Library [Saturday Evening]

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Later in the Evening

[umbitch.livejournal.com]

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."

Re: Later in the Evening

[bigdamnprincipal]

"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."

Re: Later in the Evening

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Later in the Evening

[bigdamnprincipal]

"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.

Re: Later in the Evening

[umbitch.livejournal.com]

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

"I'll be back!"

And then, she was gone.