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Library [Saturday Evening]

If anyone was to look in the right direction, they might have seen the lights on in the library. The door was unlocked and Thursday was inside. Friday was off safely in the BookWorld with the Bradshaws, both of whom had strict instructions about what to do if she didn't contact them by morning. That was one thing she didn't have to worry about, but it didn't stop her from occasionally glancing up from her reading to eye the door cautiously.

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Her head jerked back and she tasted blood.

Again.

In a very ladylike move, she turned her head to the side and spit, trying to clear her mouth.

"I apologize for the blood stains in your office," she said, quite insane now, if that wasn't clear. "Perhaps you can shampoo them out."

"I would have you clean them, but that would mean keeping you around, and we have no intention of that."

Umbridge pasted a very sweet, very transparent smile on her face. "This school has languished under you. The students are insolent, disrespectful and unintelligent. You have teachers educating that have no experience. You have classes that will have absolutely no application in the real world."

She paused to take a breath. "You are not worthy of this position. I am."

Zoe tilted her head, considering Umbridge on an entirely new level of crazy. "You honestly believe that, don't you? You think abusing students is the way to run a school? The students may be a little crazy, but they're all intelligent in their own way. Every teacher has experience in what they're teaching, which is more than can be said for a lot of schools. And the classes might not apply to your version of the real world, but they do to theirs, and that's what counts. You're not worthy of holding any position in this town."

"I'm really hard pressed to even think you're worth of continuing to breathe, actually," John said, from where he was leaning against a bookshelf and cradling his shotgun.

"Oh, but I was having so much fun," she chirped, still looking manically cheerful for someone in a room full of people with weapons. Too bad I just didn't end one of their insignificant little lives. How would you both feel then?"

John gave her a wolfish smile. "Then my gun wouldn't be loaded with rock salt," he said and fired point blank at her.

She automatically tried to send her wand up in a shield charm before remembering that she had no wand.

And no defense.

That--hurt.

"I do so hope your son is all right," Umbridge said though it was weak and pained. "The scars should clear...maybe."

"He'll be fine," Zoe said sharply. "All of the students will be fine, because we'll take care of them. Your time here is done."

Thursday had been watching on in silence. "Everything is ready when you are, Principal Washburn."

"Thank you," Zoe replied, before turning her glare back on Umbridge. "I don't know if you had a chance to get familiar with our library, but you're right at the Special Collections. It's--well, there are reasons they're called the Special Collections, and you're going to have plenty of time to learn them all. Say goodbye to everyone, Dolores."

And with that, Zoe shoved Umbridge back, possibly with a little more force than necessary.

As she was being hurled into Special Collections, Umbridge managed to say one last thing:

"I'll be back!"

And then, she was gone.

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