Susan knew something was afoul when she caught a glimpse of Umbridge at the back of the crowd. It had explained the foul stench she recognised.
When the unctuous toad stood and began her words, Susan was just about ready to get up and leave. Her sing song voice and girlish tone took her back to a time that she would rather forget.
Just when she thought that Aunt Amelia would be rolling around in her grave, the decree was produced and Umbridge declared herself Minister, Susan gasped aloud.
The string of expletives were so close to her tongue, that Susan had to physically bite down hard to stop herself from standing up and yelling. At least there seemed to be something of a murmur going around the room.
The woman had butted heads with her aunt for years in the ministry until her aunt's untimely death, but she remembered well the way her aunt would come home and be so very frustrated by the cow.
That fiery sense of righteousness her aunt had possessed was suddenly alive and well in Susan. Instead of storming out in her own indignant huff, she sat there and fumed, her nostrils flaring visibly in her utter hatred for the woman.