Inside the classroom was Professor Flitwick, sitting at his desk, surrounded by the various amounts of books. A common Ravenclaw trait. Who wouldn’t want to have a pile of books they would wish to read next to them at all times. Umbridge was on the far wall with her clipboard and pink feathered quill. The frustrated looks of both her and Professor Flitwick proved that they were having a heavy debate. Of what, I could not say. I could be vain and say it involved me, but I won’t. There could be plenty of reasons for a debate between the