The Hideous Pink-Clad Toad
After another restless night with Umbridge as headmistress and my second job being a detective after hours on behalf of Dolores to investigate whatever has ailed her at that moment, as I am the teacher closest to her rooms, I am always called upon.
Last night, it was to find out who had locked her out of her quarters with a complex spell she couldn't counter.
After getting an hour of sleep, I get dressed and head to breakfast. On the way, I run into Minerva.
"Did you sleep last night?" She asks, knowing I didn't. No amount of makeup charms could cover the bags under my eyes.
"I'll sleep when I'm dead," I say, exhausted but with a light chuckle.
"Fine, when the hideous pink toad is gone, so I'm not investigating who locked her out of her quarters and unlocking said quarters," I explain.
"She did not!" She exclaims in shock
"She did, and I'm beyond infuriated. I already have to stay up late to mark homework, but I'm so tired I don't think I can."
"The pranks are ingenious, but keeping you up is not."
"I agree the pranks are fantastic, the whole school is against her." I whisper as there are students around.
"We have a common enemy, whom we are desperately trying to get rid of, but she won't leave."
"There has to be something we can do."
"If we do anything, we'll be fired, leaving no one to protect the students."
"Keeping them safe is a top priority. Getting rid of Umbridge second."
We arrive at breakfast and I eat quickly to leave and go and get a head start on marking homework.
Well, she hasn't left yet, but we've been pushing her to her wits end, which has been very fun to watch. By we I mean the students, though we have given some helpful advice to the students. That doesn't mean that I'm not about to have a mental breakdown right now because of that horrid toad pushing every button.
Tears of frustration appear as a knock sounds on my door. I open the door, and there stands Minerva. I let her in.
"I heard about the toad." She says before hugging me.
"She needs to go before I end up in Azkaban for killing the hideous pink-clad toad."
"Soon. She'll be gone soon. We just have to hold out. We can do it, we've gotten this far."
"I know, I'm doing my best."
"I know, but promise me you won't do something stupid."
"I promise I'll try not to."
"That works too, I suppose," She says with a smile which I return.
Umbridge has been here for far too long, and we've all had enough.
Another bloody decree has been issued and I'm so close to saying "Fuck it" and just going to Azkaban for murdering the horrid cow.
"y/n no! we've been through this. We need you here." Minerva reminds me once again.
"I know, I know but I'm so close to killing her, it's not even funny anymore. She's made all our lives miserable. I already know I'm gonna need therapy after this is over."
"I think we all will. She's done so much damage to all of us."
"Group therapy sessions it is. But in all seriousness, this can't go on for much longer. She's using a blood quill, Minnie. She's quite literally scaring the kids for life."
"There's nothing we can do about it. If we do, we'll end up fired and in Azkaban for breaking at least one of her decrees. We can only make her life hell."
"Oh, that we've been trying."
"We need to try harder. All of us. The only people who are on the right path are the Weasley twins."
"Agreed, we need to help them more."
"Absolutely. The whole school needs to."
"We'll get her out of here one day, hopefully soon."
Well, Dolores, the ugly pink-clad toad is gone. Finally.
Sitting with Minnie in my quarters with a cup of tea after another day of teaching.
"Thank you, Minnie, for continuously stopping me from killing her and ending up in Azkaban."
"Oh, of course, dear, I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't lose my best friend."
"I couldn't lose you either Minnie." I reply with a small smile. We settle into a comfortable silence.
"Can you hear that?" She asks, breaking the silence.
"Peace and quiet and the sound of children talking happily again," I say.
"We did it, y/n, we held out. She's finally gone, and everything is back to normal."
"That it is. Though I do think group therapy is needed." I say with a small chuckle
"You may be right on that account." She agrees with a soft laugh.
