"Did you see it?" 

"D'you reckon she knows?"

"What are we going to do?"

The news of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four had broken, which forbade the formation of any unauthorised student groups, which legally stopped them continuing with their defence group.

"We're going to do it anyway of course," Harry told Fred, George, Neville, Dean, Ginny, Calliope and Natalie quietly.

"Knew you'd say that," grinned George.

"The prefects as well?" Fred raised an eyebrow at Ron and Hermione.

"Of course," said Hermione cooly

"Here come Ernie and Hannah Abbott," said Ron, "and those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith... and no one looks very spotty."

"Never mind spots, the idiots can't come over here now, it'll look really suspicious- sit down!" Hermione mouthed at Ernie and Hannah.

"We'll go and tell the Hufflepuffs," said Calliope, grabbing Natalie and hurrying over to their own house table.

********

"Alright," Umbridge smiled sweetly at her Seventh year Defence Against the Dark Arts class at the beginning of their next lesson, "If you would all please open your books to page 670, we will commence our reading at the beginning of Chapter 29."

Calliope stuck her hand in the air, a small ball of anger beginning to grow in her stomach.

"Yes, Miss Doge?" Umbridge asked. Fred shot Calliope a wary look, nudging her foot with his own to remind her to keep her cool.

"Are you going to actually teach us anything?" Calliope asked, There was a collective intake of breath from all of the students at Calliope's words, "all we ever do is read the textbook, which I've already read. It doesn't really require much teaching skill to sit back whilst a class reads a book does it? You should at least explain the spells to us and demonstrate them, or can you not actually perform any of the N.E.W.T spells?"

The silence in the room could've been cut with a knife, the tension was almost palpable, and if looks could kill, Umbridge would've been shooting lasers out of her eyes.

"Detention Miss Doge," Umbridge said in a carefully controlled voice, "I will not be spoken to like this in my own classroom. If you have already done the reading for today's class then I would suggest you remove yourself from my classroom."

"Gladly," Calliope shoved her book back into her bag, slung it over her shoulder and left the classroom, leaving behind a stunned class and Fred, who had a feeling of anger inside him that he was unable to identify the cause of.

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"Screamer!" Fred jogged to catch up with Calliope when he spotted her in a corridor later that day, "what you said to Umbridge- that was amazing!"

"I was just so angry," said Calliope, "I couldn't help myself!"

"It was brilliant!" grinned Fred, "Lee wouldn't stop laughing for the rest of the lesson, Umbridge had to send him to McGonagall!"

"And now people are going to expect me to do that in class all the time," groaned Calliope, "I can't do that again Fred, I hate speaking in front of people, it makes me feel sick."

"Well, whenever you do speak you roast Umbridge," said Fred gleefully, "it's brilliant. Maybe next time instead of you saying it you can whisper it in my ear and I can tell Umbridge."

"That sounds like a good idea," Calliope laughed at this prospect.

Fred nodded seriously, "Sometimes I do have those."