Apart from toying with the Slytherins, the time until Christmas was rather dull. Harry was wrestling with his composure whenever he was in the same room as Umbridge. The toad put up decree after decree, not that it was of any use. Well, at least the twins were having fun, conjuring a swamp in one of the frequently used corridors and making an overall menace of themselves. Though Severus would never admit it, Harry could sense his admiration for the twin's spell-work. Friday evenings, detention with Severus were the highlights of Harry's week, while Defence against the Dark Arts became an exercise in self-restraint. A restraint he could not always manage.