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CHAPTER EIGHT. DETENTION WITH UMBRIDGE

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"You got detention? Little miss 'never gets in trouble' got detention? Oh, this is rich." Evangeline sent Vivian a glare as the older girl laughed loudly. "It's not funny," she snapped. This only made Vivian laugh harder. "Stop laughing," Evangeline groaned.

Vivian's laughter died down. The two girls were walking down the hallway. Their last classes had just ended and Evangeline was walking her sister to the Slytherin common room in the dungeon. "It wasn't even my fault," Evangeline muttered. "Then whose fault was it then?" Vivian asked. Evangeline sighed, "Stupid Professor Vector and that dimwit Ronald Weasley."

Vivian laughed again and Evangeline rolled her eyes. "If Professor Vector hadn't have been so difficult and if Weasley hadn't have bumped into me, I would've been in class on time," Evangeline explained. "And if you hadn't have tried to pick a fight with your teacher, you never would've been late in the first place," Vivian countered. "She graded my essay unfairly. I just wanted her to give it another read but this time with a more open mind," the younger girl said.

"It's Professor Vector, I don't think her mind can be more open," Vivian pointed out and Evangeline sighed. "It's not fair," she complained, "I was barely even late. Detention is so unnecessary." Vivian only shrugged her shoulders. The two stopped in front of the entrance to the dungeons. "You should get to detention," the older girl said and Evangeline nodded. The two parted ways.

Evangeline made her way out of the dungeons and toward Umbridge's office. With every step she took, she became more irritated. She was in no mood to sit through a detention with a woman she despised.

When she was stood in front of the woman's office, she waited a while. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door was opened and Professor Umbridge was stood in front of Evangeline. She sent the girl a fake smile and stepped to the side. "Come in, Miss Caspian." Evangeline walked past the woman and entered the office.

She practically gagged at the site of it. The entire office was pink. There were circular picture frames on the walls that had cats in them. The meowing of the animals would annoy her, she could already tell. Evangeline walked further into the room went to sit at a small desk with a piece of parchment and a quill laid on it.

She dropped her backpack onto the floor and looked to Umbridge, her eyebrows raising expectantly. "You seem very eager," the woman noted. "I'm not eager, I just want to get this detention over with. I have a lot of homework to do," Evangeline said. Umbridge giggled the same annoying high pitched giggle that Evangeline hated. She walked around her desk and sat down.

The woman dressed in pink picked up her teacup, taking a sip of the liquid inside of it. She gently placed it back onto its little plate and turned to look at Evangeline. "Tonight, you will be writing lines," she began. Evangeline pursed her lips. "What will I be writing?" She questioned. "How about, 'I will not be late to class'," the woman replied. Umbridge looked away from the girl, going back to whatever work she was doing.

Evangeline picked up the quill before turning to the older woman. "Are you going to give me ink?" She asked. Umbridge giggled, not looking away from her work. "You won't need ink," she replied. Evangeline's eyes narrowed, "Is it some kind of self inking quill?" Umbridge looked up at her, "Write your lines, dear."

"How many times do I write the sentence?" Evangeline asked. "As many times as it takes for you to get it," the woman replied. Evangeline sent her a blank stare before turning to look at the parchment. She got a better grip on the quill and pressed it to the parchment, beginning to write the sentence. As soon as she wrote it once, a tingling feeling began to form on her left hand.

She ignored it and began writing the next sentence until this tingling began to burn, the pain quickly becoming unbearable. She looked down at her hand, watching as the sentence she had just wrote on the parchment begun to engrave itself into her skin. Her mouth fell open in pain and she dropped the quill. She briefly squeezed her eyes shut before looking up at Umbridge who was sending her a smile.

"What the hell is this?" Evangeline asked, a hard glare forming onto her face. "Watch your language and write your lines, dear," Umbridge repeated. A burning anger swelled up in Evangeline's body, spreading like a wildfire. She stared at the woman, her eyes murderous and full of hatred. Umbridge stared back, her face holding indifference. The younger girl looked back to her hand, watching the blood trickle down it.

She picked up the quill again, pressing her lips together. She began writing the sentence again, clenching her teeth with the pain that flared up in her hand. It seemed as though each time she wrote the sentence, it was as though the quill was dragging through the letter already embedded in her hand. Tears stung in her eyes, the pain intensifying with every stroke. She didn't let them fall though, refusing to give Umbridge the satisfaction.

She paused briefly to look at the damage to her hand. The sight of it made her want to gag. As she watched pools of blood flow down her hand and drip onto the desk, she could only think of one thing. She was going to make Umbridge pay.

