He was a confident sort, that was for certain. He seemed to have some secrets, and Dolores Jane Umbridge did not like secrets. But if he was willing to give her what she wanted, she could perhaps overlook the things she didn't like about the man.
She kept the smile on her face still, brushing imaginary dust off the table.
"People," she stated simply, her voice as polite and sweet as ever.
"I trust you saw my decree I sent out this morning. There are quite a few people in this town who I fear might be inadequate in the positions they are in. Certain aurors. Hospital personnel. Hogwarts staff." Staff. As if anyone could call a werewolf a staff member, much less a Headmaster. Ridiculous.
"I need information on these people--and I use that term very loosely. I want to know everything about them."
She took a sip of her tea, her eyes scanning Mr. Nott's demeanor.
"Have you any information on the secret society known as the Order of the Phoenix?"