At 3:20 in the morning, the Batman Family gathered on the fourth floor of Hogwarts Castle without Batman.
Across the corridor, they could all see a doorplate gleaming beneath the night sky. The door itself even reflected a soft pink glow.
The twins stopped in their tracks, shut their eyes, and prayed devoutly. "Merlin above, please let us not wake up as giant pink toads tomorrow."
Hermione shuddered and approached the thoroughly remodeled oak door with a look of utter disgust.
The nauseating pink color scheme, the glittering doorplate read: Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge, Ministry of Magic's Special Education Commissioner.
The doorplate was surrounded by an elaborately carved ring of ornate, intricate trim, as if it were trying to look elegant, but it only conveyed vulgar ostentation.
There was no keyhole on this door. In its place was a small round peephole.
Hermione stopped before the door and peered inside, only to discover a large, round, narrow eye staring back at her with scrutiny.
She had been disgusted twice before even entering, so Hermione decisively extended her sharp cat claws and ripped out the entire peephole.
With a click, the door opened.
The seven looked at one another. No one was willing to go in first.
"Rock, paper, scissors—"
Two minutes later, Hermione shoved open the door with an unhappy expression, and an overpowering, cloyingly sweet stench rushed at her.
She quickly activated the air-filtration function in her Catwoman mask. This cheap perfume smell seemed mixed with the mildew scent of old socks; breathing it for too long would probably give them a respiratory infection.
Through their night vision, everyone could clearly see pink everywhere.
The walls were bubblegum pink, the ceiling peach pink, the windows rose pink, and the lampshades Barbie pink...
The varying shades of pink made them