HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY! I don't know about you, but I'm really excited for Halloween. It's the only time that I can do my special effects makeup and other people can see it. Anyways, now that October is pretty much over, my life is a lot hectic, so I will hopefully be able to update more. Thank you for all the reviews and follows/favorites.
So, what's everyone doing for Halloween if you celebrate?
I'm going to walk around town with my friend. Okay, enough babbling, on with the chapter!
Chapter 8: The Big, Pink Bitch
"Well, good afternoon!"
Dean stared at the pink abomination that stood at the front of the room. Now that she wasa little closer to Dean, he could really tell that she was definantly the most disgusting thing that he has ever seen. Decan made a gagging sound quietly next to Dean, causing him to chuckle. The Pink Bitch heard him and sent him a disgusted look, but she didn't say anything to him. She waited a few moments as if she was waiting for more people to say good afternoon back, but no one even opened their mouths.
"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!"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class said back to her in almost perfect union. Dean, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to do as the Pink Bitch told him to. He noticed that Decan didn't say anything either.
"That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please," Professor Umbridge said. Everyone cast confused looks around the room, but did what they were told, even Dean, not that he even had his wand out in the first place. He refused to touch the thing unless he absolutly needed to. Pink Bitch then turned back to the blackboard, took out her own wand, and tapped the board with it, the words 'Defense Against the Dark Arts: A Return to Basic Principles' appearing on it.
"Now, your teaching has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it? The constant change of teachers, whom have not followed the Ministry-approved curriculum, had resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please," Pink Bitch rattled on and tapped the blackboard again, the words changing.
1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.
2. Learing to recognize situations in whic defensive magic can legally be used.
3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.
The rest of the class hastilly copied down what was on the board, but Dean still refused to move. Decan didn't make a move to start writing either, with made Dean happy. At least he wasn't the only non-brainwashed kid in this school.
"Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?" Professor Pink Bitch asked once most of the class was done copying down what she told them to. No one said anything. "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply 'Yes, Professor Umbridge' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"
"Yes, Professor Umbridge."
"Good," Pink Bitch said. "I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners.' There will be no need to talk."
Dean rolled his eyes as Professor Umbridge turned around to sit at her desk. He noticed that she was watching them way to closely for his comfort. Decan had taken out his book and began to read it, much to Dean's dismay. Well, apparently he was the only non-brainwashed kid in this place. Dean brought his hand up to scratch his nose, but other than that he made no move to do anything that the Pink Bitch asked him to. Instead he stared right back at her, as if to tell her that there was no way in hell that he was going to listen to her. Pink Bitch's eyes passed right over him and looked at Hermione, who had her hand in the air for the last few minutes.
"Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" Professor Umbridge asked Hermione.
"Not about the chapter, no," the girl said, impressing Dean. He took the last remark back, he really wasn't the only non-brainwashed kid. Hermione was in the same boat as him.
"Well, we're reading just now. If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."
"I've got a query about your course aims," Hermione said, not giving up.
"And your name is-?"
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," Pink Bitch said.
"Well, I don't," Hermione said, matter-of-fact. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
Pink Bitch let out a short laugh that contained no humor. "Using defensive spells? Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that woudl require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"
"We're not going to use magic?" Ron said loudly, causing Dean to let out a small smile. He was starting to like the little trio even more.
"Students rais their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr.-?"
"Weasley," Ron said and threw his hand in the air. Pink Bitch smiled even wider, turned away from him. Both Hermione and Harry raised their hands as well. When Pink Bitch saw Harry, she ignored him and instead looked at Hermione after a moment.
"Yes, Miss Granger? You wish to ask something else?"
"Yes. Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?" Hermione asked. Dean continued to watch the amusing little verbal battle between teacher and students.
"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?" Pink Bitch asked sweetly.
"Then I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and sleverer than you have devised our new program of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way-"
"What use is that?" Harry said, finally joining the conversation as well. "If we're goind to be attacked it won't be in a-"
"Hand, Mr. Potter!" Pink Bitch demanded. Harry did just that, but she turned away from him, but even more people raised their hands. Pink Bitch turned to someone that Dean thought was named Dean also, but he wasn't entirely sure. "And your name is?"
"Dean Thomas." Yup, same name as him. Great.
"Well, Mr. Thomas?"
"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" the kid asked. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free -"
"I repeat," Pink Bitch said, the sweetness in her voice sounding like it was becoming a little more forced, "do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"
"No, but -," the kid started to say, but Pink Bitch interupted him.
"I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school, but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed, not to mention," she said with another chuckle, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."
"If you mean Professor Lupin," the kid with the same name as Dean angrily said, "he was the best we ever -"
"Hand, Mr. Thomas! As i was saying, you have been introduced to spells that have been compex, inappropriate to your age group, and potentially lethal. You have been frightened into believing that you are likely to meet Dark attacks every other day -"
"No we haven't," Hermione interjected, "we just -"
"Your hand is not up, Miss Granger!" Pink Bitch demanded angrily. Hermione thrusted her hand into the air, but Professor Pink Bitch had already turned away from her. Dean sighed, finally having enough of this stupid fight. Neither side knew what ture attacks were, but at least the kids had a better idea of it than the Pink Bitch, which amused Dean to no end.
"God, you really don't know shit, do you?" Dean said loudly, still leaning comfortable back in his chair. All attention turned to the new voice in the room and Pink Bitch finally looked at him.
"Language, Mr. -?"
Dean ignored her, instead continuing at saying what he had started. "So, yeah, you are probably right when you say that we won't be attacked in your class, but what about outside this room?"
"Well, I can assure you that kids like yourself will not be attacked anytime soon, Mr. -?" Pink Bitch said, still trying to get Dean's last name out of him. What she just said caused Dean to roll his eyes at her blind stupidity.
