Fred and George stood apprehensively at the door of the embodiment of evil herself's door. Some may say that was Voldemort but there was something just so much distinctly more unlikeable about Umbridge. It may be a strange thing to say but certainly at that moment they thought so. Sure, they'd had their fair share of detentions. Fair dos, really, they did break the rules a lot. But this time they hadn't even done anything wrong! They'd sighed. Sighed. That had gotten them a detention for 'being disrespectful and insulting of a professor and ministry curriculum'.

But not only had they sighed, they'd sighed in unison which earned them extra detentions for 'plotting collectively against the ministry' not to mention 'communicating in class'. All in all they had detentions for two months and goodness knows how many points deducted. With a teacher this unreasonable there was no way they'd make it till the end of these detentions before getting a whole new lot so there went there entire year. For once they really hoped that good old DAtDA teacher curse held up. Sharing a look of weary annoyance, deriving strength from each other's presences, the twins walked in.

Umbridge, in all her evil toadly glory, was right there in her sickeningly pink office with her sickeningly condescending smile "Yes?" She said, faux innocence making the boys want to punch her in the face, and they weren't violent people by nature. Really? She wanted them to say it themselves?

"We are here for our detentions." The two said in unison, neither particularly wanting to communicate with the woman alone.

"No, no, no," She said, each word scraping against their nerves like chalk against a blackboard at the same time as metal against metal amplified by a thousand. "I'm afraid you appear to be deluded. Detention is no time for socialising or hanging out with friends. It's a time where naughty school children reflect on what they've done wrong and how they'll never do it again, in solitude."

It took Fred and George a moment to keep their aggravation in check then to understand "So, you mean...?" Fred started.

"You're splitting us up?" George finished, both twins looking at each other with mild horrified expressions. They barely ever left each other's sides. Sure they did sometimes but like hell they'd let this bitch make them.

"Yes. As a matter of fact I am. Now you there, go along. Wait outside and I'll deal with you next." She said, pointing to Fred, though judging by her lack of address she didn't know or care which twin she was talking to.

Fred hesitated before scowling, keeping himself firmly planted where he was, "No! Detentions happen communally in this school, you have no authority to make me leave."

That made Umbridge's smile grow wider. It was the type of smile that said 'I spit-roasting living children above a fire and feeding them to dragons for fun' and it made free shudder, though he tried to hide it as best he could. "Actually, as a matter of fact I do." She said, voice like acidic treacle, before she pushed him. She physically pushed him! And she was deceptively strong, making Fred stumble back a couple strides towards the door and his shoulder sting in the way that meant it would bruise tomorrow. He'd have Umbridge's gremlin-y fingers imprinted on his shoulder.

George was now on the defence too, glaring like fire "Hey! Don't you dare touch him!" He said, instinctively moving closer to his brother's side.

Umbridge fixed him with a silent look that said she'd very much like to back-hand him hard in the face but then she looked away and smiled at the two. "Detention. You just earned yourself an additional month of detention each." When both boys opened their mouths to protest she shushed them and added "I'm sure you don't want to make me give you any more." It wasn't the threat but the gleaming look in her eyes that said she wanted them to give her a reason to do just that which had them doing as they were told, if reluctantly, Fred leaving his twin alone to go outside the door.

Alone now, George felt like the room was far colder. He felt way more alone too, more vulnerable. He comforted himself by remembering that this was just detention and, as much as she totally would if she could, Umbridge wasn't allowed to actually hurt him. 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words will never hurt me', right? He'd be fine and so would Fred.

Umbridge's attention was now completely on him, and that wasn't a pleasant sensation. Although it did give him a little comfort that she wasn't currently anywhere near Fred. "Please, have a seat." She said as if she'd invited him for a dinner party. He hesitantly did so, vowing that he'd win against Umbridge some day but it was wisest to humour her on her own turf. "Good. Now, stay sitting there while I deal with your brother. Don't worry, I won't forget about you. I'll be back to start your punishment too." George shivered at her tone and her... everything.

When she left the room it was like eating chocolate after being close to a dementor. But the feeling was short lived before the apprehension and worry, for himself and his brother, set in. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, starting to wonder just what he and his twin had gotten themselves into.

Fred stood in the corridor, rubbing his shoulder, wincing softly. He was angry, annoyed and a little afraid too. It felt wrong to leave George alone in there, completely wrong and his instincts told him to run straight back in, take his twin into his arms and go to the headmaster saying this wasn't fair. There was also a horrid anticipation of standing and waiting for Umbridge to come to him. Fuck, this was already going so badly and the punishment hadn't actually begun.

A door creaking loudly in the silent corridor had Fred jumping, though he composed himself quickly, not wanting Umbridge to have the satisfaction of seeing how tense he was. Said toad was standing there smiling, like punishing children was her favourite hobby (which it probably was). "Come along, into this room here." She said like she was talking to a braindead person as she beckoned him into an ominously dark room. Fred had no choice but to follow.

Light filled the room when they entered but creepy shadows still flickered and the lighting made Umbridge look very much like an insane murderer, which was not a look you ideally wanted from someone about to punish you. "Sit." She ordered, like he was completely in charge of her and he must do whatever she pleased. Which, in a way, was true. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth as he sat. It was okay, George was just a wall away. Proximity with his twin always comforted the both of them.

He looked up directly into the eyes of the monster, showing he wasn't afraid. Her smile grew wider before dropping, being replaced with a very obviously fake, patronising sad look, like the fact that he'd broken rules upset her on a personal level "Do you know why you're here?" She asked with that stupid 'sad' face.

"I broke rules." Fred managed to growl through gritted teeth, unbridled hatred in his eyes.

"That's right. You broke rules. You're a very bad, naughty boy. And naughty children deserve to be punished, don't they?"

"Yes." He grunted, trembling with anger at the infuriating woman.

"'Yes' what?" She said, slapping a pointing stick down on the table with an intimidating crack.

Fred shifted in his seat, rolling his back as he tried to keep his anger in check "Yes, professor." He said, trying and failing to keep his voice emotionless.

Umbridge stared at him for a moment before smiling "Good. You're dismissed." She said before walking casually away.

Fred blinked, stunned, unsure of what just happened "What... what do you mean? I no longer have detention?"

This time when Umbridge looked at him it wasn't just her eyes that you could see her unconcealed evil in but her whole body, she made no attempt to hide it. "Well, in a way yes but not at all. See, I can see what a strong bond you and your brother have. You derive strength from each other. Well, I've deciddd that the best way to punish the pair of you is to divide and conquer. I've already split you up physically now I shall do so mentally too. Also, I'm sure the best way to punish you would be to punish your brother. There'll be no point in punishing you both equally because you'll simply derive comfort from each other. Therefore, instead of you sitting your punishment your brother will. Every day he'll get the time of both his and your punishments combined."

Fred paled, feeling absolutely sick. She wasn't punishing them she was full on attacking them. Of course, he wasn't really surprised but he was still shaken to hear it admitted so openly. "Why... why are you telling me this?" He whispered, voice almost completely abandoning him.

When Umbridge smiled he'd never hated anyone as much as he did in that particular moment "Because I know you'll worry about your brother an awful lot now until he comes back and that'll only add to your punishment."

"You can't do this, he won't be done until the early hours of tomorrow morning!" Fred protested desperately.

"I know." Umbridge replied simply before leaving Fred wide eyed with worry, alone in the dark.