The Centaur and the Sneak

           ’I’llbetyouwishyouhadn’tgivenupDivinationnow,don’tyou,Hermione?’askedParvati,smirking.

           Itwasbreakfasttime,twodaysafterthesackingofProfessorTrelawney,andParvatiwascurlinghereyelashesaroundherwandandexaminingtheeffectinthebackofherspoon.TheyweretohavetheirfirstlessonwithFirenzethatmorning.

           ’Notreally,’saidHermioneindifferently,whowasreadingtheDailyProphet.’I’veneverreallylikedhorses.

           Sheturnedapageofthenewspaperandscanneditscolumns.

           ’He’snotahorse,he’sacentaur!’saidLavender,soundingshocked.

           ’Agorgeouscentaur...sighedParvati.

           ’Eitherway,he’sstillgotfourlegs,’saidHermionecoolly.’Anyway,IthoughtyoutwowereallupsetthatTrelawneyhadgone?’

           ’Weare!’Lavenderassuredher.’Wewentuptoherofficetoseeher;wetookhersomedaffodilsnotthehonkingonesthatSprout’sgot,niceones.

           ’Howisshe?’askedHarry.

           ’Notverygood,poorthing,’saidLavendersympathetically.’Shewascryingandsayingshe’dratherleavethecastleforeverthanstayherewhereUmbridgeis,andIdon’tblameher,Umbridgewashorribletoher,wasn’tshe?’

           ’I’vegotafeelingUmbridgehasonlyjuststartedbeinghorrible,’saidHermionedarkly.

           ’Impossible,’saidRon,whowastuckingintoalargeplateofeggsandbacon.’Shecan’tgetanyworsethanshe’sbeenalready.

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