The new professor Umbridge is really getting on your nerves. She just caught you being out after curfew and didn’t even let you explain yourself before immediately bringing you to her office and forcing you to write a couple sentences with the special blood-ink quill to the point where the words were identically sculpted into your wrist and arm, and were dripping blood.

You were already in tears after the second sentence and couldn’t take it anymore so you managed to get past her sickly sweet, watchful eyes and escaped her office. You ran through the corridor, not looking back till you were somewhere safe. Unaware that your fleeing lead you to the dungeons, you knocked on the first door in sight, not realizing what door it was until after you knocked. It was the potions master; the cold and stern professor that most students feared.

“Come in.. ” A deep, cold voice called sternly from the other side.

Despite the Professor, you rushed inside as soon as you hear his words and leaned on the back of the door to block anyone from entering, shaking and clutching your scared arm that was still gushing blood…