Morag entered and curtsied slightly. "Mr. Rookwood?" She said easily. "I hope I'm not intruding, sir." She smiled as nicely as she could manage, hands folded in front of her. "I was hoping to discuss further some of the changes going on at the school with you, and perhaps, my future after I leave."
Umbridge had gone too far. She was all for the Dark Lord, all for the world the way it was. She had always been and would always be a blood purist, but her blinders had made her weak, and Morag wanted to suss out how weak.