Office Hours [Monday]

[umbitch]

With the thoughts of punishments running through her head, Umbridge looked quite happy with herself this morning.

The quill next to her was writing lazily and there was steam rising from her tea cup.

[Just for those that were called to the office today, please. Really gonna be busy and SP is love.]

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[saltandammo]

He hadn't been planning to, but after Umbridge had insulted Zoe in today's announcements, Dean decided to bring one of the mosiacs they'd made with him to her office.

As a gift.

He held it in front of him as he knocked on the door. "You rang?"

[umbitch]

"Come inside," she said, looking up, "and have a seat."

[saltandammo]

Dean sauntered inside and sat down. Leaning forward, he placed the mosiac on the desk. "I heard your walls were kinda bare so I thought you might appreciate some artwork."

[umbitch]

She looked down, prepared to thank him in a falsely cheerful voice when she reocgnized what she was looking at you.

"You did this," she accused vehemently.

[saltandammo]

Dean didn't actually reply, just leaned back in his chair still grinning. "I mean I'm no Picasso or anything, but I don't think it turned out half bad."

[umbitch]

"You," she began, voice tight, "broke into my office, stole my property, defaced MY property and you have the audacity to be proud of yourself?"

[saltandammo]

"Hell, yeah. I did a good job after all."

[umbitch]

Umbridge sat back and eyed him critically. "You're quite proud of yourself for disrespecting me?"

[saltandammo]

The smile slid from Dean's face and he answered in a much more serious tone of voice. "Yelling and demanding over and over we respect you as you systematically try to fix things that ain't broken doesn't actually make you worthy of respect. Zoe -- Principal Washburn -- has my respect because she earned it. You haven't."

[umbitch]

"Really?" She leaned forward and opened a drawer. Not that Dean could see that. "That's quite an opinion you have of me. Should I be flattered? I apologize but I'm not."

[saltandammo]

"I don't really care how you feel. You can posture and demand all you want. Students here aren't going to do what you say. They're going to find every little way around any rules you make, if they don't ignore them outright. And then Zoe's going to come back, see what you did to her office and her school and kick your ass right off this island." Dean gave her a tight wicked smile. "And I'm going to trade on family connections to make sure I have a front row seat."

[umbitch]

She listened to his speech, bouncing between both disinterest and bemusement. But she did listen. And then she withdrew her wand and pointed it at him.

"Mister Winchester, this pains me more than it pains you," she said, crinkling her nose. There was a muttered incantation, sharp and quiet and then, poor dear Dean would find himself a wolf. At least she'd made him cute.

[saltandammo]

Dean felt a brief disorientation, but it passed quickly, leaving things slightly... off. He opened his mouth intending to ask, "What the hell did you do to me you bitch?" but all that came out was a kind of barking noise.

Which was his cue to look down at himself and realise what had happened.

Shit.

[umbitch]

"Well, aren't you just adorable," she said, smirking. "Can we not talk anymore? Such a pity."

[saltandammo]

He may not be able to talk, but Dean felt confident he could still get his feelings across. Standing up on the chair, he leaned forward, resting his front paws on the desktop, bringing his face within inches of Umbridge's, bared his teeth and growled.

He'd bite her, but he didn't want to take the chance she'd give him rabies.

[umbitch]

She sat back, looking frightened for just a moment. "You should run along now. Run along and find some kibble."