Umbridge

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lady-daisyhookum‌:

Who: Daisy Hookum and Dolores Umbridge @dolly-umbridge

Where: The Room of Requirement 

When: Saturday, March 18th 

Usually the only person who frustrated herself this much was Tilden. But that was because he infuriated her to no end and didn’t even seem to be aware of why. Dolores though was a different story. Why was she feeling this way towards someone who usually annoyed her? Someone who she usually steered clear of but was now making her way towards. “Dolores, what are you doing here?” She asked, wondering if her face was as red as it felt. “You should leave.” 

Dolores hadn’t been invited. She was almost never invited to these things. There was no way though that she was going to pass on any opportunity that allowed her to take her prettiest, softest and pinkest dresses from her trunk. Anything to break from the dreary grey’s and blacks of the school uniform. Alcohol truly did wonders. The purebloods she usually tried to associate herself with didn’t even try to push her out this time. When Daisy approached Dolores was in the middle of dancing. “Only if you come with me” she replied, pausing mid-dance.

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dclohovs‌:

“Dropped it?” Antonin looked positively blasé at the words. “Too bad. I’m keeping it.”

“Oh, of course. Keep it. I’m sure that you’ll look lovely wearing a pink hair bow!”

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gidecns‌:

“Hey —” Gideon looked indignant. “I was playing with that!”

“Oops! How silly of me. I didn’t realize this was a playground”

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notyourfrenchdoll‌:

Gabrielle came out of the classroom in a huff, already frustrated and feeling too pent up. The school walls were becoming suffocating, and the blonde wanted nothing more than to get out and be in the real world. Making her way into the main corridors, she paused, letting her back rest against one of the walls, before letting out a long sigh, and muttering to herself, “There has to be more than this.”

It didn’t matter to Dolores that she was beautiful because this thing was only so due to her deplorable status as only somewhat human. Many of her classmates battled it out in the case of blood status which is why it was so absolutely baffling to her that any of them were willing to tolerate this filthy little half breed wandering the halls of their illustrious school. This was what tarnished them, and someday she would see an end to it. With a false saccharine smile plastered to perfectly painted lips she sidled over to the abomination and pondered,  “Feeling trapped, are we?”

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omnia-vcnitas‌:

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

“Oh, darling I know. An absolute tragedy, isn’t it? These quidditch players and their bruises - how unbecoming”