Fortunately, Antonin had read the parchment before handing it to Morag, guessing what her reaction might be.
"I thought the woman might bother you, dear lady, so I took the liberty of having our London solicitors draw up several of these responses for us to send to her." Nikita brought a folder to Antonin. He leafed through several documents and pulled one out. "This is called an interrogatory," he waved the papers happily in the air. "It runs to fifteen pages of legal gibberish with a few salient points."
He turned to the first page and read, Pursuant to the provisions of Section 2030 of the Code of Civil Procedure, Plaintiff above named requires that the Defendant above named - that would be Ms. Umbridge - answer in writing and under oath the following Interrogatories, and that such answers be filed herein and a true copy thereof served upon Plaintiff's attourneys within thirty days of the date of service hereof upon you. If any of the following interrogatories cannot be answered in full, please answer to the extent possible, specifying the full reason for your inability to answer and... for page after page after page."
"The document merely requires her to completely document her position with the Ministry for the past fourteen years, to prove the questions she is asking are legal, reasonable, and customary for your Ministry, and for her to provide certified copies of any and all of the documents under which her authority is given, all buried amongst the thirty-two points of question."
Antonin gave Morag an evil grin, "I'd considered merely ignoring the woman. But, don't you know, we have all these legal types on retainer with little to do. I'm old and feeble, and you're a poor, expecting mother. If Umbridge can't answer to your satisfaction, want to file countersuit for a violation of your rights and threats to your health?"