She was bound to fail this, and Dora knew this not because she held a lack of faith in herself, but because she knew Umbridge. She was both a Hogwarts employee and an Auror. She'd not yet quit her teaching position at Hogwarts, though Remus was covering her lessons on a limited basis. She'd not been ready to completely give up until officially assigned something in the Auror offices other than her required hours (which she'd been fulfilling, thank you very much, Mr. Weasley, until her mother's death).
Apparently she was going to have to be inspected.
She, a metamorphmagus with two Death Eater Aunts, and her husband, a werewolf and deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, were to be investigated by Delores Jane Umbridge.
Dora clutched the bag she'd just purchased, filled with a variety of kitchen necessities. She'd thought that perhaps getting out of the house would be good for her. Perhaps a quick walk to clear her head. She knew Remus had been worried, and though she was still more than upset, she was at least becoming used to the idea that she'd lost her mother. Becoming used to the idea was better than being in out and out shock. At least she was able to process the information without tears and ragged sobs. She hadn't cried in awhile, though she knew that she would during the funeral.
The funeral... she'd wanted to have it this Saturday, but she was almost worried that Umbridge would somehow stop it. Remus had been wonderful in making the plans and the Dolohov's help had been much needed, but she was afraid it would all fall apart.
Dora shook her head, reaching out to tear the bloody proclamation to the door which it was stuck. She crumpled it in her hand glared down at it as she stood in the middle of the street.