"So that's it then? You're not Head Girl anymore?" Fred repeated, staring down at the girl that was curled into George's side with her teary face buried in his shoulder. Blair shook her head and sniffled, causing George to rub his hand against her arm comfortingly.

The Gryffindor common room had been cleared by Lee when Blair walked through the portrait hole with tears streaming down her face. The twins and Lee had been sitting at the table when she appeared, making George lead her to the sofa and sitting her down with coos of asking what was wrong. Blair could barely get her words out as she hiccuped into her palms and eventually attached herself to her boyfriend, clutching his robe in her fist as she bawled into the material. George's heart ached at the sound of her cries and he wished that he had somehow known Umbridge was going to find Blair tonight, so that he could have hidden her away until they reached the Ravenclaw tower. But he supposed the effort would be a waste of time as the Professor would have eventually found Blair around the castle in the weeks to come.

"We're sorry, Blair," Lee's tone was sorrowful. "We're ready to pull her eyebrows off at this point."

"Surely Dumbledore will give it back to you. There's no way she can just take away things like that," Fred reasoned but Blair shook her head, raising it from George's shoulder. Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was blotchy, her arm rising to wipe harshly at her nose. George stopped her and used his thumb to wipe at her tears, his worry intensifying when she barely flinched and didn't playfully swat his hand away like she was known to do.

"S-She can do what she wants now. T-There's no point in t-trying to get it back," she stuttered, her shoulders low and sagging in defeat.

"She's not getting away with this, Blair," George soothed. "We're giving her hell until the year ends. Mark my words."

Blair nodded lightly and didn't bother to try and change George's mind. She didn't want others to get in trouble for her sake, but she was too upset to fight back. She wanted to curl up into a ball and spend a week crying over today's disaster. It wasn't really about the taking of her Head Girl duties anymore. It was about the confrontation from Umbridge and being thrown into the deep end just because of the Professor's dislike with the group of Gryffindors Blair was known for associating with. She ironically felt small against the woman and felt that Hogwarts wasn't the place she could feel secure in anymore.

"Go head up to my room. You can sleep here with me for tonight," George said into her ear, ushering her up from the sofa and sending her smile as she sulked up the stairs to his room. Once she had disappeared around the corner, his smile dropped and he turned to his brother and friend with a hard look.

"How can she be so evil?" he asked, not expecting a logical answer. Fred and Lee shook their heads and ran their hands down their faces.

"I've never seen someone upset so many people in such short space of time. She's worse than Malfoy," Fred scoffed humourlessly. "We've got to plan something. Something big."

"Why not a collection of small petty things instead?" Lee suggested, a light bulb metaphorically hovering over his dreadlocked-head.

"Blair's got a game next weekend against Slytherin. Umbridge will surely be there," George mentioned. "What can we do, boys?"

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The pitch had thankfully been cleared of all the snow that once piled up around the stadium. Winter was slinking away quicker than expected and was making way for spring. Hopefully, the flowers would return to the school grounds and everyone would feel more motivated to continue on with their lives rather than let Professor Umbridge bring them down with a stomp of her pink-shoed foot.

Even though Blair was bummed out from having her Head Girl badge taken from her, she had found a way to let out the frustrations in a safe and healthy way. That was done by Quidditch. Today's game was between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, meaning the blue team were gearing up with shin pads, arm pads and some even wore helmets. They knew they were in for a tough game, but it was crucial to get a good score and win in order to go through the competition and come out on top. This was what kept Blair from flying on her broom over to the teacher's stand and grabbing Professor Umbridge by her hair, pulling her over the rocky mountains that sat in the distance and releasing her to her painful death.

As the quaffle was thrown up and the game commenced, the only Gryffindors that sat in the Ravenclaw stands today were Fred, George and Lee. The others had said they wouldn't be able to come for the game but hoped that Blair would be okay and hopefully nail Slytherin into the ground to prevent them from wining the house cup. The twins and their dark-skinned friend cheered for Blair, but were keeping their attention on the woman that sat next to Professor McGonagall in the teacher's stand. The head of Gryffindor looked ultimately uncomfortable from having to sit with Umbridge for the game, but tried to distract herself by watching the game in front of her.

"If at any point she spots us, we set them off early. She'll throw us out as soon as she assumes we're up to something," George instructed to his group. "But for now, just act normal and hope that the Slytherin Beaters don't fracture Blair's skull."

Blair played viciously from the very release of the quaffle. The Slytherins tried their sneaky tricks and intentionally tried to knock every Ravenclaw player off their broom. Cho had been shoved at least four times by Malfoy who followed her around the pitch in hopes that she'd spot the snitch for him, letting him fly forward and capture it for himself. Crabbe and Goyle made sure to aim their bludgers at the team's heads, hoping to cause as many concussions as they could.

