thomas argues in defense for Harry and for Professor Lupin. The Ravenclaw liked the dark-skinned Gryffindor. He was dorm mates with Harry and with the few classes she had with him, he was pretty cool.

             Spencer was book smart. Well, in a cheating type of way because her mind could easily remembered the words if she wanted to. But Umbridge is insane if they think these students will pass just by reading one simple book without practicing. Has she not heard of the 'practice makes perfect' judgement? Technically, Spencer did not believe practice would make perfect, but it would definitely make the person better. She could not help but agree with the boy who lived when he asked, "and what's good theory going to be in the real world?"

             As if talking to a child, her voice softens firmly, "this is school, not the real world, Mr. Potter." Harry's eyes harden.

             "So we're not suppose to prepare for what's out there?" He counters back, his eyebrow raised smartly. She could tell his temper was rising up and she could not blame him. When the woman answers that nothing was going on in the real world, Spencer rolled her eyes and straightened her back. People can be so ignorant. And ignorance is a downfall.

             "Mmh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort?" Harry mockingly answers, his voice raised once he mention the Dark Lord's name. This managed to release reactions from one side to the other. On one hand, Ron gasped at how his friend uttered out the name as did her own best friend, Ricky. Lavender Brown gave out a little scream and Neville Longbottom slipped off his stool. Spencer rose an eyebrow, not flinching as the boy was not wrong at the slightest. She never understood the concept of the name. The girl would dare to only use 'you-know-who' when Voldemort's name is a trick of some sort. It was about time they should acknowledge it. However, she could not help but scowl at the way the professor gained a satisfied smile and gladly took ten points away from Gryffindor.

             "Now, let's make some things clear. You have been told that a certain Dark Wizard has return from the dead," Professor Umbridge stands up with a straight position, leaning toward them almost threateningly. The classroom stayed silent and still, their eyes only moving from Harry to the toad. Harry angrily retorts something back, his eyes glistening in red. "That is a lie," she states, her eyes throwing daggers to the young boy.

             Before Harry could speak up, Spencer cleared her throat, allowing her classmates to turn their heads toward her. "If I am hearing correct, Professor Umbridge, what you are saying is that Cedric Diggory decided to randomly die despite the friends and family he has left? If so, I'd say you'll be disrespecting a young man who was a kind-hearted male. He was a good friend and saying so would dishonor his memory."

             Once more, the class held in their breaths and some even lightly gasped at how the Ravenclaw mentioned the former Hufflepuff. Before Professor Umbridge could respond back, Spencer continues, "based off the content you are trying to provide, this had nothing to do with Voldemort? I mean, this would immediately bring the accusation toward the Ministry, yes? It obviously could not be a Deatheater because that would automatically mean Voldemort is still involved. But wasn't Barty Crouch Junior a Deatheater? So what is it, Professor? Was Cedric murdered by the ministry, by his own hand, or by—"

             "Miss Montague, I will gladly allow you to join in for detention with Mr. Potter," the woman cuts her off. At this point, everyone in class wondered how she could manage to keep the fake smile on her lips. "Ten points off Ravenclaw as well. You should follow your sister's steps from now on," Professor Umbridge mutters quietly.

             Spencer glares at the woman, but stays silent for the rest of the time. She turned to look at Ricky who was giving her a concerned look. The girl shook her head lightly before glowering in silence as she watched Harry continue to argue against the woman. She could feel the eyes of Zabini stare at her. It felt awfully weird and she figured he would be insulted by how mad she is toward her perfect sister.

             (Follow her sister's steps? As if Spencer would want to become a Deatheater).

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
me writing a fanfic about a boy
we did not get a lot of information
on? yeah, sounds like sm i would
do 👁👄👁. this chapter was fairly
long, not a lot of blaise, but it's not
like they're friends yet lmao.
LOWKEY a bit boring,,, but that's
because nothing happened really

either way, i appreciate the votes,
comments, and love <3