WHO: Dolores Umbridge, Nymphadora Tonks WHAT: Dolores pays a visit to the Ministry WHEN: 26 March, Midmorning WHERE: The Ministry of Magic RATING: Unrated as of yet Complete
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Dolores looked up at the Monument of Magical Might in satisfaction, enjoying the imposing shadow that it cast down upon the bustling wizards and witches going about their business in the Ministry. It was such a better symbol than that wretched old fountain that had used to stand there. She’d always hated it, despised the glorification of filthy inhuman beasts like goblins and centaurs. They weren’t like the house elves, who were intelligent enough to accept the natural dominance of the Wizarding folk over them. The blasted goblins and centaurs, especially the centaurs the rutting monsters that they were, always tried to rebel now and then, insisting that they had the same capacity for magic as Wizards. Laughable, that. Magic truly was might, and it was gratifying to no longer be forced to layer this truth in sugary lies, as upstarts like Dumbledore had insisted.
She’d decided to take a few days’ sabbatical from Hogwarts to tend to some business in the Ministry that she had been putting off. Firstly she would make sure that the Muggleborn Registration Committee knew about that Zeller girl who the Smith boy had stood up for. Dolores was certain that she was a Mudblood, and that Smith was simply behaving like a little fool in claiming that she was his cousin. The Committee would get to the bottom of that rather quickly. She was also planning on starting an investigation into the activities of that Chittock woman. Thinking that she could claim moral superiority over the Headmistress of Hogwarts and the High Inquisitor? Dolores would show her exactly who was in the right in this nation.
Nodding imperiously at several low-level functionaries that she recognized, Dolores made her way towards the lifts that lead deeper into the bowels of the Ministry. The Committee was still using some of the old courtrooms down near the Department of Mysteries, and she also needed to stop by Yaxley’s office at some point. The efficiency that dominated the movements of everyone around her filled her with a quiet delight – everything was certainly running much smoother than she’d seen it in decades. This was truly a new Golden Age for their civilization. Pressing a button on the wall she waited for the doors to the lift to open for her, glancing around her and enjoying how quickly people averted their gazes from her. Power was very sweet.