••••

Evangeline walked into her dorm room that night, skipping dinner entirely. Her injured hand was tightly wrapped up in gauze. She winced every time she moved her hand in painful way. She sat down at her desk, pulling out her homework and beginning to work on it.

She did her best to ignore the pain in her hand. She had wondered if the pain would ever subside. Just thinking about it made her think of the nasty woman who was the cause of it. Anger flared up in her chest. She stopped doing her homework then, instead going to change into her pajamas before sitting on her bed. Evangeline took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down.

The door to her room opened and her eyes moved to it. Hermione Granger walked through the door, a worried look on her face. "You didn't come to dinner," she stated. "Yeah, I wasn't hungry," Evangeline replied. "I was worried that something happened," Hermione said. "Something like what? And why were you worried?" Evangeline asked.

The Granger girl ignored her, instead walking over to where she was sat and grabbing her left wrist. Evangeline went to protest while Hermione began unwrapping the gauze from Evangeline's hand. The Caspian girl didn't bother trying to pull away, sensing the determination of Hermione Granger. Once the gauze was off of her hand, Hermione examined the words engraved in it.

Her eyes were narrowed at the sight. Evangeline's eyebrows furrowed. "How did you know?" She asked. "Harry. Umbridge did the same thing to him when he had detention," Hermione responded. She began rewrapping the gauze around Evangeline's hand, a sigh escaping her lips. "That woman is sick," Evangeline muttered and Hermione nodded in agreement.

Evangeline looked up at her roommate, examining her for a moment. "Why do you keep being nice to me when you know that I don't like you?" She asked. Hermione laughed quietly. "Why do you not like me?" She asked instead of answering her question. "Because you annoy me," Evangeline answered bluntly. "You're just so nice and good and smart. You like helping people or whatever. And you're friends with Potter and that Weasley. It's annoying," she continued.

"I don't think that's a reason to dislike someone," Hermione said. "I think disliking someone because they annoy you is an excellent reason to not like someone," Evangeline countered. Hermione stepped away, going to sit on her own bed. "You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are. I didn't see it at first. All I saw was this angry girl who was rude to everyone who came into her line of sight. But then I saw you with your sister and, you're different with her. That's when I realized that there's more than just a mean girl who seemingly hates everyone and everything. I think all you need is a friend. Maybe two. Just someone you can talk to about how you're feeling. And I want to be your friend. So does Cleo," Hermione said.

Evangeline stared at her, thinking over her words. "Why do you guys even want to be my friend?" She questioned. Hermione shrugged, "Why not?" Evangeline rolled her eyes, turning away from the girl. "Well, I don't want any friends," she said. Hermione raised an eyebrow, "You sure about that?" Evangeline turned to her, her eyes narrowing. "You sound like my sister. Have you been talking to my sister?" She asked.

"No. But your sister sounds like she's pretty smart," the Granger girl said. Evangeline rolled her eyes. "She's not," she deadpanned. She then looked the girl in the eyes. "And to answer your question, I'm positive." The door to the dorm room opened again and Cleo walked in, holding a plate of food in her hand. "Hey, you didn't come to dinner. Your sister asked me to bring you this. Had to sneak it out of the Great Hall," Cleo said, holding up the plate.

"I'm not hungry," Evangeline replied. "She told me that if you said that, to not believe you and make you eat. She said it very seriously. It was kind of scary. You two are definitely sisters," Cleo said. "Just give me the plate," Evangeline muttered. Cleo handed her the plate. "Thanks," Evangeline said. "No problem," Cleo smiled before taking a seat next to Hermione.

"So, what're we talking about?" She asked. "Nothing," Evangeline said, eating a spoonful of mashed potatoes. Cleo looked to Hermione who just shook her head. "Okay," Cleo muttered, standing up and walking to her closet. "What do you guys think of Dean Thomas? He's pretty cute right?" Cleo questioned from where she stood. Evangeline groaned, tilting her head back in annoyance.

Cleo looked rather pleased with herself for eliciting that reaction from her. "You're predictable, did you know?" Cleo said. "I don't care," Evangeline replied monotonously. Cleo shrugged, going back to rummaging through her closet. "What are you doing?" Hermione asked the girl. Evangeline tuned the two out, focusing on her food and the pain in her hand.

She thought about Hermione's words and then Vivian's. She didn't understand why the two thought that she needed a friend. She didn't want to talk about her feelings with anyone. All she wanted was to be left alone and not hassled for being herself. She took another bite of her food, the taste of it turning bitter on her tongue. She heaved a sigh and placed the plate on her nightstand.

She crawled underneath her blanket and pulled it over her head, closing her eyes and willing herself to fall asleep.