Getting a Detention

Hermione P.O.V.

The new transfer students have got me curious. What about the school they go to? I haven't heard of it until now. Ron and I led the first years as well as the transfer to the dorms. When we arrived at the Fat Lady portrait, we were asked what the password was.

"For everyone, this might be hard to pronounce, so wait for someone to help," I say to them. "Mia evlogia apo tin Ekati."

"The wrong password," the Fat Lady said.

I looked at Ron, who I knew wouldn't know the password. I then hear someone say, "Μια ευλογία από τον Εκάτη."

I turn to see Asteria with Thalia right behind her. They smiled at me as the door opened. I want to know how could they know the password? That made them more suspicious than they already are.

"Okay first year, the right side is for girls and left is for boys," I say.

I need to add this to the list of things these transfers are here for.

Third Person P.O.V.

Thalia and Asteria were holding back laughter about the password. It was a blessing from Hecate, in greek. They both can't believe that Hecate would try something like that. Most things are more or less tiring the night is only the beginning of what the demigods will face.

Early the next morning Hermione has just come out of the library with a stack of books. Ron and Harry were eating their food when Hermione put the stack of books on the table.

"Mione, the bloody hell are you doing," Ron asked before stuffing his mouth with food.

"I'm looking if Delphi is in the books because we know of Beauxbatons and Drumstrang but I've never heard of Delphi Academy for the Magically Gifted," Hermione says as she begins to read the stack of books.

"Hermione you won't have enough time to eat if you start now. We have classes to go to as well," Harry says.

Still, Hermione continued to search for answers about the new transfer students. More importantly, why are there so many of them? It would have been okay if only two or three came but then it didn't make sense. But there's ten of them. It was just strange.

"Hey what do you have first, I have History of Magic," Asteria says as she moves over to sit with the golden trio.

"We have History of Magic together," Harry says.

Asteria smiles and turns to Thalia and Jason to let them know they can come over. Thalia did but Jason was chatting with the other wizards on Quittage.

"Who teaches History of Magic? We didn't see them yesterday," Asteria asks.

"It's a ghost and it's the most boring class we have," Ron says.

Thalia looks at Asteria and says in Greek, "Well that means Nico is going to be mad about all the ghosts roaming around."

"Should we tell him or wait to see what happens," Asteria says.

Hermione looks at the two of them and then at Ron and Harry before getting up. She was now going to find out what language the two of them were speaking to each other. Leaving both Harry and Ron dumb fold for the rest of breakfast.

"I'm going to the library, see you in class," Hermione says, taking the stack of books with her.

History of Magic was the most dragging for the three demigods to listen. Jason somehow was slightly listening before he began to twirl his coin. Thalia was fast asleep next to Asteria who was taking the time to not be there. Hermione watches them before she begins to take her notes.

"I don't trust the new transfer students," Hermione says as they walk to potions.

"What do you mean by that?" Ron asks, with Harry nodding in agreement.

"There is no evidence that Delphi Academy exists. I look through all the books containing magical schools and it's not in a single one of them."

"What if it's a new school?" Harry asks curiously.

"It would be recorded in the books. There is no way it exists," Hermione says as they enter the dungeons. "And they keep speaking in a language we don't understand."

They sit down at their usual table. They see Asteria, Thalia, and Jason sit with Piper and Nico at their table which shocks the golden trio. Why would Gryffindors want to sit with Slytherins? It was unheard of. Especially when they begin to talk in Ancient Greek with each other. The class went by as it usually does with Snape favoring the Slytherins and hating the Gryffindors. The transfers were getting more suspicious of the golden trio as they continued.

It wasn't until Defense Against the Dark Arts were the demigods began to do some sort of semblance of humanity. Everyone came in to see Professor Umbridge sitting at a desk. Asteria looked around and then back at the teacher with confusion written all over her face. She sat down before she did something that might expose them as demigods.

"Well, good afternoon!" Professor Umbridge said when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled "Good afternoon," in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

That's when Asteria raised her hand. But Umbridge ignored her as she opened her handbag, extracted her wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles.

"Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. "The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please."

Asteria puts her hand down, looks at Thalia, and whispers, "She must be crazy to think that we're going to do this."

Thalia nods and says "We should listen to what she has to say before we reality checks her."

Professor Umbridge rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by:

Course aims:

Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

Asteria stared aimlessly at that board because it looked like gibberish that wasn't even a language. Plus all the scratching of quills made it worse for her to try and decipher whatever was written on the board.

"Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?" Professor Umbridge asks.

Thalia and Asteria looked at each other as if this question was necessary. There were a few murmurs of yeses but Professor Umbridge looked unsatisfied with that.

"I think we'll try that again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply 'Yes, Professor Umbridge,' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," rang through the room.

"Good," said Professor Umbridge. "I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners.' There will be no need to talk."

Once again Asteria raised her hand. Having not written anything down or taken out the book. She was not about to write notes for something that wasn't even worth the effort. And Hermione was thinking the same thing. But she wasn't about to get that much attention from the Professor.

"Um, Professor Umbridge," Asteria calls out.

Everyone began to look up. For one the reading was tedious and two they rather see what the new transfer was going to ask the professor. Hermione was even more shocked as Professor Umbridge looks in Asteria's direction.

"Do you have a question for the chapter?" Professor Umbridge asks.

"No. We, as us transfer students, have dyslexia. We can't read anything you write on that board and only slightly understand what's in the book," Asteria says.

This came to a shock for Hermione. The transfer students have problems with reading.

"Well then ask some to help you," Professor Umbridge says going back to watching over the students.

"My actual question is why are we not going to use these spells for defense."

"Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss. . ."

"Katsaras."

"Miss Katsaras, you surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"

"I'm expecting to learn something that would help me in the real world. So just theory isn't going to work."

Umbridge faked a smile. Asteria dumb the truth on her, about the fact that the real world isn't nice or kind to people even if they're children. Hermione and Harry also raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Umbridge says in an overly sweet tone.

Umbridge was trying to avoid Asteria comment as quickly as possible. Which didn't seem to be ending any better than before.

"I agree with Asteria as well," Hermione says. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?"

"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?" asked Professor Umbridge in her falsely sweet voice.

"No, but —"

"Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new program of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way —"

"What is that going to do," Asteria and Harry said in unison.

"Hand, Miss Katsaras and Mister Potter," Umbridge says.

Harry thrust his fist in the air. Umbridge promptly turned away from him again, and Thalia looked at Asteria as if she was ready to kill Umbridge at any given time. Several other people had their hand up as well, so Umbridge has avoided answering Harry. But that leads to more students she did need to answer.

"And your name is?" Professor Umbridge said to Dean.

"Dean Thomas."

"Well, Mr. Thomas?"

"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" said Dean. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk-free —"

"I repeat," said Professor Umbridge, smiling in a very irritating fashion at Dean, "do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"

"No, but —"

Professor Umbridge talked over him.

"I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school," she said, an unconvincing smile stretching her wide mouth, "but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed — not to mention," she gave a nasty little laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."

That's when Asteria, Thalia, and Jason were out of their ADHD daydream. The word has half-breeds could also be referred to them. And none of them where having that.

"Do you have a problem with someone who was bitten by a werewolf as a child? You blame them for something they had no control over," Asteria says standing up from her seat.

Everyone went quiet. The students weren't expecting the new transfer students to defend Professor Lupin. It was slightly uncalled for in they're standards. Most were expecting Harry to be the one to stand up to her.

"Hand, Miss Katsaras," Umbridge says.

"She doesn't have to raise her hand for the likes of you. You think you can get in power by acting like a bitch talking about previous teachers behind their backs. You're wrong cause no one will ever have a human toad in power," Thalia says as slight sparks become to come of her.

Umbridge walks to her desk. Scribbles on a note something and hands it to Thalia.

"You and Miss Katsaras are to go to the headmaster and give him this note. You both will also have a detention with me after dinner is down starting tomorrow," Umbridge says.

They both left as the class went into utter silence. Both of them are not caring about the consciences they might face.