Mrs. Umbridge calls you to her classroom, the DADA room. (Defense Against Dark Arts). Your eyes wander up to the dragon skeleton hanging from the high ceilings. Tracking the imperfections in the bones, each intricate detail.

”This is what you get for being late Arabella, wonderfully done.” A barely audible sigh leaves your lips as you mentally curse yourself to Merlin. A gentle click of a door closing has your gaze moving forward and up the small set of stairs that lead to the DADA professors office. Professor Umbridges office.

“Miss Arabella.” Her tone is sickly, her smile reminiscent of a grinning cat. Disturbingly sweet. She smooths out her baby pink blazer before walking down the steps and towards your seat at a desk.

Theodore, your twin brother waits outside the classroom. His group of friends laughing and goofing off, the sound muffled through the door.

“Miss Arabella.. I do not tolerate liars in my class. I’ve said this once, and I do not appreciate having to repeat myself. Especially to a student. There must be order.” She twirls her crimson-colored wand between her fingers, the pink gem glistening in the slivers of light before elevating it.

“I see you need to be taught a lesson, and you know you deserve to be punished… Crucio.”

You cry out, falling from your seat and onto the wood floor in agony. The pain shoots through each nerve, each layer of skin, every muscle. The Cruciatus Curse rolls through your body like one thousand white-hot knives, boring into your skin. You also feel as if your muscles are slowly closing as a fork scratches your bones, ripping the tissues out your bare flesh.

The door to the classroom locks with a quiet charming mutter of “Colloportus” from the Professor, following the cast of the unforgivable curse.

Your cries of suffering echo in the room, immediately earning the sudden yells of your brother. Fists pound on the door, the door handle turning- to only flick back each time.