professor umbridge

Sage took a seat next to Neville in the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom. Sage watched as a small paper bird flew around which was made by one of the Patil twins. Suddenly the bird burnt and fell down. "Good morning children," Umbridge said from behind them, which made them turn their heads, her wand was in the air, "Ordinary, Wizarding, Level, Examinations. O.W.L.S more commonly known as OWLS. Study hard and you will be rewarded, fail to do so and the consequences may be... severe." She said. As she read off the OWLS stuff it appeared in chalk on a chalkboard. She flicked her wand and books started floating and landing on people's desks.

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But please to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured Ministry-approved course of defensive magic," Umbridge explained. Hermione's hand was raised, "Yes?"

"There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" Hermione questioned.

"Using spells?" Hermione questioned, "Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"We're not gonna use magic?" Ron asked.

Umbridge turned to Ron, "You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure risk-free way,"

"Well that's no use," Harry interrupted, "If we're gonna be attacked it won't be risk-free,"

"Students will raise their hand when they speak in my class," Umbridge snapped. Ron and Harry exchanged glances, "It is the view of the ministry that a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after this is what schools all about!"

"And how are these theories going to prepare us for what's out there," Harry interrupted.

"There is nothing out there dear, who do you believe would wanna attack children, like yourself," Umbridge defended.

"Oh I don't know maybe Lord Voldemort," Harry snapped.

Whispers could be heard and Sage saw Seamus roll his eyes. "Let me make this quite plain, you have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once more," Umbridge explained, "This is a lie,"

"It's not a lie! I saw him!" Harry yelled.

"Dentition Mr. Potter!" Umbridge shouted.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry yelled, the mention of Cedric made Sage look down but Neville grabbed her hand in comfort.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident!" Umbridge defended.

"It was murder!" Harry yelled, "Voldemort killed him! You must know this!"

"Enough!" Umbridge screamed, "Enough... see me later Mr. Potter, my Office," she giggled sweetly. "Now open your books to page 5,"

Sage flipped to page five. She thought Gilderoy's classes were boring, but it didn't compare to listening to Umbridge's fake sweet voice made class boring and like hell.

Finally, the class was over and she quickly packed up her things and left.

Quidditch Pitch

She set her school stuff down and waited for others to show up. Most of the people who did show up were previous players, but a few younger students. Sage stepped forward "Hello everyone," she greeted and everyone listened. "So uh let me start by saying just because you made the team before, doesn't mean you'll make it again," Everyone nodded as if they were understanding "I'm gonna run this like a normal quidditch game or practice so we'll do 7 against 7 and then switch up the teams,"

Sage practically had a guaranteed spot as Keeper again, but she had agreed to let the chosen team pick who would be keeper, it was her against another fourth year.

Sage mounted her broom and flew to a keeper post. She dodged every goal besides 1 shot by Angelia Johnson. Once tryouts concluded everyone flew down and Sage stood in front of them. "We'll have another tryout next week, same times same place," Sage told them. The fourth-year keeper walked up to Sage.

"I'm Calla Peterson," Calla said, "Look I know I'm not gonna make the team so do I have to show up next year,"

Sage frowned "You're good," Sage said.

"But you're better," Calla admitted.

"It took loads of practice for me to get on the team," Sage told her, "I think you should just try, if I get injured we may need you, and once I quit or graduate maybe the position will be yours,"

The young girl smiled "Okay, I'll Cya next week!" She said happily and skipped off.

Angelia looked up "You better be the keeper this year," Angelina said.

"I plan on it," she admitted, "You got your chaser spot back for sure,"

Angelia smiled "Great, I'll Cya around Sage," Angelina walked off and Sage put her quidditch stuff away and walked up to the school.

She made her way to the great hall as it was dinner time. As she walked inside she could hear the chatter of fellow students. Sage walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Harry and Neville.

Seamus was glaring from down the table but Sage ignored him, "Hey Neville," she greeted, looking over at the boy.

Neville smiled sheepishly "Hi Sage," he said softly, the two scooped food on their plate and ate. "How did tryouts go?"

"They were great," Sage answered, "Hopefully I can figure out who I want, so far it's pretty similar to the last few years,"

Neville nodded "Cool," he said.

"Cool," Sage said quietly snd grinned. The boy just smiled back sheepishly.

A/N:
SORRY, THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT. I have a lot of fun stuff planned for the next few chapters but there will be loads of time skips for Umbridge's ascension, and then some just stuff for Sage!! Stay tuned!