However, Blair's skill and determination had left her unscathed for a majority of the game. She glared at the Chasers that would sneer at her and tried to send her towards the ground. Pulling her broom in unpredictable directions allowed her to score goals and humiliate the Slytherin team as if they were amateurs.

"Lee, shouldn't you be commentating this?" Fred questioned after a while, realising that the game was silent above the cheers and boos of the crowd.

"Umbridge gave the job to some Slytherin once she banned you guys from Quidditch. I've got a personal problem with her too, you know?"

George and Fred looked to each other with raised eyebrows and again, found another deep hatred for the woman. She couldn't possibly strip them of anymore rights and roles that had been theirs for years. She was beginning to sound a lot like the Muggle dictator that they had learnt about in Muggle Studies who put prison camps in place and changed everything to the way he liked it to be. The woman was like a weed that grew in between the pavement. Never wanted but always there, growing taller and taller in between the cracks of what Hogwarts once was. But she had to be stopped and no weed killer would do that. It had to be done the Weasley way, and that was with fireworks, of course.

The game got to the point where Ravenclaw were winning by ten points, but were starting to show fatigue. Their Keeper had already been sent to the hospital wing by a sudden attack of both bludgers at once when protecting the goals, leaving the substitute Jonathan Runner in his place. The boy wasn't great at the position, making the team fight extra hard in keeping the quaffle away from their goal posts. Their flying was now sluggish and the Slytherins had become more and more aggravated by their losing state, making them fly dangerously and increase the risk of the entire team being sent to the hospital wing.

Blair sat on her broom while trying to catch her breath. She had just spent five minutes weaving in between players to try and score their winning goal, but had been continuously pursued by not only the Slytherin Chasers, but the Beaters and Seeker as well. The snitch hadn't been seen until a minute ago, leaving Malfoy to momentarily abandon his position and help his team eliminate the biggest threat on the Ravenclaw side.

"Come on Cho..." she mumbled, seeing the girl flying above her after the small golden ball. Malfoy had now joined her and was digging his elbow into her side, trying to get ahead to finish the game regardless of the lack of points they had to get any further in winning the cup.

Fred, George and Lee had left their seats in the stands and stood outside the stadium, cylinders in hand and wands at the ready. Flames had been ignited from the tip of their wands and they shook the tins to warm up the contents inside. They grinned to each other and listened hard for their cue that would erupt from the stadium.

As Cho's fingers enclosed around the snitch and Roger threw the last goal through the middle hoop, the cheers flowed out from the stadium and the three lit their fuses. Orange, red and yellow sparks exploded from the cylinders and slinked through the air as if they had minds of their own. They flew over the top of the stadium and locked onto their target; Professor Umbridge who stood with a tight frown on her lips from the loss of her house.

The slithers of warm colours caught the attention of the woman and she was sure that her eyes had deceived her for a moment. The Professors around her halted their applauding for Ravenclaw's win and scattered from the pink creature, knowing that the sparks were heading straight for her. Even Professor Dumbledore hurried out of his seat after Professor Sinistra, the two standing off to the side from a safe distance with growing grins on their faces. Umbridge jumped up from her seat but wasn't quick enough to leave the stands and avoid the bursts of colour. She let out a squeal as she was engulfed by the fireworks, scorching the seats around her and leaving tiny burn marks through her pink cardigan and pink strapped shoes. The students watching sat in awe and silence as they waited for the woman to emerge from the ball of sparks, hoping that she had been burnt to a pile of ashes.

Fred, George and Lee ran back into the stadium just in time to see Professor Umbridge appear through the commotion, covered in soot and smelling of gunpowder. Her shoulders heaved and her nostrils flared, having the rage of a bull that has been antagonised by a man in red. Mutters were heard throughout the stadiums before the loud laughs of the Ravenclaw team were head on the pitch. They had lowered to the ground and stood in a group as they pointed up at the woman, holding their stomachs that ached from amusement. The rest of the stadium followed suit and made the woman stomp away from view and disappear down the stairs of the stands, laughter following her even from some of the Professors.

"Look at Blair!" Fred called over the laughter and his brother and friend looked to where he was pointing. Blair was wiping at her eyes and hanging on to Anthony Goldstein for dear life. The joy was alive in her eyes and her smile made her eyes disappear, bringing warmth and satisfaction to not only George's heart, but Fred and Lee's too.

Not only did Ravenclaw beat Slytherin and were now in the lead of the competition, but Umbridge had been put in her place and shown that Hogwarts had its own sorts of punishments to dish out.