Chapter 13 – Second Incident
It happened at the end of September. We were in charms class while the rain was pouring outside, and the wind was rattling the windows like the end of the world had come. We were learning the Flipendo, the knockback charm, the same one that the Parkinson girl used on Quincy. Everything was going smoothly, right until Draco performed it so well, he flipped his minion, Crabbe... no, Goyle... no... No matter, one of them was sent spinning in the air, crashing into Professor Umbridge's desk, splintering it into hundreds of pieces and splashing ink on her, sitting behind it. What would be a pretty good scene in Professor Lockhart's class, making everyone laugh, here the mood quickly turned cold and silent.
"Come here." Professor Umbridge stood up, holding that nasty smile on her toad-like face. For a moment, I had the idea that she probably couldn't give birth to children as all of them would turn out as basilisks.
"It was an accident," Draco answered with fake calmness, gripping his wand even stronger while Umbridge picked out her own, picking up Goyle with a wish, throwing him at the end of the room like a rag doll, hitting the wall with him so hard, it made the classroom shake. This move alone frightened all of us, especially Draco.
"This woman is not right in the head...." I whispered, but Quincy just stepped onto my feet to shut me up before she heard it.
"Mr. Malfoy," Umbridge said again, looking at him, her mouth kept in a wide, unnatural smile.
"My father is-" He started, but the Professor interrupted him by simply raising her wand.
"Tks, tsk, tsk! Your Father is not here, and this is my domain, Mr. Malfoy. Bad children need to learn, and the quickest teacher is nothing else but pain. Crucio!"
Draco didn't have any chance to scream as he was writhing on the ground, twitching uncontrollably under the spell's effects. It lasted only a few seconds, but Draco immediately passed out when Professor Umbridge stopped. Did I look the same? Was my face contorted in such agony too? Were my eyes just as frightened and pleading?
"Carry him out. Class dismissed!" She waved her hand, fixing her clothes with magic and repairing her desk, ignoring the rest of us.
"Come. Help me." I nudged Quincy, who reluctantly walked forward with me, picking the unconscious Draco up from the ground.
"What about him?" She asked, looking towards Crabbe... no, Goyle, who was also knocked unconscious when hitting the wall.