Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Gryffindor Edition

It was very hard to concentrate; <…>
There was also an incredible amount of noise in the room:

“Please turn to page thirty-four of Defensive Magical Theory and read the third chapter, entitled <…>
There will be —”
“— no need to talk,” Harry, Ron, and Hermione said together under their breaths.
“No Quidditch practice,” said Angelina in hollow tones when Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the common room that night after dinner.
<…>
“Well,” said Hermione, “look on the bright side — at least now you’ll have time to do Snape’s essay!”

“You and Umbridge have got something in common,” Harry told Hermione quietly when they met again in Defense Against the Dark Arts. “She obviously reckons Trelawney’s an old fraud too. . . . Looks like she’s put her on probation.”

Umbridge entered the room as he spoke, wearing her black velvet bow and an expression of great smugness.

“Kindly continue with your work!”

But I shall not be insulted, no, I shall not!”
“But Professor, who’s insulting you?” asked Parvati timidly.
“The establishment!” said Professor Trelawney

tears spilling from under her glasses.

“You know what to do! Or am I such a substandard teacher that you have never learned how to open a book?”

There was too much truth in this to ignore, so half an hour later Harry took his seat in the hot, over-perfumed atmosphere of the Divination classroom feeling angry at everybody. Professor Trelawney was handing out copies of The Dream Oracle yet again; he would surely be much better employed doing Snape’s punishment essay than sitting here trying to find meaning in a lot of made-up dreams.

Snape had already given them homework, and he had Quidditch practice this evening; this would mean another couple of sleepless nights.