"It doesn't matter who old you are, there are always things out there who will try to kill you, and some of them aren't even wizards, or whatever the hell a Dark wizard is," Dean said, finally sitting up straighter. "Everyone should be ready to defend themselves agains things out there that want to hurt them, and if one of them dies because you didn't teach them what they needed to be taught, then their death is on your hands."
"Again, I can assure you Mr. Singer," Pink Bitch said, seeming to have finally found his name, "that there is nothing out there that has any desire to hurt children like yourself, certainly not in the castle. You do not have to worry."
"Like hell I don't!" Dean angrily said, standing up from his chair with such force that he knocked it over. He was starting to get pissed off at the Pink Bitch and how totally stupid she was.
"Mr. Singer, sit down right now!" Pink Bitch demanded furiously.
"Like hell I will! You just don't get it, do you? You've probably been sheltered your whole life from what's really out there. You have no god damn right to be standing up there 'teaching' kids how to defend themselves. Hell, you've probably never even had your life threatened! Cause let me tell you, if you did, you'd be 'teaching' a hell of a lot differently right now," Dean snapped at her. He could feel the blackness of the demon leak into the corners of his eyes, but he was to angry to do anything about it.
"As I was informed, you are from America, are you not?" Pink Bitch said, her fake sweetness leaking back into her voice. "You do not know how the Ministry runs over here, and I do not like having such accusations pinned towards myself. A child like yourself has had no experience with fighting, certainly not for your life, and I will not stand here and let someone like that tell me how to do my job. Now, sit back down."
"I've never fought for my life?" Dean roared so loud that everyone in the room jumped and moved away from him. They could pratically feel the bloodlust radiating off of the teenager. Dean had his eyes trailed on Professor Umbridge, letting her feel the full wrath of his rage. "I have been fighting since I was four. I don't even know how many fucking times I've come close to dying, or how many people have tried to kill me. My best friend, father, hell, my whole family has tried to kill be at some point in time, but I'm still here, and got the scars to prove them! I can speak from experience that hands on teaching is a hell of a lot more useful when in counts than reading fucking books all the time."
The room was quiet after Dean's loud outburst. He was breathing hard, catching his breath as he continued to glare at Pink Bitch, who finally said, "Twenty points from Slytherin and detention, Mr. Singer. Come up here and get this note to bring to Professor Snape. Now."
Dean ground his teeth together, but went up to Pink Bitch's desl to grab the note she had written. He glared at her the whole time as he grabbed the note and finally turned away. Dean didn't bother to grab his thinks as he walked past, head high, and kicked the classroom door open, letting it slam loudly behind him. Dean stalked down the hall and to the dungeons where Professor Snape's room was. After taking a deep breath, Dean knocked on the door.
"Come in," Snape's voice said, and Dean opened the door. Snape looked up from his desk and was vaguely surprised when he saw Dean. "What do you need?"
"Pink Bi- I mean, Professor Umbridge told me to take this to you," Dean said, handing the pink piece of parchment to the professor and sitting down in one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk. Snape read over the piece of paper and raised an eyebrow.
"You have detention with Professor Umbridge for a week because of, as she put it, 'desrespecting a teacher and making obsured accusations.' I have never had a Slytherin get a detention on the first day of classes," Snape said, setting the note down. "What did you to do cause this?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "It wasn't my fault! She wasn't teaching right and all I did was tell her that. Apparently she doesn't take criticism very well."
"Well, you will need to go to these detentions, I can't do anything about it. Now, leave. Go back to the common rooms, seeing how it is probably not the best decision to send you back to class," Snape said, gesturing with his hand for Dean to leave. He stood up and left the room, letting the door close by itself behind him. After a few guesses, he finally got the right password. Dean walked into the common room and flopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. He closed his eyes and, to his surprise, fell asleep.
Dean was woken up by someone shaking him. His eyes snapped open and he found himself looking at the face of Decan.
"I was wondering where you disappeared to after you left DADA," he said, moving back to Dean could sit up. "After you left, Harry started to talk about You-Know-Who, and he got detention along with you. I gotta say, that was the most entertaining class that I had ever had."
"Yeah, whatever," Dean mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Did that stuff really happen? You know, about people trying to kill you?" Decan asked, sounding slightly hesitant. Dean glared up at him.
"Don't want to talk about it. I shouldn't have said what I did in class, just don't bring it up anymore," Dean said as he stood up. "Is it time for dinner yet?"
"Oh yeah, we should head down." The two of them left the common room and headed to the Great Hall. When they walked into the Great Hall, it fell silent as the other students stared at Dean. Apparently word about what Dean had said got around pretty quickly. Dean ignored the stares and sat at the table, across from Draco, and began to pile food on his plate. He had just started to eat when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to look at Sam, who was standing behind him.
"Dean, can I talk to you?" Sam asked.
"I don't want to talk right now, Sammy. Go back to your table," Dean said, shaking Sam's arm off of his shoulder and turning back to his food. Sam tried to talk to him again, but Dean kept ignoring him. Sam finally gave up and walked back to the Gryffindor table.
Dean looked up at the table and saw Pink Bitch glaring at him, and he just glared back. He really wasn't ready for detention tomorrow.
Chapter 7, done! I really hope that you liked the little argument between Dean and Umbridge (or as he calls her, the Pink Bitch). It was fun to write it and I'm sorry if you didn't like it, I just thought that if the two of them would ever argue, Dean would get right up in her face. I am also sorry for any spelling errors that I may have missed, it's just that my brother and his friend kept distracting me. Anyways, thanks for reading and remember to review! Bye!