Orla raised an eyebrow as she looked at the sign stuck to the front of the Shrieking Shack.
"Uh huh," she said to herself, a small smirk coming to the side of her lips. She reread the sign and brushed a hand through her hair before she reached to open the door and walk into the Shack. What a way to celebrate her first day back at work.
Being inspected wasn't necessarily a problem for her, though she would have to clear her basement almost immediately. She kept several illegal potions and potion ingredients there around her workspace and it wouldn't do to have Umbridge finding them. She'd worked too long and hard on her collection.
It could have been worse, was her general opinion. It could have come without warning and that would have resulted in her immediate arrest. This evening would simply be busy, instead, as she cleaned and scoured for Umbridge's arrival.
That was one thing more to hate Umbridge for, at least. Orla detested cleaning.