Chapter 1

The brown door opened, revealing a lurid pink room with the frills and lace that normally accompany a young girl’s room. A saccharine sweet voice fluidly trilled, “Now Mr. Pierce, you won’t be misbehaving again. Is that correct?” A young boy was walking out the door and stopped. His sandy hair was covering his eyes as he cradled his left hand.

“No Professor Umbridge,” Mr. Pierce answered meekly “I will conduct myself appropriately Professor Umbridge.” His formal wording and tone was a tell-tale sign of a line that was being recited.

“Very well Mr. Pierce. You may depart,” Umbridge’s syrupy voice stayed in the air like strong perfume. Mr. Pierce shut the door hurriedly and ran out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Running past portraits in the hallway who called after him, he still didn’t falter. Steady was his pace as he ran through an archway pretending to be a solid wall. Hot tears streamed down his face, dripping off his cheeks. Even once he was in the Entrance Hall, his feet kept moving of their own accord, anxious to take their owner far away from the one who caused pain. Slipping through the front doors, he stared to slow down, finally out of adrenaline and breath. He wandered over to a bench, and after checking that no one was around, curled up on it and wept.

A/N: This sprung forth after watching the OotP DVD. I’ve liked the Weasley twins, who will be appearing in the next chapter, and thought that seeing their sensitive side in comforting Michael, a Gryffindor who had been under Umbridge’s quill was a refreshing side to their characters. Usually they don’t get a lot of publicity for anything other than being goofballs. This is a way of expanding the scene in the movie, incorporating the book, and a bit of my own magic.